23-09-12 27 Hercule Poirot sat in a big armchair. The wall lights had been turned out. Only a rose-shaded lamp shed its glow on the figure in the armchair. There seemed something symbolic about it - he alone in the light - and the other three, Sir Charles, Mr...
23-09-12 26 Poirot did not have quite the uninterrupted twenty-four hours for which he had stipulated. At twenty minutes past eleven on the following morning Egg walked in unannounced. To her amazement she found the great detective engaged in building card ho...
23-09-12 25 Before catching their train Hercule Poirot and Mr. Satterthwaite had had a brief interview with Miss Lyndon, the late Sir Bartholomew Stranges secretary. Miss Lyndon had been very willing to help, but had had nothing of important to tell them. Mrs...
23-09-12 24 At once an excited discussion sprang up. An ABC was produced. It was decided that an early train would be better than going by car. At last, said Sir Charles, were going to get that particular part of the mystery cleared up. What do you think of t...
23-09-12 23 Sitting in a comfortable armchair in his slightly florid suite at the Ritz, Hercule Poirot listened. Egg was perched on the arm of a chair, Sir Charles stood in front of the fireplace, Mr. Satterthwaite sat a little farther away observing the grou...
23-09-12 22 At the office of Messrs. Speier Ross, Mr. Satterthwaite asked for Mr. Oliver Manders and sent in his card. Presently he was ushered into a small room, where Oliver was sitting at a writing-table. The young man got up and shook hands. Good of you t...
23-09-12 21 Five Upper Cathcart Road, Tooting, seemed an incongruous home for a satiric playwright. The room into which Sir Charles was shown had walls of a rather drab oatmeal colour with a frieze of laburnum round the top. The curtains were of rose-coloured...
23-09-12 20 Now, are you a friend or are you a sleuth? I simply must know. Miss Sutcliffe flashed a pair of mocking eyes as she spoke. She was sitting in a straight-backed chair, her grey hair becomingly arranged, her legs were crossed and Mr. Satterthwaite a...