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Murders. Agatha Christie. 1. Ascher in Andover, Barnard in Bexhill, Clarke in Churston – all are dead, each with an ABC Railway Guide found beside the body . Download The ABC The ABC Murders Agatha Christie Level 4 Retold by Anne Collins Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and. If you're unfamiliar with DuckDuckGo, we are an Internet privacy company that empowers you to seamlessly take control of your p Continue Reading.

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Anna Golovko. Yashika Sangya Singh. Madalina Bekes. Matthew Leach. Anonymous ikURam. Vishaal Mallick. Anwesh Satapathy. Columbia Gomez. Rahul Bevinahal. More From ana. Cohen, L. Popular in Crime, Law And Justice. We entered and Poirot sat down on a chair by the window. The police came here. Poor Auntie! She was always very good to me. I usually visited Auntie on my free day. She had a lot of trouble with her husband. He used to say he would cut her throat, and things like that.

He was afraid of her! Have you any idea who that person could be? Poirot got up. I stayed here to be near my aunt. M ary looked at the card in surprise. Later you may be able to help me. A few moments later we were driving back to Andover. Look at your answers to A ctiv ity 1.

Then correct these sentences. What more did you learn? Use these words to com plete the report below.

Everything in the street looked quiet, but I was worried about1. So 12 the door of the shop to make sure it was locked. I opened it and went inside. At first I thought the place w as3. But when 14 my light over the6 6 , 1saw the of an old woman lying on the floor.

While I was waiting for the police doctor, I also noticed an ABC railway 7 turned face down on the counter. Language in use He had moved to a new flat in London. Look at the sentences on the right. Then com plete the sentences below with past perfect active or passive form s of the verbs. W rite some below.

W hat do you think? A Russian, I ha ve h eard. A large crowd of people was standing outside the shop. A young constable was trying to make the crowd move away. Poirot stopped at a little distance from them.

From there we could see the sign over the shop door. Poirot repeated it softly. Come, let us go inside, Hastings.

Poirot showed the young constable a letter from Inspector Glen, explaining who we were. He nodded, and unlocked the door to let us pass inside. The shop was very dark. The constable found and switched on the electric light.

There were a few cheap magazines lying about, and newspapers from the day before - all dusty. Behind the counter there were shelves reaching to the ceiling, packed with tobacco and packets of cigarettes. There were also jars of sweets. It was an ordinary little shop, like thousands of others. She was probably reaching up to one of the shelves.

His eyes moved round the small shop, noting everything. And the railway guide was - where? There were lots on the counter itself. Behind the shop there was a small room which was both a kitchen and living-room. It was tidy and clean but without much furniture. There were a few photographs on a shelf over T 16 Chapter 3 —Questions and Answers the fire.

Another was of a young couple in old-fashioned clothes. The girl looked beautiful and the young man was handsome. I looked closely at the couple in the photograph. It was almost impossible to recognise the well-dressed young man as Ascher. Upstairs there were two more small rooms. There were a couple of old blankets on the bed; a small pile of underwear in one drawer and cookery books in another; a magazine; a pair of shiny new stockings, and a few clothes hanging up.

In a quiet voice, Poirot told me what I had to do. Then he entered the shop. After waiting a minute or two, I followed him in. He was downloading some green beans. I chose some apples. Poirot talked excitedly to the fat lady who was serving him. Perhaps you even saw the murderer go into the shop - a tall, fair man with a beard, was he not? A Russian, I have heard. I thought perhaps you noticed him last night?

A short dark man, I was told. They had seen fo u r short dark men, and the assistant had seen a tall fair one. Poirot and I left the shop with our beans and apples.

And why did you do that, Poirot? If I asked those people for information, they would not tell me anything. But when I made a statement, they started to talk. Our murderer chose his time well, Hastings. One was a house with curtains that had been white but were now grey. Poirot knocked at the door.

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It was opened by a very dirty child. Then he shouted up the stairs. I am a newspaper reporter, working for the E vening Star. I would like to offer you five pounds for some information about your neighbour, Mrs Ascher. They all seem to know my name, too - Mrs Fowler. She had had a lot of trouble with Franz Ascher. Everyone knew that. Had anyone seen Ascher go into the shop the evening before? Again, Mrs Fowler said no. Poirot paid her the five pounds and we went out into the street again.

