Killian, G. A. (1984). House Tree Person Technique

简介（百度）侦探小说(detective story)鼻祖、科幻小说(science fiction)先驱之一、恐怖小说(horror fiction)大师、短篇哥特小说巅峰、象征主义(s ymbolism)先驱之一，唯美主义(aes theticism)者。

受到过爱伦·坡影响的主要人物有：柯南·道尔、波德莱尔、斯特芳·马拉美、儒勒·凡尔纳、罗伯特·路易斯·斯蒂文森、希区柯克、蒂姆·伯顿、江户川乱步等。

爱伦·坡最著名的文艺理论是―效果论‖。

坡力图在自己的作品中先确立某种效果，再为追求这种效果而思考创作。

他在《怪异故事集》序中称―自己的作品绝大部分都是深思熟虑的苦心经营‖。

爱伦·坡、安布鲁斯·布尔斯（1842～1914？）和H.P.洛夫克拉夫特（1890～1937）并称为美国三大恐怖小说家。

埃德加·爱伦·坡（英语：Edgar Allan Poe；1809年1月19日－1849年10月7日），美国作家、诗人、编者与文学评论家，被尊崇是美国浪漫主义运动要角之一，以悬疑、惊悚小说最负盛名。

爱伦·坡是美国的短篇小说家先锋之一，并被公认是推理小说的创造者，甚至被视为科幻小说的共同催生者之一[1]。

他是第一位众所周知、仅以创作一职糊口的美国作家，并因此长陷于经济困难与不顺遂之中[2]。

Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe, January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction.[1] He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.[2]Literary influenceDuring his lifetime, Poe was mostly recognized as a literary critic. Fellow critic James Russell Lowell called him "the most discriminating, philosophical, and fearless critic upon imaginative works who has written in America", though he questioned if he occasionally used prussic acid instead of ink.[100] Poe was also known as a writer of fiction and became one of the first American authors of the 19th century to become more popular in Europe than in the United States.[101] Poe is particularly respected in France, in part due to early translations by Charles Baudelaire. Baudelaire's translations became definitive renditions of Poe's work throughout Europe.[102]Poe's early detective fiction tales featuring C. Auguste Dupin laid the groundwork for future detectives in literature. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle said, "Each [of Poe's detective stories] is a root from which a whole literature has developed.... Where was the detective story until Poe breathed the breath of life into it?"[103] The Mystery Writers of America have named their awards for excellence in the genre the "Edgars".[104] Poe's work also influenced science fiction, notably Jules Verne, who wrote a sequel to Poe's novel The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket called An Antarctic Mystery, also known as The Sphinx of the Ice Fields.[105] Science fiction author H. G. Wells noted, "Pym tells what a very intelligent mind could imagine about the south polar region a century ago."[106]Like many famous artists, Poe's works have spawned innumerable imitators.[107] One interesting trend among imitators of Poe, however, has been claims by clairvoyants or psychics to be "channeling" poems from Poe's spirit. One of the most notable of these was Lizzie Doten, who in 1863 published Poems from the Inner Life, in which she claimed to have "received" new compositions by Poe's spirit. The compositions were re-workings of famous Poe poems such as "The Bells", but which reflected a new, positive outlook.[108]Even so, Poe has received not only praise, but criticism as well. This is partly because of the negative perception of his personal character and its influence upon his reputation.[101]William Butler Yeats was occasionally critical of Poe and once called him "vulgar".[109]Transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson reacted to "The Raven" by saying, "I see nothing in it"[110] and derisively referred to Poe as "the jingle man".[111]Aldous Huxley wrote that Poe's writing "falls into vulgarity" by being "too poetical"—the equivalent of wearing a diamond ring on every finger.[112]It is believed that only 12 copies of Poe's first book, Tamerlane and Other Poems, have survived. In December 2009, one copy sold at Christie's, New York for $662,500, a record price paid for a work of American literature.[113]中国人较系统地译介爱伦·坡比法国人晚了80余年，但却几乎应验了坡160年前引用过的一段文字。

阿加莎作品英文版Agatha Christie's works, originally written in English, include:1. "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" (1920)2. "Murder on the Links" (1923)3. "The Murder of Roger Ackroyd" (1926)4. "The Big Four" (1927)5. "The Mystery of the Blue Train" (1928)6. "Peril at End House" (1932)7. "Lord Edgware Dies" (1933)8. "Murder on the Orient Express" (1934)9. "Death on the Nile" (1937)10. "Appointment with Death" (1938)11. "Sad Cypress" (1940)12. "Evil Under the Sun" (1941)13. "Five Little Pigs" (1942)14. "The Hollow" (1946)15. "The Witness for the Prosecution" (1948)16. "A Murder is Announced" (1950)17. "They Came to Baghdad" (1951)18. "After the Funeral" (1953)19. "A Pocket Full of Rye" (1953)20. "Destination Unknown" (1954)21. "Sparkling Cyanide" (1955)22. "Dead Man's Folly" (1956)23. "Ordeal by Innocence" (1958)24. "Cat Among the Pigeons" (1959)25. "The Pale Horse" (1961)26. "The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side" (1962)27. "The Clocks" (1963)28. "Endless Night" (1967)29. "By the Pricking of My Thumbs" (1968)30. "Hallowe'en Party" (1969)31. "Elephants Can Remember" (1972)32. "Curtain" (1975)These are just a selection of Agatha Christie's works, and she wrote numerous other novels, short stories, plays, and poems throughout her career.。

