The House at Shiraz: An Agatha Christie Short Story

‘Mad?’

‘Completely mad. She lives there at Shiraz in a big native house. She wears Eastern dress. She will see no Europeans. Is that a life for a well born lady to live?’

‘There have been others,’ said Mr Parker Pyne. ‘There was Lady Hester Stanhope –’

‘This one is mad,’ said the other abruptly. ‘You could see it in her eyes. Just so have I seen the eyes of my submarine commander in the war. He is now in an asylum.’