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    The Soul of the Croupier: A Mysterious Mr. Quin Story
    The Soul of the Croupier: A Mysterious Mr. Quin Story
    The Soul of the Croupier: A Mysterious Mr. Quin Story
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    The Soul of the Croupier: A Mysterious Mr. Quin Story

    By Agatha Christie

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    Previously published in the print anthology The Mysterious Mr. Quin.

    On his annual trip to Monte Carlo, Mr. Satterthwaite finds himself in the company of Mr. Quin, who is caught up in a mysterious love triangle.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateOct 1, 2013
    ISBN9780062302304
    The Soul of the Croupier: A Mysterious Mr. Quin Story
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    Agatha Christie

    Agatha Christie is the most widely published author of all time, outsold only by the Bible and Shakespeare. Her books have sold more than a billion copies in English and another billion in a hundred foreign languages. She died in 1976, after a prolific career spanning six decades.

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      The Soul of the Croupier - Agatha Christie

      Contents

      The Soul of the Croupier

      About the Author

      The Agatha Christie Collection

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

      THE SOUL OF THE CROUPIER

      Mr. Satterthwaite was enjoying the sunshine on the terrace at Monte Carlo.

      Every year regularly on the second Sunday in January, Mr. Satterthwaite left England for the Riviera. He was far more punctual than any swallow. In the month of April he returned to England, May and June he spent in London, and had never been known to miss Ascot. He left town after the Eton and Harrow match, paying a few country house visits before repairing to Deauville or Le Touquet. Shooting parties occupied most of September and October, and he usually spent a couple of months in town to wind up the year. He knew everybody and it may safely be said that everybody knew him.

      This morning he was frowning. The blue of the sea was admirable, the gardens were, as always, a delight, but the people disappointed him—he thought them an ill-dressed, shoddy crowd. Some, of course, were gamblers, doomed souls who could not keep away. Those Mr. Satterthwaite tolerated. They were a necessary background. But he missed the usual leaven of the élite—his own people.

      It’s the exchange, said Mr. Satterthwaite gloomily. All sorts of people come here now who could never have afforded it before. And then, of course, I’m getting old . . . All the young people—the people coming on—they go to these Swiss places.

      But there were others that he missed, the well-dressed Barons and Counts of foreign diplomacy, the Grand Dukes and the Royal Princes. The only Royal Prince he had seen so far was working a lift in one of the less well-known hotels. He missed, too, the beautiful and expensive ladies.

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