WELCOME TO DEAD HOUSE Goosebumps - 01R.L. Stine(An Undead Scan v1.5)1Josh and I hated our new house.Sure, it was big. It looked like a mansion compared to our old house. It was a tall redbrick house with a sloping black roof and rows of windows framed by black shutters.It’s so dark, I thought, studying it from the street. The whole house was covered in darkness, as if it were hiding in the shadows of the gnarled, old trees that bent over it.It was the middle of July, but dead brown leaves blanketed the front yard. Our sneakers crunched over them as we trudged up the gravel driveway.Tall weeds poked up everywhere through the dead leaves. Thick clumps of weeds had completely overgrown an old flower bed beside the front porch.This house is creepy, I thought unhappily.Josh must have been thinking the same thing. Looking up at the old house, we both groaned loudly.Mr. Dawes, the friendly young man from the local real estate office, stopped near the front walk and turned around.“Everything okay?” he asked, staring first at Josh, then at me, with his crinkly blue eyes.“Josh and Amanda aren’t happy about moving,” Dad explained, tucking his shirttail in. Dad is a little overweight, and his shirts always seem to be coming untucked.“It’s hard for kids,” my mother added, smiling at Mr. Dawes, her hands shoved into her jeans pockets as she continued up to the front door. “You know. Leaving all of their friends behind. Moving to a strange new place.”“Strange is right,” Josh said, shaking his head. “This house is gross.”Mr. Dawes chuckled. “It’s an old house, that’s for sure,” he said, patting Josh on the shoulder.“It just needs some work, Josh,” Dad said, smiling at Mr. Dawes. “No one has lived in it for a while, so it’ll take some fixing up.”“Look how big it is,” Mom added, smoothing back her straight black hair and smiling at Josh. “We’ll have room for a den and maybe a rec room, too. You’d like that—wouldn’t you, Amanda?”I shrugged. A cold breeze made me shiver. It was actually a beautiful, hot summer day. But the closer we got to the house, the colder I felt.I guessed it was because of all the tall, old trees.I was wearing white tennis shorts and a sleeveless blue T-shirt. It had been hot in the car. But now I was freezing. Maybe it’ll be warmer in the house, I thought.“How old are they?” Mr. Dawes asked Mom, stepping onto the front porch.“Amanda is twelve,” Mom answered. “And Josh turned eleven last month.”“They look so much alike,” Mr. Dawes told Mom.I couldn’t decide if that was a compliment or not. I guess it’s true. Josh and I are both tall and thin and have curly brown hair like Dad’s, and dark brown eyes. Everyone says we have “serious” faces.“I really want to go home,” Josh said, his voice cracking. “I hate this place.”My brother is the most impatient kid in the world. And when he makes up his mind about something, that’s it. He’s a little spoiled. At least, I think so. Whenever he makes a big fuss about something, he usually gets his way.We may look alike, but we’re really not that similar. I’m a lot more patient than Josh is. A lot more sensible. Probably because I’m older and because I’m a girl.Josh had hold of Dad’s hand and was trying to pull him back to the car. “Let’s go. Come on, Dad. Let’s go.”I knew this was one time Josh wouldn’t get his way. We were moving to this house. No doubt about it. After all, the house was absolutely free. A great-uncle of Dad’s, a man we didn’t even know, had died and left the house to Dad in his will.I’ll never forget the look on Dad’s face when he got the letter from the lawyer. He let out a loud whoop and began dancing around the living room. Josh and I thought he’d flipped or something.“My Great-Uncle Charles has left us a house in his will,” Dad explained, reading and rereading the letter. “It’s in a town called Dark Falls.”“Huh?” Josh and I cried. “Where’s Dark Falls?”Dad shrugged.“I don’t remember your Uncle Charles,” Mom said, moving behind Dad to read the letter over his shoulder.“Neither do I,” admitted Dad. “But he must’ve been a great guy! Wow! This sounds like an incredible house!” He grabbed Mom’s hands and began dancing happily with her across the living room.Dad sure was excited. He’d been looking for an excuse to quit his boring office job and devote all of his time to his writing career. This house—absolutely free—would be just the excuse he needed.And now, a week later, here we were in Dark Falls, a four-hour drive from our home, seeing our new house for the first time. We hadn’t even gone inside, and Josh was trying to drag Dad back to the car.“Josh—stop pulling me,” Dad snapped impatiently, trying to tug his hand out of Josh’s grasp.Dad glanced helplessly at Mr. Dawes. I could see that he was embarrassed by how Josh was carrying on. I decided maybe I could help.“Let go, Josh,” I said quietly, grabbing Josh by the shoulder. “We promised we’d give Dark Falls a chance—remember?”“I already gave it a chance,” Josh whined, not letting go of Dad’s hand. “This house is old and ugly and I hate it.”“You haven’t even gone inside,” Dad said angrily.“Yes. Let’s go in,” Mr. Dawes urged, staring at Josh.“I’m staying outside,” Josh insisted.He can be really stubborn sometimes. I felt just as unhappy as Josh looking at this dark, old house. But I’d never carry on the way Josh was.“Josh, don’t you want to pick out your own room?” Mom asked.“No,” Josh muttered.He and I both glanced up to the second floor. There were two large bay windows side by side up there. They looked like two dark eyes staring back at us.“How long have you lived in your present house?” Mr. Dawes asked Dad.Dad had to think for a second. “About fourteen years,” he answered. “The kids have lived there for their whole lives.”“Moving is always hard,” Mr. Dawes said sympathetically, turning his gaze on me. “You know, Amanda, I moved here to Dark Falls just a few months ago. I didn’t like it much either, at first. But now I wouldn’t live anywhere else.” He winked at me. He had a cute dimple in his chin when he smiled. “Let’s go inside. It’s really quite nice. You’ll be surprised.”All of us followed Mr. Dawes, except Josh. “Are there other kids on this block?” Josh demanded. He made it sound more like a challenge than a question.Mr. Dawes nodded. “The school’s just two blocks away,” he said, pointing up the street.“See?” Mom quickly cut in. “A short walk to school. No more long bus rides every morning.”“I liked the bus,” Josh insisted.His mind was made up. He wasn’t going to give my parents a break, even though we’d both promised to be open-minded about this move.I don’t know what Josh thought he had to gain by being such a pain. I mean, Dad already had plenty to worry about. For one thing, he hadn’t been able to sell our old house yet.I didn’t like the idea of moving. But I knew that inheriting this big house was a great opportunity for us. We were so cramped in our little house.And once Dad managed to sell the old place, we wouldn’t have to worry at all about money anymore.Josh should at least give it a chance. That’s what I thought.Suddenly, from our car at the foot of the driveway, we heard Petey barking and howling and making a fuss.Petey is our dog, a white, curly-haired terrier, cute as a button, and usually well-behaved. He never minded being left in the car. But now he was yowling and yapping at full volume and scratching at the car window, desperate to get out.