I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of his story forcible and original ...
It was five minutes past nine when I entered our joint sitting-room for breakfast on the following morning.My friend Poirot, exact to the minute as us...
In a moment Poirot had leapt from the car, his eyes blazing with excitement. He caught the man by the shoulder.What is that you say? Murdered? When? H...
Fran?oise had left the room. The magistrate was drumming thoughtfully on the table.M. Bex,” he said at length, here we have directly conflicting...
We found M. Hautet awaiting us in the hall, and we all proceeded upstairs together, Fran?oise marching ahead to show us the way. Poirot went up in a z...
Between them, the doctor and M. Hautet carried the unconscious woman into the house. The commissary looked after them, shaking his head.Pauvre femme,&...
As we retraced our steps to the house, M. Bex excused himself for leaving us, explaining that he must immediately acquaint the examining magistrate wi...
We were up at the Villa betimes next morning. The man on guard at the gate did not bar our way this time. Instead, he respectfully saluted us, and we ...
In the Salon I found the examining magistrate busily interrogating the old gardener Auguste. Poirot and the commissary, who were both present, greeted...
The man who entered the room was a striking figure. Very tall, with a well knit athletic frame, and a deeply bronzed face and neck, he dominated the a...