Quarantine in the Grand Hotel

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Quarantine in the Grand Hotel
Jenő Rejtő (1905-1943) was a journalist, prolific author of cabaret sldts, and the steadfast practitioner of comic thrillers with unforgettable characters and one-liners that together have become part and parcel of Hungarian literary folklore. Delightfiilly grotesque parodies of the detective novels that had their heyday at the time, Rejtő wrote most of his books in the 1930s under the pen-name of R Howard.
Quarantine in the Grand Hotel centres around a mysterious murder in a hotel on the island of Little Lagon-da, which is put under quarantine because one of the guests seems to have contracted bubonic plague. However, just before the quarantine is declared, the police arrive, and so does a young man, who hides in his pyjamas in the wardrobe of Miss Maud Borckman. It turns out that of the numerous guests under quarantine, any number could have committed the murder the police have come to investigate, including the stranger in pyjamas and Maud, as... Tovább

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Quarantine in the Grand Hotel
Jenő Rejtő (1905-1943) was a journalist, prolific author of cabaret sldts, and the steadfast practitioner of comic thrillers with unforgettable characters and one-liners that together have become part and parcel of Hungarian literary folklore. Delightfiilly grotesque parodies of the detective novels that had their heyday at the time, Rejtő wrote most of his books in the 1930s under the pen-name of R Howard.
Quarantine in the Grand Hotel centres around a mysterious murder in a hotel on the island of Little Lagon-da, which is put under quarantine because one of the guests seems to have contracted bubonic plague. However, just before the quarantine is declared, the police arrive, and so does a young man, who hides in his pyjamas in the wardrobe of Miss Maud Borckman. It turns out that of the numerous guests under quarantine, any number could have committed the murder the police have come to investigate, including the stranger in pyjamas and Maud, as well as a prince and a janitor, even a police officer. Hilarious mayhem abounds all around as the true identities of the hotel guests come to light, and the stranger in pyjamas finally gets to take a hot bath and lays hold of some clothes.
When Maud returned to her room, she saw a man emerge from her wardrobe. Dressed in pyjamas and wearing a smart green lampshade on his head, the stranger beamed a friendly smile at her. "Excuse me," he said, politely raising his headgear. "My name is Felix Van der GuUen." Having recovered from her shock, Maud backed towards the door. The stranger must clearly be mad.
"What are you doing here," she enquired of the intruder. "What business had you in my wardrobe?"
"Please, don't shout," said the lunatic stranger. "If you do you'll bring about the downfall of a good-natured, cheerful fellow, who is about to leave these premises anyway." Vissza