“Petey—quiet! Quiet!” I shouted. Petey usually listened to me.But not this time.“I’m going to let him out!” Josh declared, and took off down the driveway toward the car.“No. Wait—” Dad called.But I don’t think Josh could hear him over Petey’s wails.“Might as well let the dog explore,” Mr. Dawes said. “It’s going to be his house, too.”A few seconds later, Petey came charging across the lawn, kicking up brown leaves, yipping excitedly as he ran up to us. He jumped on all of us as if he hadn’t seen us in weeks and then, to our surprise, he started growling menacingly and barking at Mr. Dawes.“Petey—stop!” Mom yelled.“He’s never done this,” Dad said apologetically. “Really. He’s usually very friendly.”“He probably smells something on me. Another dog, maybe,” Mr. Dawes said, loosening his striped tie, looking warily at our growling dog.Finally, Josh grabbed Petey around the middle and lifted him away from Mr. Dawes. “Stop it, Petey,” Josh scolded, holding the dog up close to his face so that they were nose-to-nose. “Mr. Dawes is our friend.”Petey whimpered and licked Josh’s face. After a short while, Josh set him back down on the ground. Petey looked up at Mr. Dawes, then at me, then decided to go sniffing around the yard, letting his nose lead the way.“Let’s go inside,” Mr. Dawes urged, moving a hand through his short blond hair. He unlocked the front door and pushed it open.Mr. Dawes held the screen door open for us. I started to follow my parents into the house.“I’ll stay out here with Petey,” Josh insisted from the walk.Dad started to protest, but changed his mind. “Okay. Fine,” he said, sighing and shaking his head. “I’m not going to argue with you. Don’t come in. You can live outside if you want.” He sounded really exasperated.“I want to stay with Petey,” Josh said again, watching Petey nose his way through the dead flower bed.Mr. Dawes followed us into the hallway, gently closing the screen door behind him, giving Josh a final glance. “He’ll be fine,” he said softly, smiling at Mom.“He can be so stubborn sometimes,” Mom said apologetically. She peeked into the living room. “I’m really sorry about Petey. I don’t know what got into that dog.”“No problem. Let’s start in the living room,” Mr. Dawes said, leading the way. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by how spacious it is. Of course, it needs work.”He took us on a tour of every room in the house. I was beginning to get excited. The house was really kind of neat. There were so many rooms and so many closets. And my room was huge and had its own bathroom and an old-fashioned window seat where I could sit at the window and look down at the street.I wished Josh had come inside with us. If he could see how great the house was inside, I knew he’d start to cheer up.I couldn’t believe how many rooms there were. Even a finished attic filled with old furniture and stacks of old, mysterious cartons we could explore.We must have been inside for at least half an hour. I didn’t really keep track of the time. I think all three of us were feeling cheered up.“Well, I think I’ve shown you everything,” Mr. Dawes said, glancing at his watch. He led the way to the front door.“Wait—I want to take one more look at my room,” I told them excitedly. I started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. “I’ll be down in a second.”“Hurry, dear. I’m sure Mr. Dawes has other appointments,” Mom called after me.I reached the second-floor landing and hurried down the narrow hallway and into my new room. “Wow!” I said aloud, and the word echoed faintly against the empty walls.It was so big. And I loved the bay window with the window seat. I walked over to it and peered out. Through the trees, I could see our car in the driveway and, beyond it, a house that looked a lot like ours across the street.I’m going to put my bed against that wall across from the window, I thought happily. And my desk can go over there. I’ll have room for a computer now!I took one more look at my closet, a long, walk-in closet with a light in the ceiling, and wide shelves against the back wall.I was heading to the door, thinking about which of my posters I wanted to bring with me, when I saw the boy.He stood in the doorway for just a second. And then he turned and disappeared down the hall.“Josh?” I cried. “Hey—come look!”With a shock, I realized it wasn’t Josh.For one thing, the boy had blond hair.“Hey!” I called and ran to the hallway, stopping just outside my bedroom door, looking both ways. “Who’s here?”But the long hall was empty. All of the doors were closed.“Whoa, Amanda,” I said aloud.Was I seeing things?Mom and Dad were calling from downstairs. I took one last look down the dark corridor, then hurried to rejoin them.“Hey, Mr. Dawes,” I called as I ran down the stairs, “is this house haunted?”He chuckled. The question seemed to strike him funny. “No. Sorry,” he said, looking at me with those crinkly blue eyes. “No ghost included. A lot of old houses around here are said to be haunted. But I’m afraid this isn’t one of them.”“I—I thought I saw something,” I said, feeling a little foolish.“Probably just shadows,” Mom said. “With all the trees, this house is so dark.”“Why don’t you run outside and tell Josh about the house,” Dad suggested, tucking in the front of his shirt. “Your Mom and I have some things to talk over with Mr. Dawes.”“Yes, master,” I said with a little bow, and obediently ran out to tell Josh all about what he had missed. “Hey, Josh,” I called, eagerly searching the yard. “Josh?”My heart sank.Josh and Petey were gone.2“Josh! Josh!”First I called Josh. Then I called Petey. But there was no sign of either of them.I ran down to the bottom of the driveway and peered into the car, but they weren’t there. Mom and Dad were still inside talking with Mr. Dawes. I looked along the street in both directions, but there was no sign of them.“Josh! Hey, Josh!”Finally, Mom and Dad came hurrying out the front door, looking alarmed. I guess they heard my shouts. “I can’t find Josh or Petey!” I yelled up to them from the street.“Maybe they’re around back,” Dad shouted down to me.I headed up the driveway, kicking away dead leaves as I ran. It was sunny down on the street, but as soon as I entered our yard, I was back in the shade, and it was immediately cool again.“Hey, Josh! Josh—where are you?”Why did I feel so scared? It was perfectly natural for Josh to wander off. He did it all the time.I ran full speed along the side of the house. Tall trees leaned over the house on this side, blocking out nearly all of the sunlight.The backyard was bigger than I’d expected, a long rectangle that sloped gradually down to a wooden fence at the back. Just like the front, this yard was a mass of tall weeds, poking up through a thick covering of brown leaves. A stone birdbath had toppled onto its side. Beyond it, I could see the side of the garage, a dark, brick building that matched the house.“Hey—Josh!”He wasn’t back here. I stopped and searched the ground for footprints or a sign that he had run through the thick leaves.“Well?” Out of breath, Dad came jogging up to me.“No sign of him,” I said, surprised at how worried I felt.“Did you check the car?” He sounded more angry than worried.