Hercule Poirot's Casebook
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:Here for the first time in one volume, is the complete collection of fifty stories about Hercule Poirot. The shrewd detective with the egg-shaped head and the enormous black mustaches was created by one of the great storytellers of the world. Only she could have devised the cases worthy of his skill, the ingenious mysteries that challenge the reader as well as the detective. Poirot had a passion for order, for rational thought, and he had a justified confidence in his deductive genius. No matter what the provocation, he remained calm. Although his character does not change, there is a spectacular diversity in the plots and themes of the cases. But whether murders are committed by violence, by poison, or by more subtle means. Poirot finds the solution every time!
door opened and out came M. le secrtaire and the young gentleman slipped away upstairs and there I was looking like a fool. Naturally I had to say something - especially to -' she broke into French, 'un jeune homme comme fa, tellement conime il faut!' 'So you invent a ghost?' 'Indeed, monsieur, it was all I could think of. A tall figure all in white, that floated. It is ridiculous but what else could I do?' 'Nothing. So now, all is explained. I had my suspicions from the first.' Leonie
floor the buder knocked on a door. Hercule Poirot's eyebrows rose very slightly. It was jarring note. For the best buders do not knock at doo yet indubitably this was a fu'st-class butler! It was, so to speak, the fu'st intimation of contact i$ eccentricity of a millionaire. A voice from within called out something. The bud% open the door. He announced (and again Poirot se deliberate departure from orthodoxy): 'The gendeman you are expecting, sir.' Poirot passed into the room. It was a
Mr Farley's "suicide." 'He arranges that the letter to me shall be found and that I shall arrive with my story- the story I heard from MrFarley's own lips - of his extraordinary "dream" - the strange com-pulsion he felt to kill himselE A few credulous people will discuss the hypnotism theory - but the main result will be to confirm without a doubt that the actual hand that held the revolver was Benedict Farley's own.' Hercule Poirot's eyes went to the widow's face - he noted with
again, by the way. A greedy fellow - cared a lot about his food. Eh bien, greed will hang him all right unless I am very much mistaken.' A waitress brought them two portions of blackberry and apple tart. 'Take it away,' said Mr Bonnington. 'One can't be too careftil. Bring me a small helping of sago pudding.' 186 PROBLEM AT SEA "lonel Clappertonl' said General Forbes. He said it with an effect midway between a snort and a sniff. Miss Ellie Henderson leaned forward, a strand of her
251 'Unless the affair is one of national importance, not,' declared Poirot with dignity. I touch it A moment later our privacy was invaded by a stout lady who panted audibly as a result of her ran:J aced stairs. ,pau aSCent of the 'You're M. Poirot?' she demanded, as she sank into chair. 'I am Hercule Poirot, yes, madame., a '.You.'.re not a bit lie whatI thought,,,., ,.-, . eyem-g him with some disfavour ,,A."."-u--°? S.d the paper saying what a clever ---' · ",,u ly tot the