Agatha Christie

"Six people sit down to a sumptuous meal at a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place is a sprig of rosemary -- "rosemary for remembrance." A strange sentiment considering no one is likely to forget the night, exactly a year ago, that Rosemary Barton died at exactly the same table, her beautiful face unrecognizable, convulsed with pain and horror. But then Rosemary had always been memorable -- she had the ability to arouse strong passions...