“Yes. It’s the first place I looked.” I gave the backyard a last quick search. “I don’t believe Josh would just take off.”“I do,” Dad said, rolling his eyes. “You know your brother when he doesn’t get his way. Maybe he wants us to think he’s run away from home.” He frowned.“Where is he?” Mom asked as we returned to the front of the house.Dad and I both shrugged. “Maybe he made a friend and wandered off,” Dad said. He raised a hand and scratched his curly brown hair. I could tell that he was starting to worry, too.“We’ve got to find him,” Mom said, gazing down to the street. “He doesn’t know this neighborhood at all. He probably wandered off and got lost.”Mr. Dawes locked the front door and stepped down off the porch, pocketing the keys. “He couldn’t have gotten far,” he said, giving Mom a reassuring smile. “Let’s drive around the block. I’m sure we’ll find him.”Mom shook her head and glanced nervously at Dad. “I’ll kill him,” she muttered. Dad patted her on the shoulder.Mr. Dawes opened the trunk of the small Honda, pulled off his dark blazer, and tossed it inside. Then he took out a wide-brimmed, black cowboy hat and put it on his head.“Hey—that’s quite a hat,” Dad said, climbing into the front passenger seat.“Keeps the sun away,” Mr. Dawes said, sliding behind the wheel and slamming the car door.Mom and I got in back. Glancing over at her, I saw that Mom was as worried as I was.We headed down the block in silence, all four of us staring out the car windows. The houses we passed all seemed old. Most of them were even bigger than our house. All of them seemed to be in better condition, nicely painted with neat, well-trimmed lawns.I didn’t see any people in the houses or yards, and there was no one on the street.It certainly is a quiet neighborhood, I thought. And shady. The houses all seemed to be surrounded by tall, leafy trees. The front yards we drove slowly past all seemed to be bathed in shade. The street was the only sunny place, a narrow gold ribbon that ran through the shadows on both sides.Maybe that’s why it’s called Dark Falls, I thought.“Where is that son of mine?” Dad asked, staring hard out the windshield.“I’ll kill him. I really will,” Mom muttered. It wasn’t the first time she had said that about Josh.We had gone around the block twice. No sign of him.Mr. Dawes suggested we drive around the next few blocks, and Dad quickly agreed. “Hope I don’t get lost. I’m new here, too,” Mr. Dawes said, turning a corner. “Hey, there’s the school,” he announced, pointing out the window at a tall redbrick building. It looked very old-fashioned, with white columns on both sides of the double front doors. “Of course, it’s closed now,” Mr. Dawes added.My eyes searched the fenced-in playground behind the school. It was empty. No one there.“Could Josh have walked this far?” Mom asked, her voice tight and higher than usual.“Josh doesn’t walk,” Dad said, rolling his eyes. “He runs.”“We’ll find him,” Mr. Dawes said confidently, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he steered.We turned a corner onto another shady block. A street sign read “Cemetery Drive”, and sure enough, a large cemetery rose up in front of us. Granite gravestones rolled along a low hill, which sloped down and then up again onto a large flat stretch, also marked with rows of low grave markers and monuments.A few shrubs dotted the cemetery, but there weren’t many trees. As we drove slowly past, the gravestones passing by in a blur on the left, I realized that this was the sunniest spot I had seen in the whole town.“There’s your son.” Mr. Dawes, pointing out the window, stopped the car suddenly.“Oh, thank goodness!” Mom exclaimed, leaning down to see out the window on my side of the car.Sure enough, there was Josh, running wildly along a crooked row of low, white gravestones. “What’s he doing here?” I asked, pushing open my car door.I stepped down from the car, took a few steps onto the grass, and called to him. At first, he didn’t react to my shouts. He seemed to be ducking and dodging through the tombstones. He would run in one direction, then cut to the side, then head in another direction.Why was he doing that?I took another few steps—and then stopped, gripped with fear.I suddenly realized why Josh was darting and ducking like that, running so wildly through the tombstones. He was being chased.Someone—or something—was after him.3Then, as I took a few reluctant steps toward Josh, watching him bend low, then change directions, his arms outstretched as he ran, I realized I had it completely backward.Josh wasn’t being chased. Josh was chasing.He was chasing after Petey.Okay, okay. So sometimes my imagination runs away with me. Running through an old graveyard like this—even in bright daylight—it’s only natural that a person might start to have weird thoughts.I called to Josh again, and this time he heard me and turned around. He looked worried. “Amanda—come help me!” he cried.“Josh, what’s the matter?” I ran as fast as I could to catch up with him, but he kept darting through the gravestones, moving from row to row.“Help!”“Josh—what’s wrong?” I turned and saw that Mom and Dad were right behind me.“It’s Petey,” Josh explained, out of breath. “I can’t get him to stop. I caught him once, but he pulled away from me.”“Petey! Petey!” Dad started calling the dog. But Petey was moving from stone to stone, sniffing each one, then running to the next.“How did you get all the way over here?” Dad asked as he caught up with my brother.“I had to follow Petey,” Josh explained, still looking very worried. “He just took off. One second he was sniffing around that dead flower bed in our front yard. The next second, he just started to run. He wouldn’t stop when I called. Wouldn’t even look back. He kept running till he got here. I had to follow. I was afraid he’d get lost.”Josh stopped and gratefully let Dad take over the chase. “I don’t know what that dumb dog’s problem is,” he said to me. “He’s just weird.”It took Dad a few tries, but he finally managed to grab Petey and pick him up off the ground. Our little terrier gave a halfhearted yelp of protest, then allowed himself to be carried away.We all trooped back to the car on the side of the road. Mr. Dawes was waiting by the car. “Maybe you’d better get a leash for that dog,” he said, looking very concerned.“Petey’s never been on a leash,” Josh protested, wearily climbing into the backseat.“Well, we might have to try one for a while,” Dad said quietly. “Especially if he keeps running away.” Dad tossed Petey into the backseat. The dog eagerly curled up in Josh’s arms.The rest of us piled into the car, and Mr. Dawes drove us back to his office, a tiny, white, flat-roofed building at the end of a row of small offices. As we rode, I reached over and stroked the back of Petey’s head.Why did the dog run away like that? I wondered. Petey had never done that before.I guessed that Petey was also upset about our moving. After all, Petey had spent his whole life in our old house. He probably felt a lot like Josh and I did about having to pack up and move and never see the old neighborhood again.The new house, the new streets, and all the new smells must have freaked the poor dog out. Josh wanted to run away from the whole idea. And so did Petey.Anyway, that was my theory.Mr. Dawes parked the car in front of his tiny office, shook Dad’s hand, and gave him a business card. “You can come by next week,” he told Mom and Dad. “I’ll have all the legal work done by then. After you sign the papers, you can move in anytime.”He pushed open the car door and, giving us all a final smile, prepared to climb out.