The Seven Dials Mystery
Agatha Christie
PRINTING HISTORY
_Dodd, Mead edition published March 1929_
_Grosset & Dunlap edition published February 1930_
_American Mercury edition published October 1942_
_Bantam edition/January 1964_
_New Bantam edition/March 1976_
_The Agatha Christie Mystery Collection/September 1986_
_All rights reserved._
_Copyright 1929 by Dodd, Mead & Company, Inc._
_Copyright renewed © 1957 by Agatha Christie Mallowan._
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
I ON EARLY RISING
II CONCERNING ALARUM CLOCKS
III THE JOKE THAT FAILED
IV A LETTER
V THE MAN IN THE ROAD
VI SEVEN DIALS AGAIN
VII BUNDLE PAYS A CALL
VIII VISITORS FOR JIMMY
IX PLANS
X BUNDLE VISITS SCOTLAND YARD
XI DINNER WITH BILL
XII INQUIRIES AT CHIMNEYS
XIII THE SEVEN DIALS CLUB
XIV THE MEETING OF THE SEVEN DIALS
XV THE INQUEST
XVI THE HOUSE PARTY AT THE ABBEY
XVII AFTER DINNER
XVIII JIMMY'S ADVENTURES
XIX BUNDLE'S ADVENTURES
XX LORAINE'S ADVENTURES
XXI THE RECOVERY OF THE FORMULA
XXII THE COUNTESS RADZKY'S STORY
XXIII SUPERINTENDENT BATTLE IN CHARGE
XXIV BUNDLE WONDERS
XXV JIMMY LAYS HIS PLANS
XXVI MAINLY ABOUT GOLF
XXVII NOCTURNAL ADVENTURE
XXVIII SUSPICIONS
XXIX SINGULAR BEHAVIOUR OF GEORGE LOMAX
XXX AN URGENT SUMMONS
XXXI THE SEVEN DIALS
XXXII BUNDLE IS DUMFOUNDED
XXXIII BATTLE EXPLAINS
XXXIV LORD CATERHAM APPROVES
THE SEVEN DIALS MYSTERY
CHAPTER I
ON EARLY RISING
That amiable youth, Jimmy Thesiger, came racing down the big staircase
at Chimneys two steps at a time. So precipitate was his descent that
he collided with Tredwell, the stately butler, just as the latter
was crossing the hall bearing a fresh supply of hot coffee. Owing to
the marvellous presence of mind and masterly agility of Tredwell, no
casualty occurred.
"Sorry," apologized Jimmy. "I say, Tredwell, am I the last down?"
"No, sir, Mr. Wade has not come down yet."
"Good," said Jimmy, and entered the breakfast-room.
The room was empty save for his hostess, and her reproachful gaze gave
Jimmy the same feeling of discomfort he always experienced on catching
the eye of a defunct codfish exposed on a fishmonger's slab. Yet, hang
it all, why should the woman look at him like that? To come down at
a punctual nine-thirty when staying in a country house simply wasn't
done. To be sure, it was now a quarter past eleven which was, perhaps,
the outside limit, but even then--
"Afraid I'm a bit late, Lady Coote. What?"
"Oh! it doesn't matter," said Lady Coote in a melancholy voice.
As a matter of fact, people being late for breakfast worried her very
much. For the first ten years of her married life, Sir Oswald Coote
(then plain Mr.) had, to put it baldly, raised hell if his morning
meal were even a half minute later than eight o'clock. Lady Coote had
been disciplined to regard unpunctuality as a deadly sin of the most
unpardonable nature. And habit dies hard. Also, she was an earnest
woman, and she could not help asking herself what possible good these
young people would ever do in the world without early rising. As Sir
Oswald so often said, to reporters and others: "I attribute my success
entirely to my habits of early rising, frugal living, and methodical
habits."
Lady Coote was a big, handsome woman in a tragic sort of fashion. She
had large, dark, mournful eyes and a deep voice. An artist looking
for a model for "Rachel mourning for her children" would have hailed
Lady Coote with delight. She would have done well, too, in melodrama,
staggering through the falling snow as the deeply wronged wife of the
villain.
She looked as though she had some terrible secret sorrow in her life,
and yet if the truth be told, Lady Coote had had no trouble in her
life whatever, except the meteoric rise to prosperity of Sir Oswald.
As a young girl she had been a jolly flamboyant creature, very much
in love with Oswald Coote, the aspiring young man in the bicycle shop
next to her father's hardware store. Project Gutenberg
The Seven Dials mystery
Christie, Agatha
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