24-08-05 Eight Mrs. Allerton, looking quiet and distinguished in her simple black lace evening gown, descendedtwo decks to the dining room. At the door of it her son caught her up. Sorry, darling. I thought I was going to be late. I wonder where we sit. The...

24-08-05 Seven Simon and Linnet Doyle set off on their expedition to Philae about eleven oclock the followingmorning. Jacqueline de Bellefort, sitting on the hotel balcony, watched them set off in thepicturesque sailing-boat. What she did not see was the dep...

24-08-05 Six On the following morning Simon Doyle joined Hercule Poirot as the latter was leaving the hotel towalk down to the town. Good morning, Monsieur Poirot. Good morning, Monsieur Doyle. You going to the town? Mind if I stroll along with you? But cert...

24-08-05 Five Hercule Poirot found Jacqueline de Bellefort sitting on the rocks directly overlooking the Nile. Hehad felt fairly certain that she had not retired for the night and that he would find her somewhereabout the grounds of the hotel. She was sittin...

24-08-05 Four Monsieur Poirot. Poirot got hastily to his feet. He had remained sitting out on the terrace alone after everyone elsehad left. Lost in meditation he had been staring at the smooth shiny black rocks when the sound ofhis name recalled him to hims...

24-08-05 Three Dinner was over. The terrace outside the Cataract Hotel was softly lit. Most of the guests stayingat the hotel were sitting at little tables. Simon and Linnet Doyle came out, a tall, distinguished looking grey-haired man, with a keen,clean- sh...

24-08-05 Two Thats Hercule Poirot, the detective, said Mrs. Allerton. She and her son were sitting in brightly painted scarlet basket chairs outside the Cataract Hotelin Assuan. They were watching the retreating figures of two peoplea short man dressed in aw...

24-08-02 XII Mrs. Otterbourne, readjusting the turban of native material that she wore draped round her head,said fretfully: I really dont see why we shouldnt go on to Egypt. Im sick and tired of Jerusalem. As her daughter made no reply, she said, You might...

24-08-02 XI William Carmichael said to the thin, weedy youth who opened the door inquiringly: Send Mr. Jim to me, please. Jim Fanthorp entered the room and looked inquiringly at his uncle. The older man looked upwith a nod and a grunt. Humph, there you are....

24-08-02 XIn his office downtown Mr. Andrew Pennington was opening his personal mail. Suddenly his fistclenched itself and came down on his desk with a bang; his face crimsoned and two big veinsstood out on his forehead. He pressed a buzzer on his desk and a...