“Compton Dawes,” Mom said, reading the white business card over Dad’s shoulder. “That’s an unusual name. Is Compton an old family name?”Mr. Dawes shook his head. “No,” he said, “I’m the only Compton in my family. I have no idea where the name comes from. No idea at all. Maybe my parents didn’t know how to spell Charlie!”Chuckling at his terrible joke, he climbed out of the car, lowered the wide black Stetson hat on his head, pulled his blazer from the trunk, and disappeared into the small white building.Dad climbed behind the wheel, moving the seat back to make room for his big stomach. Mom got up front, and we started the long drive home. “I guess you and Petey had quite an adventure today,” Mom said to Josh, rolling up her window because Dad had turned on the air conditioner.“I guess,” Josh said without enthusiasm. Petey was sound asleep in his lap, snoring quietly.“You’re going to love your room,” I told Josh. “The whole house is great. Really.”Josh stared at me thoughtfully, but didn’t answer.I poked him in the ribs with my elbow. “Say something. Did you hear what I said?”But the weird, thoughtful look didn’t fade from Josh’s face.The next couple of weeks seemed to crawl by. I walked around the house thinking about how I’d never see my room again, how I’d never eat breakfast in this kitchen again, how I’d never watch TV in the living room again. Morbid stuff like that.I had this sick feeling when the movers came one afternoon and delivered a tall stack of cartons. Time to pack up. It was really happening. Even though it was themiddle of the afternoon, I went up to my room and flopped down on my bed. I didn’t nap or anything. I just stared at the ceiling for more than an hour, and all these wild, unconnected thoughts ran through my head, like a dream, only I was awake.I wasn’t the only one who was nervous about the move. Mom and Dad were snapping at each other over nothing at all. One morning they had a big fight over whether the bacon was too crispy or not.In a way, it was funny to see them being so childish. Josh was acting really sullen all the time. He hardly spoke a word to anyone. And Petey sulked, too. That dumb dog wouldn’t even pick himself up and come over to me when I had some table scraps for him.I guess the hardest part about moving was saying good-bye to my friends. Carol and Amy were away at camp, so I had to write to them. But Kathy was home, and she was my oldest and best friend, and the hardest to say good-bye to.I think some people were surprised that Kathy and I had stayed such good friends. For one thing, we look so different. I’m tall and thin and dark, and she’s fair-skinned, with long blonde hair, and a little chubby. But we’ve been friends since preschool, and best friends since fourth grade.When she came over the night before the move, we were both terribly awkward. “Kathy, you shouldn’t be nervous,” I told her. “You’re not the one who’s moving away forever.”“It’s not like you’re moving to China or something,” she answered, chewing hard on her bubble gum. “Dark Falls is only four hours away, Amanda. We’ll see each other a lot.”“Yeah, I guess,” I said. But I didn’t believe it. Four hours away was as bad as being in China, as far as I was concerned. “I guess we can still talk on the phone,” I said glumly.She blew a small green bubble, then sucked it back into her mouth. “Yeah. Sure,” she said, pretending to be enthusiastic. “You’re lucky, you know. Moving out of this crummy neighborhood to a big house.”“It’s not a crummy neighborhood,” I insisted. I don’t know why I was defending the neighborhood. I never had before. One of our favorite pastimes was thinking of places we’d rather be growing up.“School won’t be the same without you,” she sighed, curling her legs under her on the chair. “Who’s going to slip me the answers in math?”I laughed. “I always slipped you the wrong answers.”“But it was the thought that counted,” Kathy said. And then she groaned. “Ugh. Junior high. Is your new junior high part of the high school or part of the elementary school?”I made a disgusted face. “Everything’s in one building. It’s a small town, remember? There’s no separate high school. At least, I didn’t see one.”“Bummer,” she said.Bummer was right.We chatted for hours. Until Kathy’s mom called and said it was time for her to come home.Then we hugged. I had made up my mind that I wouldn’t cry, but I could feel the big, hot tears forming in the corners of my eyes. And then they were running down my cheeks.“I’m so miserable!” I wailed.I had planned to be really controlled and mature. But Kathy was my best friend, after all, and what could I do?We made a promise that we’d always be together on our birthdays—no matter what. We’d force our parents to make sure we didn’t miss each other’s birthdays.And then we hugged—again. And Kathy said, “Don’t worry. We’ll see each other a lot. Really.” And she had tears in her eyes, too.She turned and ran out the door. The screen door slammed hard behind her. I stood there staring out into the darkness until Petey came scampering in, his toenails clicking across the linoleum, and started to lick my hand.The next morning, moving day, was a rainy Saturday. Not a downpour. No thunder or lightning. But just enough rain and wind to make the long drive slow and unpleasant.The sky seemed to get darker as we neared the new neighborhood. The heavy trees bent low over the street. “Slow down, Jack,” Mom warned shrilly. “The street is really slick.”But Dad was in a hurry to get to the house before the moving van did. “They’ll just put the stuff anywhere if we’re not there to supervise,” he explained.Josh, beside me in the backseat, was being a real pain, as usual. He kept complaining that he was thirsty. When that didn’t get results, he started whining that he was starving. But we had all had a big breakfast, so that didn’t get any reaction, either.He just wanted attention, of course. I kept trying to cheer him up by telling him how great the house was inside and how big his room was. He still hadn’t seen it.But he didn’t want to be cheered up. He started wrestling with Petey, getting the poor dog all worked up, until Dad had to shout at him to stop.“Let’s all try really hard not to get on each other’s nerves,” Mom suggested.Dad laughed. “Good idea, dear.”“Don’t make fun of me,” she snapped.They started to argue about who was more exhausted from all the packing. Petey stood up on his hind legs and started to howl at the back window.“Can’t you shut him up?” Mom screamed.I pulled Petey down, but he struggled back up and started howling again. “He’s never done this before,” I said.“Just get him quiet!” Mom insisted.I pulled Petey down by his hind legs, and Josh started to howl. Mom turned around and gave him a dirty look. Josh didn’t stop howling, though. He thought he was a riot.Finally, Dad pulled the car up the driveway of the new house. The tires crunched over the wet gravel. Rain pounded on the roof.。

