Agatha Christie

which turns out to be a common or garden chilblain

parchment. Picking up a pen she dipped it in the inkstand

he remarked disparagingly, indicating the disembarking passengers

hammering on a door. Dora Bunner, who had been sobbing

It is odd to find oneself, after a lapse of twenty-five years, back doing the same job.

The thing that was different and that ought not to be different was herself…