Agatha Christie

 Jiekehating Dayton sad face looking down his strong play head the ball. Standing next to the ball, he turned looked at ballpark seat, measure the distance, he felt his face full of disgusting look of satisfaction. Sighed, waving the hands of his irons, draw a sharp curve in the two next to a dandelion tuft of grass and sharp wind driving the club was flying up, the club hit the ball accurately.

when you twenty-four years old, you live in among the golf obsession, but you had to spend time and energy to maintain life, and that the very difficult. There are five days a week and a half, you can see Jack being held in the city of a Saturday afternoon and Sunday; he can live a real life, very keen to make his golf near Stoughton - Hens in the trunk of a rented house, small hotel, every morning, he was six o'clock get up, exercise more than an hour, and then, sitting eight forty-six car into the city.

The only drawback is that the arrangements work and rest in the morning of that time, he seemed born to not hit any target. Bad, one just hit a fumbled ball. V irons hit by his ball rolled along the ground, pushing the four-putt golf course seems to be the biggest failure of all the.

Jack sighed, tightly holding his clubs, kept repeating to himself the words br> He walked unsteadily back - suddenly, he stopped, Mangranruoshi look. Soon as the summer of sharp cry pierced the silence of the morning, reached his ears.

Jack dropped his club, ran towards the direction the sound came. Called the sound is coming from somewhere, and that also belong to a part of the golf course, but it is a very barren countryside, there are several houses. In fact, only one house is nearby, it is a beautiful little villa, as it radiates a kind of elegant old world atmosphere, Jack always pay attention to it. He ran towards the cottage this building, he did not see where there is a cover up the slope to be cuckoo, in a circle around him, and spent at least a minute, and then to the army for he stood in front of the villa,UGG boots clearanc, placed a small hand-tied lock the door.

the garden stood a girl, for a moment, Jack is naturally that it is the sound of the cries for help issued by the girl. But soon, he changed this idea.

girl leaving for a small basket, a basket filled with some weeds, it is clear that she is as weeding flower beds of violets, well just stand up straight waist. Jack noticed her eyes, just like the violet, like the gentle velvety. She was dressed in purple linen, stand straight, look, her whole like a violet.

see Jack, the girl's look and distress and surprise.

she was very, very surprised, so that Jack felt himself puzzled. Her voice was very gentle and sweet,, slightly foreign accent.

However, it seems she is so calm, he can not believe she was deceiving himself.

This time, she looked at him a little suspicion.

However, he is still very sure that he heard the sound of the call is real, not illusion produced by him. He looked up to see the villa windows, everything seems very good quiet.

Obviously, she did not believe the words of Jack, which makes Jack more of their own doubts. He turned to go.

When going out, he turned to glance at, and he saw the girl continued to dry her quietly weeding work.

for some time, he is wandering in the woods, but he can not find any indication that what happened is not a normal thing. However, he was as just as sure that he heard the cry must be true. Finally, he gave up looking, hurry home, hurry to swallow the breakfast, as usual, he just caught the train eight forty-six. Train, it suddenly occurred to him that conscience, whether he should report immediately to the police station this morning to hear his cries of it? But he did not do so, simply because the girl that violets do not trust him. Obviously, she suspected him of insanity - the police would think so. But he can absolutely sure he really heard the cry of a life-saving.

But now, just not so sure that he has - and quite naturally, who can surely they can catch a lost feeling. Is not far from the birds singing, which he has become very similar to the wrong woman to listen to voice.