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Chapter 2
Victorian England 1895
Agatha Christie continued to slip in and out of consciousness. She had been unable to move for two days, but on the third day her eye lids began to flutter open.
The first thing she saw was the face of a young woman looking down at her. Relief was evident on the face of the mysterious young woman.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
Agatha pulled a ‘so, so’ face.
The woman smiled back as she removed a cloth from Agatha’s forehead, replacing it with a cold one.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” the woman asked.
Agatha licked her lips; the skin was dry and her throat was sore to swallow. She managed a very hoarse, “Yes please.”
The woman smiled, “I’ll fetch you a cold meat sandwich too, I bet you are hungry?”
Agatha gave a weak nod of her head. The woman then disappeared from her view and she could be heard talking to someone outside the room.
Agatha was becoming more awake now, and taking in her surroundings. The room she was in was now obvious to her as being a bedroom. She tried to wriggle her way up the bed, but the weight of the bedspread was hindering her efforts.
“Whoa! Hang on a minute!” said the woman as she could see Agatha was trying to sit herself upright. The young woman held Agatha under the arm to lean her forward so she could bring the pillows up...
Agatha Christie continued to slip in and out of consciousness. She had been unable to move for two days, but on the third day her eye lids began to flutter open.
The first thing she saw was the face of a young woman looking down at her. Relief was evident on the face of the mysterious young woman.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
Agatha pulled a ‘so, so’ face.
The woman smiled back as she removed a cloth from Agatha’s forehead, replacing it with a cold one.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” the woman asked.
Agatha licked her lips; the skin was dry and her throat was sore to swallow. She managed a very hoarse, “Yes please.”
The woman smiled, “I’ll fetch you a cold meat sandwich too, I bet you are hungry?”
Agatha gave a weak nod of her head. The woman then disappeared from her view and she could be heard talking to someone outside the room.
Agatha was becoming more awake now, and taking in her surroundings. The room she was in was now obvious to her as being a bedroom. She tried to wriggle her way up the bed, but the weight of the bedspread was hindering her efforts.
“Whoa! Hang on a minute!” said the woman as she could see Agatha was trying to sit herself upright. The young woman held Agatha under the arm to lean her forward so she could bring the pillows up...
