Herring on the Nile
Ethelred Tressider’s career is not what one might call glittering. Ethelred lost any real interest in writing mystery novels many years ago, and his audience has never been truly excited about reading them. In a desperate effort to revive his imagination, Ethelred books a cruise down the Nile—cradle of civilization and so on. Well, it worked for Agatha Christie. It is not, however, working very well for Ethelred. No sooner has he settled into his state room—followed by his agent, the splendid Elsie—than dead bodies start littering the premises. There are any number of suspects, but for many of the boat’s amateur sleuths, it becomes increasingly apparent that the dastardly murderer is none other than the sweating Ethelred.
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Fans of Agatha Christie and the Golden Age of mystery
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