The Labors of Hercules: A Hercule Poirot Collection (Hercule Poirot Mysteries)
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The Queen of Mystery has come to Harper Collins! Agatha Christie, the acknowledged mistress of suspense—creator of indomitable sleuth Miss Marple, meticulous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, and so many other unforgettable characters—brings her entire oeuvre of ingenious whodunits, locked room mysteries, and perplexing puzzles to Harper Paperbacks. Like The Labors of Hercules, the twelve cases Poirot must solve in this captivating collection of short crime fiction stories are dangerous, demanding, and positively ingenious.
scornful smile. Poirot said: ‘I have a suggestion to make.’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Drastic means are required here. I suggest that somebody – possibly yourself – might write to the Home Ofﬁce.’ ‘What on earth do you mean?’ ‘I mean that the best way of disposing of this story once and for all is to get the body exhumed and an autopsy performed.’ She took a step back from him. Her lips opened, then shut again. Poirot watched her. ‘Well, Mademoiselle?’ he said at last. Jean Moncrieffe said quietly: ‘I don’t agree
‘For me, there is another explanation.’ ‘What is it?’ Poirot leaned forward. He said: ‘The girl that Ted Williamson saw had hair that he described as being like wings of gold.’ He leaned still a little further forward. His ﬁnger just touched the two springing waves of Katrina’s hair. ‘Wings of gold, horns of gold? It is as you look at it, it is whether one sees you as devil or as angel! You 121 p q might be either. Or are they perhaps only the golden horns of the stricken deer?’ Katrina
She added: ‘We’ll ﬁnd out from the concierge who they are. Not English, I imagine?’ ‘Oh no.’ Mrs Rice glanced at her watch. She said: ‘Tea-time. I wonder if you’d mind going in and ringing the bell, Mr Waring?’ ‘Certainly, Mrs Rice.’ He did so and then as he returned to his seat he asked: ‘Where’s your daughter this afternoon?’ ‘Elsie? We went for a walk together. Part of the way round the lake and then back through the pinewoods. It really was lovely.’ A waiter came out and received orders for
up and turned in the direction of the hotel. They had walked for perhaps a minute when they overtook a ﬁgure going in the same direction. They recognized her by the ﬂapping cloak she wore. It was one of the Polish sisters. They passed her, Harold bowing slightly. She made no response but her eyes rested on them both for a minute and there was a certain appraising quality in the glance which made Harold feel suddenly hot. He wondered if the woman had seen him sitting by Elsie on the tree trunk. If
seventeen months, she said – and I’m sure I was only speaking to her for about a minute or two, and then suddenly I looked down and Shan wasn’t there any more. The lead had been cut right through –’ 28 The Labours of Hercules Lady Hoggin said: ‘If you’d been paying proper attention to your duties, nobody could have sneaked up and cut that lead.’ Miss Carnaby seemed inclined to burst into tears. Poirot said hastily: ‘And what happened next?’ ‘Well, of course I looked everywhere. And called! And