Peril at End House audiobook

Peril at End House (Hercule Poirot #8), Agatha ChristiePeril at End House is a work of detective fiction by Agatha Christie first published in the US by the Dodd, Mead and Company in February 1932 and in the UK by the Collins Crime Club in March of the same year. The book features Christie's famous character Hercule Poirot, as well as Arthur Hastings and Chief Inspector Japp. Poirot and Hastings vacation in Cornwall, meeting young Magdala "Nick" Buckley and her friends. He is persuaded that someone is out to kill her. They meet all of her friends at her home called End House. Though he aims to protect Nick, a murder happens provoking Poirot to mount a serious investigation. ... Peril at End House is a work of detective fiction by British writer Agatha Christie, first published in the US by the Dodd, Mead and Company in February 1932 and in the UK by the Collins Crime Club in March of the same year. عنوانهای چاپ شده در ایران: «خطر در خانه»؛ «خطر در خانه آخر»؛ «کمینگاه خطر»؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش روز ششم ماه نوامبر سال 1993میلادیعنوان: کمینگاه خطر؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: فرزانه طاهری؛ تهران، طرح نو، 1372؛ در 247ص؛ چاپ دوم 1387؛ شابک9789644890628؛ موضوع: داستانهای کارآگاهان از نویسندگان بریتانیا - سده 20معنوان: خطر در خانه آخر؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: مجتبی عبدالله نژاد؛ تهران، هرمس، کتابهای کارآگاه، چاپ اول 1390، چاپ دوم 1392؛ در244ص؛ شابک 9789643637873؛ عنوان: خطر در خانه؛ نویسنده: آگاتا کریستی؛ مترجم: نگارش الکترونیک؛ تهران، نگارش الکترونیک، 1394؛ در 48ص؛ شابک9786009502103؛ خطر در خانه آخر، هشتمین کتاب از مجموعه داستان‌های «پوآرو» است، که شخصیت‌های: «هرکول پوآرو»، «بازرس جپ»، و «آرتور هستینگز» در آن حضور دارندنقل از آغاز متن از کتاب خطر در خانه آخر؛ (1 - هتل مجستیک: به نظرم در بین شهرهای جنوب انگلستان، هیچ شهری به قشنگی سنت لو نیست، اسمش را گذاشته اند عروس شهرهای ساحلی و الحق که همین طور است؛ آدم را یاد ریویرا میاندازد؛ به عقیده من ساحل کورنوال دست کمی از جنوب فرانسه ندارد؛ اینها را به دوستم، «هرکول پوآرو»، گفتم؛ «پوآرو» گفت: ــ تو منوی رستوران قطار دیروز هم همین را نوشته بود، دوست من؛ حرفت تازگی ندارد؛ ــ ولی تو موافق نیستی؟ «پوآرو» به سئوالم جواب نداد؛ لبخند میزد؛ سئوالم را تکرار کردم؛ ــ خیلی معذرت میخواهم، هستینگز؛ فکرم جای دیگری بود؛ تو فکر جایی بودم که الآن اسمش را بردی؛ ــ جنوب فرانسه؟ ــ بله؛ یاد زمستان پارسال افتادم، که در جنوب فرانسه بودم؛ یاد حوادثی که در آنجا پیش آمد؛ من هم یادم آمد.؛ در قطار آبی یک نفر به قتل رسیده بود.