24 海外文摘海外文摘 OVERSEAS DIGEST 总第846期 2021年第7期Total of 846No.7,2021语言文学 LANGUAGE＆LITERATURE从《罗杰疑案》看阿加莎·克里斯蒂推理小说的叙述魅力孙怡文（山东农业大学，山东泰安 271500）摘要：英国推理作家阿加莎·克里斯蒂与柯南·道尔及日本的松本清张并称世界推理小说三大宗师，她的小说叙述背景独特，自创“乡间别墅派”；叙事视角多元，擅长融合多重视角构筑诡谲的故事情节；叙述语言生动，逻辑缜密，运用细节暗示进行严密的逻辑推理。

其作品在推理文学史上富有开创性，具有颠覆传统的叙述魅力。

《罗杰疑案》就是彰显其创作魅力的一部代表作。

关键词：阿加莎·克里斯蒂；推理小说；叙事魅力；开创性中图分类号：I106 文献标识码：A 文章编号：1003-2177（2021）07-0024-03推理小说，即通过推理来解开谜团的小说，从1841年爱伦·坡发表《莫格街凶杀案》到今天，推理小说已经走过了一百多年的历史。

作为推理界开山鼻祖式的人物，阿加莎·克里斯蒂曾被冠以“侦探女王”的称号，其小说情节安排紧张刺激、悬念设置丰富，得到了读者的广泛喜爱。

《罗杰疑案》是阿加莎的成名作，被誉为“波洛33次极其浪漫的侦破中最光耀史册的一次，它摇撼了迷案侦探小说中的许多创作规律。

”无论是背景设置、推理模式还是叙事方式，在阿加莎作品中都十分具有代表性，但国内对阿加莎的研究多集中于《无人生还》《东方快车谋杀案》等更著名的作品上，忽视了它作为开山之作的魅力和研究价值。

基于此，本文将以《罗杰疑案》为例，对阿加莎推理小说的叙述模式做进一步的探讨，并探究阿加莎作品对后世的影响。

1“乡间别墅派”的背景设置 乡间别墅派，顾名思义，即犯罪地点多处于一个特定地点，如乡下的别墅中，凶手必定是此封闭环境中有着相互关联的几个人中的一个，因此乡间别墅派多采用群像式的描写手法，借助复杂的人物关系推动情节发展[1]。

阿加莎·克里斯蒂书名（英汉对照）
马普尔小姐
简·马普尔小传
一位可爱的农村老太太，目光如炬、能洞察人性。

晚年为社会发挥了极大的余热，可惜年轻时不知干什么去了，哈哈！以《谋杀启事》名震乡里！
汤米&塔彭丝夫妇
两口子自始自终配合默契、相得益彰。

数度出生入死的冒险家，笑料迭出的一对活宝！从《年轻冒险家》到《拇指一竖》，老而弥坚、老而弥笃
巴陀督探长
名为战斗（Battle），实则冷静机智，出手必中！谁说我们警界无能，哈哈……
业余的侦探们
俺们虽然不如波洛老爹、马普尔婆婆那么有名头，可也有两下子。

