Agata Śródka is invited to a television talent show, the subject of which is making an edible replica of a Faberge egg. By a twist of fate, her friend asks Agata for help in preparing the ceremonial opening of the hotel – the palace in Roztoka. Resourceful and enterprising, Śródka decides to combine both of these opportunities and takes a TV crew with her.
Just before Śródka’s planned arrival, the police discover the body of a man in the palace garden. We know from the very beginning who murdered the mysterious victim – the criminal thread runs towards the discovery of both the victim’s identity and the police catching the killer.
Małgorzata Starosta “The Secret of the Tsaritsa”, WAB Publishing House – excerpt:
“Could you, my dearest Michel, correct me if I have misunderstood something?” – Agata Śródka asked this question with seriousness, which made Michel Blanc lose some of his innate spirit. “If I’m not mistaken, you lied to the TV producer that you could represent me.” She paused suddenly and looked at the concierge with a look that made him feel hot. – Well, yes or no ?! She yelled.
“Oui,” Michel squealed, not knowing what to do with his eyes.
– Parfaitement! – Śródka never learned to speak the language of Balzac fluently, but the apprenticeship in Le Cordon Bleu in Paris allowed her to master the basic vocabulary and she would be able to communicate with someone quite bright, who could read the body language, because the grammar of the restaurateur would certainly she had failed. – And by usurping the right to speak on my behalf, have you agreed that I should become a juror and star of some lousy TV show in which some dinks will race for a golden brewer ?!
This time, Michel didn’t even confirm. Śródka turned her back to him, and her great agitation was evidenced above all by her quivering arms. Blanc glanced at the silhouette of his boss sharply set against the great palace window. One hundred and forty-eight centimeters and weighing just over forty kilograms, Agata Śródka wearing a knitted black knee-length dress would look like a girl, were it not for the furious pink heels that added eleven centimeters to her height.
The restaurateur was silent for a few minutes, which for Michel would last half an eternity, and certainly as long as the Sunday Mass at a time when his mother was forcing him to attend the service and he was eager to play football with his friends.
“As if all this were not enough,” she finally continued, trying to keep her voice under control, “am I supposed to do it for free?”
– But Agatha! Michel made an inept attempt to explain his competitively stupid decision. – I thought that for a dahmo it means that we don’t have to pay for a night and all those piehdalaments!
“If you were thinking, my dear sweet Michelek, you would have handed this lady the number to me, and then there would be no problem,” she replied calmly, looking at the concierge. Her jade green eyes gleamed with great agitation.
Blanc felt more and more discomfort which he was actually creating for himself. He was getting really hot now because for the first time in a long time he had to admit he was wrong.
– Allors – Agata continued after a short reflection this time. – The word has been said and it is no longer appropriate to cancel it, but now you have a chance to redeem yourself.
– I will hobble everything that you hozkażek, my lovely Agatha! Michel was ready to throw himself into those pink high heels and zip them out with the cuff of his jacket.
‘Of course you will, you have no choice, mon ami. Call my friend, who invited me to her new home for a few days, and tell her that we would be very happy to come, and we would also bring TV and some amateur cooks.
Blanc raised his eyebrows and picked up a piece of paper on which Agata wrote down his phone number. He looked at the name, then gritted his teeth.
– Something’s wrong? Śródka asked in a sweet voice.
– No, no, God god! Michel assured him as he headed for the exit from the boss’s office. He also hoped that Agata did not hear when, closing the door, he muttered under his breath: – Cholehna Katarzyna …
Śródka leaned on the windowsill, which for a standard person would probably reach the middle of the thigh, and her a bit above the waist, crossed her arms over her breast and pondered the state of the world. More specifically, the state of affairs that have just seen the light of day, to her great surprise. It wasn’t the TV contest that bothered her; over the years she has become used to the fact that she was considered a celebrity, she had a fairly large collection of sunglasses and, if necessary, she will pose for photos in a hat with a brim as large as the Katowice Spodek. What had really bothered her for the past few days was an unexpected letter she had received from a long-lost friend. The letter carried a threat of misfortune, and Agata did not wish for misfortunes any more in her biography; long enough to recover from the guilty crimes in Gościnna Dolina. However, leaving a friend in need was not in the catalog of her rules. So bad and so bad, but one has to choose the lesser evil. Perhaps the silly Michel had unwittingly relieved her of this thankless task? If so, it will be someone to blame.
Thinking about the wine, she shook herself at the memory of the prophecy that had been fulfilled six months ago, which was “it’s all the fault of the fault”, corrected a slightly torn hairstyle and reached for the phone. so capital has – let it pay.
Source: Gazeta
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