Destination Unknown (Agatha Christie Mysteries Collection (Paperback))
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The Queen of Mystery has come to Harper Collins! Agatha Christie, the acknowledged mistress of suspense—creator of indomitable sleuth Miss Marple, meticulous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, and so many other unforgettable characters—brings her entire oeuvre of ingenious whodunits, locked room mysteries, and perplexing puzzles to William Morrow Paperbacks. In Christie’s gripping international thriller Destination Unknown, a woman at the end of her rope chooses a more exciting way to die when she embarks upon an almost certain suicide mission to find a missing scientist.
company. You see, I'm just a woman who's going to join her husband." "Good enough," said Peters. "You represent the fundamental." "It's nice of you to put it that way." "Well, it's true." He added in a lower voice, "You care for your husband very much?" "Would I be here if I didn't?" "I suppose not. You share his views? I take it that he's a Communist?" Hilary avoided giving a direct answer. "Talking of being a Communist," she said, "has something about our little group
afraid. Your husband's very well and, naturally, awaiting you with impatience." He gave her a discreet smile; it was a smile, she noticed, that did not touch his cold pale eyes. "You must," he added, "be longing to see him." The giddiness increased - she felt the group round her approaching and receding like the waves of the sea. Beside her, Andy Peters put out an arm and steadied her. "I guess you haven't heard," he said to their welcoming host. "Mrs. Betterton had a bad crash at
flattering line she could look very well. But no! She has no interest in clothes. She is a doctor, I understand. A specialist of some kind. Let us hope she takes more interest in her patients than she does in her toilette - Ah, that one, what man will look at her twice?" Miss Jennsen, the thin, dark, spectacled girl who had met the party on arrival, now entered the fashion salon. "Have you finished here, Mrs. Betterton?" she asked. "Yes, thank you," said Hilary. "Then perhaps you will
places. His manner was courteous but not subservient. He looked with a faint wonder round the room whilst the other man explained things in rapid French. "The reward was offered and circulated," the man explained, "and this fellow and his family and a great many of his friends have been searching diligently. I let him bring you the find himself as there may be questions you want to ask him." Leblanc turned to the Berber - "You have done good work," he said, speaking now in the man's own
there's more to it than that." Jessop was gently insistent. "Besides, only a small plane could have used that airfield. It would have to come down and refuel before crossing the Mediterranean. And where they refuelled some trace should have been left." "Mon cher, we have instituted the most searching enquiries - everywhere there has been -" "The men with the Geiger counters must get results in the end. The number of planes to be examined is limited. Just a trace of radio- activity and we