文档介绍：MACMILLAN READERS UPPER LEVEL ROBERT HARRIS The Ghost Retold by John Escott MACMILLAN 1 The Body on the Beach W hen I heard how McAra died, I should have said no to Rick. But Rick, who’s my agent, is a good storyteller. I often think he should be the writer and me the agent. The story he told me over lunch that day went like this: Two Sundays earlier (12 th January) a man called Michael McAra had been on the last ferry of the day from Woods Hole, Massachusetts to Martha’s Vineyard. There was a strong wind when the ferry left at and the boat was crowded. McAra parked his car below decks and then went upstairs. No one saw him alive again. The journey to the island usually takes forty-five minutes. But that night, because of the bad weather, it was nearly eleven o’clock before the ferry reached Vineyard Haven. When the driver of a new Ford Escape SUV 4 did e to take it off the boat, some of the crew pushed the car onto the dock 5 and then began a search for the driver. They did not find anyone. A police check showed that the brown Ford Escape belonged to Martin S. Rhinehart of New York City, a well-known publisher. However, when the police telephoned Mr Rhinehart, he was safe in California. He said that he kept the car at his holiday home on Martha’s Vineyard for himself and his guests to use. He told the