THREE BLIND MICE
THREE BLIND MICE AND OTHER STORIES (1948)
Agatha Christie
Three Blind Mice
Strange Jest
Tape-Measure Murder
The Case of the Perfect Maid
The Case of the Caretaker
The Third-Floor Flat
The Adventure of Johnnie Waverly
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
The Love Detectives
THREE BLIND MICE
Three Blind Mice
Three Blind Mice
See how they run
See how they run
They all ran after the farmer's wife
She cut off their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such a sight in your life
As
Three Blind Mice
It was very cold. The sky was dark and heavy with unshed snow.
A man in a dark overcoat, with his muffler pulled up round his face, and his hat pulled down over his eyes, came along Culver Street and went up the steps of number 74. He put his finger on the bell and heard it shrilling in the basement below.
Mrs Casey, her hands busy in the sink, said bitterly, "Drat that bell. Never any peace, there isn't."
Wheezing a little, she toiled up the basement stairs and opened the door.
The man standing silhouetted against the lowering sky outside asked in a whisper, "Mrs
Lyon?"
"Second floor," said Mrs Casey. "You can go on up. Does she expect you?" The man slowly shook his head. "Oh, well, go on up and knock."
She watched him as he went up the shabbily carpeted stairs. Afterward she said he "gave her a funny feeling." But actually all she thought was that he must have a pretty bad cold only to be able to whisper like that - and no wonder with the weather what it was.
When the man got round the bend of the staircase he began to whistle softly. The tune he whistled was "Three Blind Mice."
Molly Davis stepped back into the road and looked up at the newly painted board by the gate. MONKSWELL MANOR
GUEST HOUSE
She nodded approval. It looked, it really did look, quite professional. Or, perhaps, one might say almost professional. The T of Guest House staggered uphill a little, and the end of Manor was slightly crowded, but on the whole Giles had made a wonderful job of it.
Giles was really
Agatha Christie
Three Blind Mice
Strange Jest
Tape-Measure Murder
The Case of the Perfect Maid
The Case of the Caretaker
The Third-Floor Flat
The Adventure of Johnnie Waverly
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
The Love Detectives
THREE BLIND MICE
Three Blind Mice
Three Blind Mice
See how they run
See how they run
They all ran after the farmer's wife
She cut off their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such a sight in your life
As
Three Blind Mice
It was very cold. The sky was dark and heavy with unshed snow.
A man in a dark overcoat, with his muffler pulled up round his face, and his hat pulled down over his eyes, came along Culver Street and went up the steps of number 74. He put his finger on the bell and heard it shrilling in the basement below.
Mrs Casey, her hands busy in the sink, said bitterly, "Drat that bell. Never any peace, there isn't."
Wheezing a little, she toiled up the basement stairs and opened the door.
The man standing silhouetted against the lowering sky outside asked in a whisper, "Mrs
Lyon?"
"Second floor," said Mrs Casey. "You can go on up. Does she expect you?" The man slowly shook his head. "Oh, well, go on up and knock."
She watched him as he went up the shabbily carpeted stairs. Afterward she said he "gave her a funny feeling." But actually all she thought was that he must have a pretty bad cold only to be able to whisper like that - and no wonder with the weather what it was.
When the man got round the bend of the staircase he began to whistle softly. The tune he whistled was "Three Blind Mice."
Molly Davis stepped back into the road and looked up at the newly painted board by the gate. MONKSWELL MANOR
GUEST HOUSE
She nodded approval. It looked, it really did look, quite professional. Or, perhaps, one might say almost professional. The T of Guest House staggered uphill a little, and the end of Manor was slightly crowded, but on the whole Giles had made a wonderful job of it.
Giles was really