啊不，好几下子！小看俺们的话……俺们也没法子，5555……。

被放逐的萨图科概述被放逐的萨图科是一部由英国作家爱伦·坡所创作的短篇恐怖小说。

故事讲述了主人公萨图科的一次疯狂行为，导致他被朋友和家人遗弃，并最终使他陷入恶果之中。

本文将对这个故事进行分析并探讨其中所包含的主题和意义。

故事情节故事以第一人称的视角展开，主角萨图科是一个富有但古怪的贵族，生活在意大利威尼斯的一座庄园里。

他对古罗马艺术和神话传说情有独钟，痴迷于恢复庄园中的罗马风格。

然而，他的痴迷逐渐变得疯狂，最终导致他对自己的朋友和家人行凶。

萨图科的最后一次疯狂行为发生在他庄园的一座地下墓穴中。

他用斧头砍开了一个黑铁棺材，结果发现里面的尸体与他长得一模一样。

这种恐怖的发现使他完全失去了理智，他开始与这具尸体互动，仿佛与自己对话。

最终，他将尸体拉到了庄园的中庭，并将所有人都扔出去，把门锁了起来。

萨图科的疯狂持续了一段时间，他住在庄园里与尸体为伴，完全孤独地生活着。

最终，这个恐怖的景象被发现，人们闻讯赶来打开了庄园的大门。

他们发现萨图科已经完全疯狂，对自己的朋友和家人毫无认识。

由于无法治愈他的精神疾病，萨图科被送到了一个疗养院，一直受到监禁直到死去。

主题分析被放逐的萨图科通过揭示一个人心灵破碎的过程，探讨了人类内心的黑暗面和生命的脆弱性。

主要有以下几个主题：疯狂与精神崩溃萨图科的疯狂是整个故事的核心。

他的痴迷和执念导致了他失去理智，最终导致了他的精神崩溃。

这个主题提醒着读者，人类内心的黑暗和脆弱可以随时崩溃，将人带入疯狂的境地。

古代与现代的冲突萨图科的疯狂源于他对古代文化和艺术的痴迷。

然而，这种痴迷在当时的社会环境中是与现代生活格格不入的。

这个主题揭示了传统与现代之间的冲突，并暗示着现代化对于某些人来说可能是一种破坏性的力量。

社会孤立与放逐故事情节中，萨图科被他的朋友和家人遗弃，并最终被送到疗养院中监禁。

这种被放逐和孤立的主题反映了现代社会中对于精神疾病和疯狂的不容忍和排斥。

被放逐的萨图科成为了一个被边缘化的人物，他的存在被社会所否定。

When finished the reading of 1984 by George Orwell, I felt a shiver down my spine. This is an anti-Utopia novel written in 1948, which is a strong criticism of Totalitarianism. This novel keenly calls for freedom. As mentioned in the New York Times, that one more person reads Orwell means one more guarantee for freedom.“Where there are how many creatures in the universe, there are how many centers. Each of us is a center. Therefore, when a hoarse voice says you are captured, the world will coll apse. ” These words from Solzhenitsyn come to my mind when I read Winston and Julia were captured in Charrington cabin. In 1984,the author creates a Totalitarian society. The world is occupied by three super powers, i.e. Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia. The tree powers are frequently in war. Their national structure is totally destroyed. Instead, a high degree of Totalitarianism rules over the nation. History, language, etc are falsified to control people’s thought. “Telescreens” are employed to supervise pe ople’s behavior. All the society looks more like a prison. Winston, from the Oceania, originally is a person with independent thinking. Unfortunately, he was captured by the “thought police” O’ Brien and was brainwashed to believe that two plus two equals five. And he finally yielded to the dictator Big Brother. This proves what said by Winston that “thought crime doesn’t lead to death. Instead, itself is death.” If Winston insists on his independent thought, he has to die; if Winston abandons his independent thought, he is none other than a walking dead.The pursuit for freedom is human’s nature as we are born. “Some birds aren't meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are just too bright.” In the film The Shawshank Redemption, Andy, who was set up to prison, spent 19 years to dig a tunnel and succeeded in breaking out of the prison. What Andy yearns for is freedom, a free body exactly. While in 1984, the freedom of Winston refers to the freedom of body and thought. In Oceania, there is “telescreens” to supervise people’s body. There is also “doublethink” to occupy people’s thought. “Doublethink” means there are two opposite thoughts within one mind, which are both acceptable. There is a case in point in 1984. When Oceania fights against Eurasia, the troops turn to attack without any doubt Eastasia after they heard from the frontline that their enemy is Eastasia rather than Eurasia. Hence, all the materials publicizing the war between Oceania and Eurasia are out of date all of sudden. These materials are replaced in a lightning speed. On the one hand, people are delicately devising lies. On the other hand, they truly believe in these lies. What is truth? Truth may be lies packaged by lies or be the deformed memories.It is quite interesting that those imprisoned never eve think of breaking out. Is it because they have no idea that they are in prison? The answer is no. Actually, the smarter people are, the more mediocre their thought may be. “Thought Police” O’ Brien is a good example. He knows clearly that the society is retrogressing. His choice is to be a screw in the machine-like system full of lies. Thus, he has to be under supervision of the Big Brother. O’ Brien cannot be regarded as an “Evil of banality” proposed by Hannah Arendt, but a sensib le devil. As pursuit for freedom is our nature, why O’ Brien gives up his nature? Maybe Fromm can give us an answer.Fromm analyzes the reason why Nazi can seize the Germany in his work Escape from Freedom. In his opinion, those who escape are both sadist and masochist. On the one hand, they want to control everything, to destroy everything. On the other hand, in their sub-consciousness, they convert the social conventions into their own experience to avoid free thinking and to get away from anxiety. O’ Br ien may be in this way. The freedom per his understanding means not only the rule over himself, but also the rule over the others. However, this kind of freedom is analienation of liberty and is also a disrespect. Meanwhile, he internalized the “truth” pu blicizing in the Totalitarian society as his own thought. He puts himself in a morbid system and becomes part of the overall environment. He is bound by the environment. He is also dependant on the environment. He even enjoys the environment. O’ Brien is s imilar to Brooks Hatlen in the film of The Shawshank Redemption. Brooks is not willing to leave prison after his 50 years’ stay. Because once he leaves prison, what he feels is not freedom but the terror of being free. What freedom means to Brooks is the loss of his position in prison. Out of prison, there is nothing for him to count on. What is left is only his lonely heart and mind. His fear for freedom causes his suicide.Freedom imprisoned in a cell is not a real one. Could a bird be free just because it is allowed to sing in a cage? Obviously not. Freedom under manipulation is an extreme freedom. A circle in a blank paper may intersect with each other as long as they keep enlarging. Actually, an uninterrupted freedom doesn’t exist. This reflects the true meaning of the last words by Mrs. Ronald, i.e. freedom, that crimes are committed in thy name. Freedom full of sense of slavery is a Cynicism freedom. As said by the Big Brother “Freedom is slavery”, human would be no more than the “existence under the level biological vegetable” said by Havel, if everyone yields to the supervision and abandons their ability to think.“We will meet in a place without darkness.” This is the promise that O’ Brien made for Winston. In the end of the novel, O’ Brien fulfills this promise. Winston becomes a total “free person in a cell” due to the reformation of O’ Brien. Winston is grateful to O’ Brien for giving him the freedom as big as the bottom of a well. The tragedy in 1984 of is worth contemplation.。

《1984》赏析《1984》是乔治·奥威尔（George Orwell）于1949年出版的一部反乌托邦小说，也是他最为著名的作品之一。

小说以极其细腻的笔触描绘了一个极权主义社会的恐怖和压抑，让读者对集权政府和政治操控产生了深思。

小说的背景设定于名为Oceania的虚构国家，该国处于持续的战争状态之中。

故事主要围绕着主人公温斯顿·史密斯（Winston Smith）展开，他是一个无声的反抗者，试图在那个充斥着监视和思想控制的社会中寻找真理和自由。

在Oceania中，政府通过雄厚而普遍的监视系统来剥夺人们的隐私和个人自由。

政府不仅通过各种手段监视着每一个人的动态，还强制性地改变历史和文字的含义，不断重塑人们的思维方式。

另外，政府还创造了一个用于思想统治的新语言——新话（Newspeak），以限制人们的思考和表达能力。

温斯顿是一个为了自由而奋斗的个体，他意识到了权力和控制背后的恶意，并决心推翻这个充满谎言和恐怖的社会秩序。

他与朱利娅（Julia）展开了一段秘密的爱情，试图通过这份爱情的力量来抵抗专制政府的统治。

然而，他们的努力最终以失败告终，两人被逮捕并受到系统的残酷审判。

通过《1984》，奥威尔揭示了极权主义社会下人性的沦丧和个人自由的重要性。

小说中的片段不仅提醒我们权力滥用的危险，还向我们展示了一个无差别、没有隐私和思想自由的可怕世界。

小说还涉及到对真相和历史的改变。

政府通过媒体和宣传工具来篡改历史、制造谎言，以维持统治的合法性和稳定社会。

这个情节让读者反思了信息的可信度和背后的意图，对于我们现实生活中的政治操控和信息控制有着深远的启示。

此外，在小说中，奥威尔还通过描述政府的使用暴力和更加极端的手段来镇压反对者，引发了对于权威和腐败的探讨。

小说中的战争和暴力镜头，无一不在提醒着读者权力滥用对个体和社会造成的破坏性后果。

尽管《1984》以其压抑的氛围和悲观的主题而闻名，却在全球范围内产生了深远的影响。

给巴特尔上尉的一封信文中，作家雨果愤怒谴责了英法联军远征中国的强盗行径和毁灭世界奇迹圆明园的罪行，高度赞美了圆明园的文化艺术价值，同时也表达了自己对遭受空前劫难的中国人民的深切同情。