؛ موضوع پیچیده ای بود و پوآرو مطابق معمول با هوش سرشارش مسئله را حل کرده بود؛با تاسف عمیق گفتم: ــ کاش من هم پیشت بودم.؛ پوآرو گفت: ــ بله، من هم دلم میخواست پیشم بودی؛ تجربیاتی که تو داری، خیلی کمکم میکرد.؛ زیر چشمی نگاهش کردم.؛ بعد از سالها رفاقت به اینجور تعریف و تمجیدهای او اعتماد نداشتم.؛ ولی حالت چهره اش نشان میداد که جدّی است؛ تازه چرا این طور نباشد؟ به هر حال من با روشهایش آشنا بودم، و در این مورد تجربه طولانی داشتم.؛ «پوآرو» غرق فکر ادامه داد: ــ چیزی که آن موقع خیلی لازم داشتم، تخیل پویای تو بود، هستینگز؛ بالاخره هر آدمی احتیاج به کمک دارد.؛ خدمتکارم، «جورج»، که مرد فوق العاده ای است، و گاهی با او مشورت میکنم، اصلاً تخیل ندارد.؛ این حرفش به نظرم بی ربط بود.؛ گفتم: ــ بگو ببینم، «پوآرو»؛ نمیخواهی دوباره کارت را شروع کنی و یک جوری خودت را مشغول کنی؛ این زندگی یکنواخت...؛ ــ نه، دوست عزیز؛ همین زندگی برای من خوب است؛ چی بهتر از اینکه تو آفتاب بنشینم، و برای خودم صفا کنم؟ در اوج شهرت و موفقیت باشم، و از بالا آدمها را نگاه کنم؟ الآن همه میگویند: «این هرکول پوآروست. پوآروی بزرگ، بینظیر؛ دنیا مثلش را ندیده، و بعد از این هم نخواهد دید.»؛ خب، من به همین راضیم.؛ چیزی بیشتر از این نمیخواهم.؛ آدم افتاده ای هستم.؛ به نظرم لغت «افتاده» اصلاً در مورد پوآرو مصداق نداشت؛ با گذشت سالها هیچ از خودپسندیش کاسته نشده بود؛ تکیه داده بود به پشتی صندلی، و به سبیلش دست میکشید، و مثل گربه از شدت خودپسندی خرخر میکرد، روی بالکن هتل مجستیک نشسته بودیم.؛ مجستیک بزرگترین هتل سنت لو بود.؛ هتلی با اراضی وسیع در دماغه ای مشرف به دریا.؛ باغ بزرگی جلو رویمان بود و نخلها در گوشه و کنار باغ خودنمایی میکرد.؛ دریا رنگ آبی سیر قشنگی داشت.؛ آسمان صاف بود و آفتاب تموز با همه زورش میتابید، چیزی که در انگلستان کمتر میبینیم؛ زنبورها دسته دسته در آسمان چرخ میزدند و با صدای دلنشینی وزوز میکردند؛ خلاصه همه چیز عالی بود و بهتر از این نمیشد.؛ تازه شب قبلش رسیده بودیم و این اولین روزی بود که در هتل مجستیک بیدار میشدیم.؛ قرار بود یک هفته آنجا باشیم؛ اگر هوا اینطور ادامه مییافت، میتوانستیم تعطیلات خوبی داشته باشیم.؛ روزنامه را که از دستم افتاده بود برداشتم، و خواندن اخبار صبح را از سر گرفتم.؛ اوضاع سیاسی تعریفی نداشت، ولی خبر مهمی هم نبود.؛ بروز مشکلات جدیدی در چین و گزارش مفصلی درباره ی کلاهبرداری جدیدی که شایع شده بود، در سیتی اتفاق افتاده.؛ ولی در مجموع خبری نبود. صفحه را که ورق میزدم، گفتم: ــ این مرض طوطی هم چیز عجیبی است؛ ــ بله، خیلی عجیب است؛ ــ اینجا نوشته دو نفر دیگر هم در لیدز فوت کرده اند؛ ــ واقعا متاسفم؛ صفحه را ورق زدم؛ ــ هنوز خبری از این یارو، سیتن، نیست؛ قرار بود دور دنیا را بگردد؛ واقعا خیلی جرئت دارد، ...)؛ پایان نقلتاریخ بهنگام رسانی 13/09/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 02/07/1400هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی

