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The Chiffon Scarf von Eberhart, Mignon G. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 10.12.2014
  • Verlag: Bastei Lübbe AG
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The Chiffon Scarf

A woman finds herself caught at the terrible intersection of love and business. Averill Blaine should have been married years ago, but Eden Shore stole her fiancé Noel's heart. Eden, a fashion model, needed only a few weeks with Noel before he broke his engagement and proposed to her instead, but she never went through with the marriage. Years later, Averill has found a new fiancé, and nothing - not Eden, not even murder -will get in her way. Eden goes to Averill's wedding in hopes of seducing Noel once more. As the two couples circle warily, death intrudes - in the shape of a suspicious airplane crash that kills Averill's uncle. He is an expert pilot, but no amount of skill can stop the flames that leap from his engine as he crests 15,000 feet. Still, Averill and Eden are determined to say 'I do,' no matter how many die on their way to the altar. Review Quote. 'Exciting ... a good Story ... lush.' - The New York Times 'Superb.' - The New Yorker 'Mignon Eberhart's name on mysteries is like sterling on silver.' - Miami News Biographical note. Mignon G. Eberhart (1899-1996) wrote dozens of mystery novels over a nearly six decade-long career. Born in Lincoln, Nebraska, she began writing in high school, trading English essays to her fellow students in exchange for math homework. She attended Nebraska Wesleyan University, and in the 1920s began writing fiction in her spare time, publishing her first novel, The Patient in Room 18, in 1929. With the follow-up, While The Patient Slept (1931), she won a 5,000 Scotland Yard Prize, and by the end of the 1930's was one of the most popular female mystery writers on the planet. Before Agatha Christie ever published a Miss Marple novel, Eberhart was writing romantic crime fiction with female leads. Eight of her books, including While the Patient Slept and Hasty Wedding (1938) were adapted as films. Made a Mystery Writers of America grandmaster in 1971, Eberhart continued publishing roughly a book a year until the 1980s. Her final novel Three Days for Emeralds, was published in 1988.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: none
    Seitenzahl: 176
    Erscheinungsdatum: 10.12.2014
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9783958592391
    Verlag: Bastei Lübbe AG
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The Chiffon Scarf

Chapter 1

EDEN FORGOT THE CHIFFON scarf. It was queer but in its own way inevitable that after her bags had gone and while the taxi waited she went back for it.

It was a long, gray chiffon scarf-so soft it seemed to have no strength, delicate and clean and smelling faintly of sachet. Altogether inanimate; altogether at her disposal. She took it in her hand, put the two letters in her enormous, flat handbag, looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment and went to the waiting taxi. She held the scarf in her hand all the way to the airport. And in the St. Louis plane, when it flew high and the air was cold, she put the scarf around her throat.

She arrived at St. Louis in time for dinner-that memorable dinner which nevertheless, because of her own preoccupation, it was always impossible to remember in its true perspective.

An hour or so before the plane reached St. Louis, she took the two letters from her handbag and read them again slowly. The first was from Averill Blaine.

"My dear, I'm enclosing tickets and want you to come to my wedding two weeks from this coming Friday, that's June the third. The tickets are for the plane trip to St. Louis. From St. Louis we'll all go together (Uncle Bill has chartered a big plane) to the Bayou Teche place where the wedding is to be. In the little chapel; do you remember it? The man I am marrying is Jim Cady; he's at the plant-so things will work out well that way: he really is brilliant and I'm a lucky girl. He's just finished designing and building a new airplane engine everybody's very excited about; there's to be a trial flight Tuesday; so we hope you can arrive Monday night in time for dinner. Then you can see the flight the next day-it really means a lot to all of us. And we'll leave for the Bayou Teche place that night. Do come, dear; if I were having bridesmaids I would want you; but the wedding's to be quite simple and poetic (I'm wearing ice-blue satin with Grandmother's rose-point veil). Noel sends word he hopes you'll come, too. To think if it hadn't been for you, Noel and I would have been married long ago. I ought to thank you for that, though I don't suppose you took Noel away from me then out of motives of sheer friendliness!-I ought to label that 'joke'; it's so hard to tell in a letter. Wire me when to have you met at the airport. Don't worry about clothes; you looked stunning the last time I saw you. All send love. Creda is here, of course. Now do come. Much love, Averill."

Below was a dashing, hasty but invincibly triumphant postscript. "Darling, wait till you see him."

How little Averill had changed since school days! But then the whole setting and circumstances of her life had not changed-abruptly and completely in 1931-as Eden's had done.

Eden wondered briefly just what those years of job-hunting and of precarious job-holding had done to her, Eden Shore. If she had been trained to a profession it would have been easier. The trouble was that even now the shallow foothold she had won was precarious; she was in no sense irreplaceable. There were too many women, just as able, just as brainy, just as tenacious as Eden Shore.

And she was tired.

She thought back to the time, five years ago now, when simply because she didn't love him and discovered it, she'd refused to marry Noel Carreaux. He'd been rich then; extravagantly rich with houses and yachts and good motors, with polo ponies and unlimited checking accounts. Almost literally unlimited, then. And while life could go on without polo ponies, the bank accounts spelled security. How could she have failed to see that!

Well, she knew better now.

The other note was from Noel himself. He wrote:

"Eden, my lovely: Averill's writing to ask you to her wedding in a little over two weeks. I hope you come. Averill's very happy; Bill Blaine pleased as punch; Creda a little upset at finding herself in any position but that of

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