《就英法联军远征中国给巴特勒上尉的信》是一篇选自《雨果文集》第11卷的文章，《就英法联军远征中国给巴特勒上尉的信》是以英法联军侵华战争为背景的文章。

巴特勒上尉本想利用雨果的显赫声望，让他为远征中国所谓的胜利捧场，但雨果，这位正直的作家，没有狭隘的民族主义情绪，反而代表了人类的良知，在这封信中强烈地谴责了英法联军火烧圆明园的强盗行径。

雨果的难能可贵之处，不仅在于他的立场不是狭隘民族主义，而是群众的角度，世界的角度，人类的角度，他公开斥责 -如强盗一般，颠倒黑白，不以此为耻，反以此为荣；还在于他珍视人类文明成果，尊重人类文明的创造者。

他指出“岁月创造的一切都是属于人类的”这种见解，是非常透彻的。

因此，他盛赞中华民族，表达了对中国人民的同情和尊敬，愤怒的谴责了侵略者的罪行。

雨果的《就英法联军远征中国给巴特勒上尉的信》全文《琅琊榜》中的宸妃是谁林乐瑶，赤焰军大元帅林燮的妹妹，嫁入皇宫，封宸妃，地位仅次于言皇后。

祁王萧景禹的生母，也是少帅林殊的亲姑姑，体弱多病，林府送颇有医术的医女静妃入宫，陪伴宸妃，医女后来被封为静嫔，也就是就是靖王的生母,二人情同姐妹。

当年言侯与林燮、梁帝本是好友，他们又是一起长大的，同时一起辅佐梁王夺权登基,但是梁帝登基之后，不曾兑现同患难共富贵的诺言,并且明知林燮的妹妹林乐瑶早已与言侯两心相许，却还是将其纳入宫中。

原本祁王出世、林乐瑶又被封为宸妃，言侯打算放手心中所爱，不料此后赤焰军一案，祁王死了,宸妃自杀,林家老小也都死了。

从此心灰意冷的言侯秘密筹划多年，决心杀死梁帝。

Agatha Christie的作品简介主要作品推理小说（共80部）1、长篇33部1920《斯泰尔斯庄园奇案》\/《斯泰尔斯的神秘案件》The Mysterious Affair at Styles（阿瑟·黑斯廷斯上尉、詹姆斯·杰普探长）1923《高尔夫球场命案》\/《高尔夫球场的疑云》\/《高尔夫球场上的谋杀案》Murder on the Links（黑斯廷斯上尉）1926《罗杰疑案》\/《罗杰·艾克罗伊德谋杀案》\/《罗杰·亚克洛伊命案》\/《迷雾》\/《谜情记》The Murder of Roger Ackroyd 1927《四魔头》\/《四巨头》\/《四大魔头》The Big Four（黑斯廷斯上尉）1928《蓝色列车之谜》\/《蓝色特快上的秘密》The Mystery of the Blue Train1932《悬崖山庄奇案》\/《海滨古宅险情》\/《古屋疑云》\/《悬崖山庄的奇案》Peril at End House（黑斯廷斯上尉、杰普探长）1933《人性记录》\/《埃奇威尔爵士之死》\/《不祥的宴会》Lord Edgware Dies\/Thirteen at Dinner（黑斯廷斯上尉、杰普探长）1934《东方快车谋杀案》Murder on the Orient Express\/Murder in the Calais Coach1935《三幕悲剧》Three-Act Tragedy\/Murder in Three Acts1935《云中命案》\/《云中奇案》Death in the Clouds\/Death in the Air（杰普探长）1936《ABC谋杀案》The ABC Murders（黑斯廷斯上尉、杰普探长）1936《古墓之谜》Murder in Mesopotamia1936《底牌》\/《牌中牌》Cards on the Table（亚瑞妮·奥利弗太太、强尼·雷斯上校、巴特尔警监）1937《沉默的证人》\/《哑证人》\/《无言的证人》Dumb Witness\/Poirot Loses a Client（黑斯廷斯上尉）1937《尼罗河上的惨案》\/《尼罗河谋杀案》Death on the Nile （雷斯上校）1938《死亡约会》Appointment with Death1938《波洛圣诞探案记》\/《圣诞奇案》Hercule Poirot's Christmas\/Murder for Christmas-A Holliday for Murder 1940《柏棺》\/《H庄园的一次午餐》Sad Cypress1940《牙医谋杀案》One,Two,Buckle My Shoe\/The Patriotic Murders-An Overdose of death（杰普探长）1941《阳光下的罪恶》Evil Under the Sun1943《啤酒谋杀案》Five Little Pigs\/Murder in Retrospect1946《空谷幽魂》\/《空幻之屋》The Hollow\/Murder After Hours1948《遗产风波》\/《涨潮时节》\/《致命遗产》Taken at the Flood\/There is a Tide（斯彭斯警官）1952《清洁女工之死》Mrs.McGinty's Dead（斯彭斯警官、奥利弗太太）1953《葬礼之后》After the Funeral\/Funerals Are Fatal1955《外国学生宿舍谋杀案》\/《国际学舍谋杀案》\/《山核桃大街谋杀案》Hickory Dickory Dock\/Hickory Dickory Death（李蒙小姐）1956《死人的殿堂》\/《古宅迷踪》Dead Man's Folly（奥利弗太太、李蒙小姐）1959《鸽群中的猫》\/《校园疑云》Cat Among the Pigeons1963《怪钟疑案》The Clocks（巴特尔警监的儿子柯林·蓝姆，又作柯林·兰穆Colin Lamb）1966《公寓女郎》\/《第三个女郎》Third Girl（奥利弗太太、李蒙小姐）1969《万圣节前夜的谋杀案》Hallowe'en Party（斯彭斯警官、奥利弗太太）1972《旧罪的阴影》\/《大象的证词》Elephants Can Remember（奥利弗太太、李蒙小姐）1975《帷幕》\/《幕后凶手》Curtain-Poirot's Last Case（黑斯廷斯上尉）小说集 5部1924《首相绑架案》\/《波罗探案集》Poirot Investigates 收录了波洛和黑斯廷斯为主角的11个短篇探案小说。