I don't know if I'm stupid or if Agatha Christie is a genius, either way I couldn't predict anything and I love that about her. Genius indeed.

Is End House really that perilous?Well, this book aims to find out. Poirot has retired, and much to Hastings' disappointment, just turned down a case for some political bigwig. Because nothing can tempt the great Poirot!NOTHING! Except.Enter the attractive and spirited owner of the mortgaged-to-the-hilt End House, Nick Buckley. Nick is a girl, btw, whose real name is Magdala. Her grandfather was a devil of an old man that everyone called Old Nick, and since she followed him around she became little Nick. Does this have anything to do with the story or am I just rambling again? Anyway.She pops up at the hotel they're vacationing at to eat lunch with some friends, and laughingly tells them of several strange near misses on her life.Then literally dodges a bullet in front of their eyes! What? Does the criminal who shot at her not realize who he is dealing with!?Game on, Christie fans because it's Papa Poirot to the rescue!This one has it all. Crazy ex-husbands, drugs, secret panels, touristy Australians, poisoned chocolates, lost wills, missing airmen, sketchy maids, and one Belgian detective with some badass motherfucking grey cells. The End.

Peril at End House, the eighth book in the Hercule Poirot cozy mystery series, was selected as the next book to read in the April 2018 Agatha Christie Readathon that I'm hosting on my blog at This Is My Truth Now. Four weeks of books from all her different series and lots of fun with her canon. I'm really glad this book won the poll as I hadn't read it before. And who wouldn't love a book with a title containing the words 'peril' and 'end' ?Poirot has never been more sarcastic and witty than in this book. It's charming but at the same time, if he said the things to me that he says to his sidekick, I'm not sure I'd turn the other cheek so quickly. But it makes his complex personality all the more interesting and readable! It's always amusing to see how he falls into the capers he investigates... in this one, he stumbles upon a woman who thinks she's just been hit with a tiny piece of falling debris, but it's a bullet. Then he learns someone is trying to kill her -- unsuccessfully three times prior to this experience. Who has that kind of luck? Both the victim for surviving all the attempts and the villain for not succeeding.The cast is a great size in this mystery. There are a number of servants, guests and friends in the house where main character, Nick, a woman with little remaining family, is trying to find her way. In typical Christie fashion, the suspicion is cast on everyone from Nick's suitors to her cousin, her best friend to her lawyer. Or is there a team of killers? It gets more complex as we learn she was set to inherit more money than even she'd known about; now there's a motivation to kill, Poirot thinks. What if it's not about the money you currently have, but the money you're set to get... so let's kill off a few people in a row and make that chain happen more quickly. I'm not giving away any spoilers here, this is discussed fairly early on in the novel. But knowing that makes the details even more delicious. So does the different types of romance happening in the book, as well as the visit from the Australian couple who seem to know something more than they are letting on! So many wonderful little nuggets in this 100-year-old detective wonder. It's a bit sad, too, when you see what happens at the end. People are complicated and really need guidance in life, and it was interesting to see how Poirot can fill that role sometimes.My only slight concern with this one and why I give it a ~4 is that the ending was a little confusing at the same time as open to a bit of interpretation. I can't say more than that without giving thigns away--and it's still a strong mystery--but I like my Poirot answers to be more concrete. He always leaves a few dangling threads but I was afraid if I pulled too hard on this one, I'd be left with a rather stringy garment, and who wants that? All in all, I'm really happy with this one. Descriptions are spot on and witty. I felt like I was at the house. The fireworks made it more spooky. The mysterious cousin who was really never intended to be there makes things even more interesting, especially when you learn some interesting facts about this family and their history.My favorite part was the list of suspects draw out in the book like a chart... really pulls it together, but also helps readers decide for themselves whodunit?!?! I may have to re-read them all this summer when I have a bit more time! Thanks to everyone participating on the blog with this Readathon!

I picked it up at random, and was wondering if I would get to read a decent mystery novel; I wasn't left disappointed. Agatha Christie can weave a mystery out of anything, I guess. She creates an atmosphere of certain mystery and unease that pulls all your attention and creates a craving to know more, thereby getting you hooked without letting you know . This one got me hooked from the first chapter. Until I finished. The solution is ingenious, and unprecedented. Recommended.

This one was very enjoyable. Poirot is on holiday (poor chap - never took a holiday that didn't turn into work for him!) and he comes across a vivacious young girl who has several attempts made on her life. Poirot steps into the scene but someone gets murdered by mistake. Eventually, the truth comes to light but not before a number of red herrings. The investigation gets more confused because there is a forgery as well. The plot was great and so were the characters. But what I really enjoyed was the interplay between Poirot and Hastings. This is one of the finest books in that respect. The two of them keep mocking each other, but in a playful manner. The contrast between them also stands out starkly. It's such a beautiful relationship. And I absolutely adored Hastings in this book. He can be so hilarious when he is moaning about Poirot's eccentricities!

Este libro ha resultado un poco diferente al resto que he leído del detective Hércules Poirot. Empezando por el hecho de que no se ha realizado ningún crimen y deben impedir, contra todo pronóstico (Poirot y el ex-intenso de Hastings) que este hecho suceda.Partiendo del punto de que no hay crimen y se busca al culpable, ya existiría la segunda diferencia: tampoco habrían muchas pistas por seguir y encontrar. Otra divergencia, (para mí la más notable) es la actitud de Hastings tan poco despierta a comparación con el resto de libros, que suele ser más vehemente al querer resolver el misterio. Y también tenemos a un Poirot más inseguro con sus cualidades. A mí esto me ha gustado porque muestra otras facetas en ellos, pero es cierto que extrañé en cierto modo sus rasgos anteriores. Es un libro que como siempre termina sorprendiendo en la resolución del crimen y los implicados. Nuevamente me toca arrodillarme ante la reina del crimen, pues lo ha hecho otra vez. Nunca le doy al clavo al 100% pues entre todo el meollo del asunto hay uno que otro detalle que se me escapa siempre de las manos y este caso no ha sido la excepción.

“Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.” ― Agatha Christie, Peril at End House#8 of 39 completed! While on holiday in Cornwall, the elderly Belgian detective who just can’t seem to retire, Hercule Poirot, meets flapper Nick Buckley, who has recently survived three near-fatal mishaps, including just narrowly being missed by a falling boulder, having her brakes fail, and having a heavy painting fall on her bed, and when they are discussing these occurrences, Nick has a bullet pierce her hat. Coincidence? Non, Poirot suspects, non non non! This Poirot mystery involves a missing pilot, two Magdalas and a gang of "friend" suspects. And fireworks on one fateful night, just in case we need noise to cover up . . . ahem! And the idiot Hastings, who is comically clueless all the way through as Poirot castigates him for his failings and vapidity.Hastings: “It’s always darkest before the dawn.”Poirot: “No! Not another proverb! I can’t bear it!”And another example, a zinger:“Poirot," I [Hastings] said. "I have been thinking.""An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.” And yet another:“You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.” That is a nice touch, because this is what we learn to do through reading Christie's mysteries, to suspect the least likely suspect! So Christie through Poirot turns us around and around, manipulating us throughout. In Peril at End House we get, from time to time, actual lists of suspects for us to consider, thanks to Poirot, complete with motives, just so we can keep score and keep track of shifts in the evidence. Poirot’s process in solving mysteries is 1) to apply logic and order to all we think we know; 2) to apply psychology—to see if we can understand all the characters and their possible motives, and 3) something different from either of these two things, “thinking,” which usually involves an all-night sit-alone in a chair. We revive one earlier idea here, too, Poirot making a “house of cards,” in typical meticulous fashion, as he “thinks.”Reading through each Christie mystery novel one by one, you see development, she’s trying out new things. In this one Christie is back on her game, after having gotten through her deepest grief from the loss of her mother and the deception and desertion of her first husband, a period which produced a couple relatively bad books. In End House, Christie tries this new idea out: Instead of (at least initially) solving a murder, Poirot goes through half the book with Poirot trying to keep Nick from being murdered (which involves a different, more proactive skill set, of course). And Poirot, typically confident and sauve and meticulous, is in this one sometimes nervous, unconfident, beating himself up for his failures, all of which is Christie trying to expand Poirot’s emotional palette.There is a murder, at one point, of course, and we try to outsmart Christie, knowing what Poirot knows, but until nearly the very end we have no idea whodunnit. I defy you to say you predicted it! One nice touch is that the new playwright Christie, fascinated with plays, has Nick suggest that End House would be a great place for a play, then has Poirot enact a play and a play within a play for the finale! This is one of the very best of Christie’s mysteries that I have read thus far, and I was happily surprised because I had never even heard of it before.

+ 4 Me ha dejado boquiabierta.-Y usted, querido Hastings, propone que quiere sospechar del menos indicado. Eso se debe a que lee usted demasiadas novelas policíacas; pero en la vida real, de cada diez pasos, en nueve el verdadero autor de un delito es también el más justamente sospechoso.La verdad es que Agatha Christie siempre ha sido un acierto para mí. Cuando estoy un poco cansada de leer fantasía o necesito leer algo ligero acudo a ella. Su prosa no se caracteriza por ser muy pesada, por lo que los libros te los lees en menos de lo que canta un gallo.En esta octava entrega nos encontramos con nuestro Poirot junto al querido Hastings de vacaciones. Allí conocen a una señorita llamada Miss Esa que les cuenta que últimamente ha tenido una racha de mala suerte. Poirot al contrario no lo considera así por lo que intenta averiguar que hay tras esta supuesta mala suerte. Tras esto, se conocen a los supuestos personajes o enemigos de Miss Eva y sus más oscuros secretos.Si tengo que ser sincera, este libro se coloca por el momento junto al asesinato de Rogelio Ackroyd como uno de mis favoritos. La autora me dejó boquiabierta no me lo esperaba, en un momento hizo “zas” y me tiro por la borda todas mis supuestas teorías. Si es que entiendo hasta el pobrecito Hastings, incluso me da pena porque luego llega Hércules y pareces el tonto del pueblo en comparación. Incluso se burla de él a su modo.-Hércules- dije a mi amigo mientras comíamos en una mesita junto al huevo de una ventana-, he reflexionado….-Magnifico ejercicio… Yo estoy contigo Hastings, en mi corazón hay un hueco para ti. Siempre lo habrá.

And once again, I suspected the wrong person to be the murderer. I am a horrible detective.

A thoroughly good read. I always enjoy Agatha Christie.