In the future, that information may be useful for us. He was looking rather unhappy. He had spent the afternoon trying to get a list of people who had been seen entering the tobacco shop. Three tall men, four short men with black moustaches, two beards, three fat men - all strangers, and all looking like criminals! Mr Partridge was a tidy little man. He worked in a bank and wore glasses on the end of his nose.

He was very exact in everything he said. What can I do for you, M r Poirot? As soon as I heard about the shocking event, I realised that my statement might be helpful. I was returning to this house and at 5. I often bought things there. It was on my way home.

I knew nothing about her. Did she seem different from usual? I want to look up my return train to London. Poirot took down xhzABC and pretended to look up a train. Then he thanked Mr Partridge and we left. Our next interview was with Mr Albert Riddell.

Mr Riddell was an enormous man with a large face and small suspicious eyes. He looked at us angrily. One has to be very, very careful. You did not, I think, go to the police? But the police had to come to you first. Were they happy with your information? What reason did I have to do a thing like that? I wanted a packet of tobacco.

I pushed open the door and went in. I waited, but nobody came so I went out again. I thought perhaps the old woman had to go somewhere by train and forgot to lock the shop. W hy are you trying to fix this murder on me? He looked at his watch. I am afraid I am very much afraid The train had just left Andover.

He has a problem with his right foot and he has a small mark on the skin just below his left shoulder. How did my clever friend know so much about the murderer?

Then I looked at him again. He had an amused look on his face. M on am i, what do you want? But this is the truth —I d o n ot know w hat the m u rd erer looks like, w here he lives or h ow he can be fo u n d. The ABC, that is a clue. He left it on purpose. The fingerprints tell us that. Since there are no fingerprints on thzA BC, it was carefully cleaned.

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So our murderer left it there for a purpose. In one way we know nothing about him. But in another way we know a lot about him.

He has a typewriter and he downloads good quality paper. And we can ask ourselves some useful questions. W hy the ABC? W hy Mrs Ascher? W hy Andover? And these two men were in the shop when the murder took place. But, personally, Hastings, I think the murderer came from outside.

And we must not forget that perhaps it was a woman. But anonymous letters are written by women more often than by men. What do you want me to do? The police are doing everything they can. They will discover anything that can be discovered. In my own mind, I was afraid that I knew the reason why. The crime received very little attention in the newspapers.

There was nothing exciting or unusual about the murder of an old woman. The newspapers soon found more exciting subjects to write about. I was beginning to forget about the matter when something new happened.

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Poirot opened the envelope and breathed in deeply. As before, it was typed on good quality paper. Watch w hat happens a t Bexhill-on-Sea on the 25th o f the month. What a g rea t tim e w e are having!

Did you think that the Andover business was going to be the only case? Everyone was sure that the two letters were written by the same person.

W hat can we do to stop it? He looked at his superintendent.

The Superintendent shook his head. What can we do? When I got the letter naming Bexhill, I thought it was possible that the victim as well as the place might be chosen in alphabetical order.

Remember that we are facing a madman. I am very m uch afraid It was about seventhirty. Poirot was standing by my bedside, gently shaking me by the shoulder. I looked at his face and was awake at once.

Poirot had just had a telephone call from Bexhill-on-Sea. He told me what had happened. According to the medical examination, the time of death was between An ABC open a t the trains to Bexhill was fo u n d under the body!

Twenty minutes later we were in a fast car crossing the Thames on our way out of London. Inspector Crome was with us. He was officially in charge of the case. Crome was a very different type of officer from Japp. He was much younger, and seemed to think that he was a better detective than Poirot.

I wondered —if she was pretty? But for a woman, it is very important! Then Poirot opened the conversation again.

That tells one something, does it not? Kelsey can come with me. Crome, I thought, looked a little annoyed. We went to the Orange Cat, a small tearoom by the sea. It served coffee, tea and a few lunch dishes. Coffee was just being served. The manageress took us into a very untidy back room. Most upsetting. She was a good waitress. We close at eight. She looked shocked. Miss Barnard was one of the regular waitresses.

This is the busiest time for morning coffees.Poirot and I left the shop with our beans and apples. But Id like to have another look at that letter you received. You submitted the following rating and review.

download now: Julia Nunes. Everyone is hard on poor old Franz. How dare you do this?