Once upon a time, there was a house somewhere in Berkshire, where a lady called Agatha used to live and write books. She was famous for her novels. One story accompanied with a lot of mystery can be told, which both the police and those who very much liked her work were not able to figure out for ages. It was winter, a Friday evening. Agatha went out of her house and did not tell anyone about it. Before that, she gave a sweet kiss to her daughter Rosalind, she slept tightly. Time passed by, and her car was spotted at a place called Newlands Corner, but Agatha had literally vanished. …
