Axara Kpicri. Hee Agatha Christie. Endless Night Chapter 4 Chapter 2 Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6 Chapter 7. Chapter 8... Chapter 9. Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15... Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 24 Chapter 22 Chapter 23, Chapter 24 Comprehension Check Glossary Contents = 34 38 10 12 16 18 20 23 25 30 37 41 45 47 51 53 56 59 62 66 69 74Agatha Christie Dame Agatha Christie (1890-1976), English novelist and playwright, famous for her detective stories, many of which ith Jane Marple. Her published titles, some 60 of which were were collections of short myst stories, and 14 were detective-story plays. Others. included 8), and Murder on the Orient Exp ee ee lary Clarissa Miller was born in Torquay, Devon, England, on Sept. 15, 1800. She studied voice in Paris but abandoned a singing career and turned instead to writing. She began writing detective fiction while working as a nurse during World War I. In 1914 she was married to Col. Archibald Christie, whom she divorced in 1928. Two years later she was married to archaeologist Max (later Sir Max) Mallowan, with hom she mad several tip to the Midale Bast. Sho was made Dame Agatha’s ‘appeared in 1920 anc achieve fame until, Roger Ackroyd, was Hercule Poirot, but she did not 6, when her sixth book, The Murder of lished. Jane Marple was introduced in |. The novel Ten Little Niggers as And Then There Were le Indians, 1943) and three th ocenrred in Curtain, published in 1975. In the following year, on Jan. 12, 1976, Dame Agatha died in Wallingford, England. None (1940) and as a play (Ten BOOK ONE 1 Tn my end is my beginning... That's a quotation I've often heard people say. It sounds all right—but what does it really mean? Is there ever any particular spot where one can put one's all began that day, at such a time and such a ‘perhaps, when I noticed the Sale Bill George and Dragon, announcing Sale Grew plans and elevations of houses. One house in particular, a! beautiful house, a house that would be wonderful to oven! Or if this is a love story—and it is a love story, 1 swear— then why not begin where I first caught sight of Ellie standing in the dark fir trees of Gipsy’s Acre? c Gipsy’s Acre. Yes, perhaps I'd better begin there, at the moment when T Gurned away from the Sale board with a Title shiver because a black cloud had come over the sun, and Guostion carelessly enough of one of the local, who was ciping 4 hedge in a desultory fashion* nearby. this house, The ‘Towers, like?” see the queer face of the old man, as he looked at and said: ‘4 me ‘Again his eyes slipped past me and his answer was vague. ‘Some tale or other. It was gipsies’ land once, they say, and ‘tuned off, and they put a curse* on it.” Tlaughed. Gipsy's Acre. I went up the winding road that led out of the > village and wound up through the dark trees and came at last to the top of the hill so that could see out to sea and the ships. It lous view and I thought, just as one does think ‘Major, he gives her a “Who's the Major’ 5