Hello and welcome to another episode of Nostologic Mystery Radio.

I'm your host Stevie Kay, and it's my honor to bring you the radio shows of yesteryear.

For this episode, I bring you BBC's dramatization of Agatha Christie's sparkling cyanide,

where 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 around strong passions and most people she met,

in one case strong enough to kill.

So sit back and relax, and I hope you enjoy this nostalgic mystery

radio. Thank you for listening. I'd always been crazy about Rosemary. I knew that she would

never be in love with me. Rosemary was stupid and silly, and not even particularly amusing.

It's like my life was divided into two parts.

For the main part,

a nice, sane, orderly progression

before I met Rosemary,

and then the madness.

Rich and beautiful,

and careless and brainless.

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