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Mrs Mary Harter, a rich widow, lives in a big house with her nephew, Charles. He has convinced her to buy a wireless to keep her company. It was about three months after the wireless had been installed that the first eerie thing happened. Charles was absent for a bridge party. The programme for that evening was a ballad concert. A well-known soprano was singing “Annie Laurie”, and in the middle of “Annie Laurie” a strange thing happened. There was a sudden break, the music ceased for a moment, the buzzing, clicking noise continued and then that too died away. There was dead silence, and then very faintly a low buzzing sound was heard. Mrs Harter got the impression that the machine was tuned in to somewhere very far away, and then clearly and distinctly a voice spoke, a man’s voice with a faint Irish accent. “Mary – can you hear me, Mary? It is Patrick speaking… I am coming for you soon. You will be ready, won’t you, Mary?” Then, almost immediately, the strains5 of “Annie Laurie” once more filled the room. Mrs Harter sat rigid in her chair, her hands clenched on each arm in it. Had she been dreaming? Patrick! Patrick’s voice! Patrick’s voice, in this very room, speaking to her. No, it must be a dream, a hallucination perhaps. She must just have dropped off to sleep for a minute or two. ether6 A curious thing to have dreamed – that her dead husband’s voice should speak to her over the . It frightened her just a little. What were the words he had said? “I am coming for you soon, Mary. You will be ready, won’t you?” Was it, could it be a premonition? Cardiac weakness. Her heart. After all, she was getting on in years. “It’s a warning – that’s what it is”, said Mrs Harter, rising slowly and painfully from her chair. She said nothing of her experience to anyone, but for the next day or two she was thoughtful and a little preoccupied. And then came the second occasion. Again she was alone in the room. The wireless, which had been playing an orchestral selection, died away with the same suddenness as before. Again there was silence, the sense of distance, and finally Patrick’s voice, not as it had been in life – but a voice rarefied, far away, with a strange unearthly quality. “Patrick speaking to you, Mary. I will be coming for you very soon now…” Then click, buzz, and the orchestral selection was in full swing again. Mrs Hater glanced at the clock. No, she had not been asleep this time. Awake and in full possession of her faculties, she had heard Patrick’s voice speaking. Agatha CHRISTIE, Wireless (1925), in The Hound of Death and Other Stories (1933)
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