Hercule Poirot, Book 08, Lord Edgware Dies (1933) aka Thirteen at Dinner

399 Pages·1986·2.33 MB·English

by  Agatha Christie

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Lord Edgware

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To Dr and Mrs Campbell Thompson
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Contents
About Agatha Christie
The Agatha Christie Collection
E-book Extras
1 A Theatrical Party 9
2 A Supper Party 23
3 The Man with the Gold Tooth 37
4 An Interview 51
5 Murder 65
6 The Widow 77
7 The Secretary 89
8 Possibilities 103
9 The Second Death 111
10 Jenny Driver 121
11 The Egoist 133
12 The Daughter 145
13 The Nephew 155
14 Five Questions 167
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15 Sir Montagu Corner 181
16 Mainly Discussion 191
17 The Butler 199
18 The Other Man 209
19 A Great Lady 223
20 The Taxi-Driver 233
21 Ronald’s Story 243
22 Strange Behaviour of Hercule Poirot 253
23 The Letter 265
24 News from Paris 279
25 A Luncheon Party 287
26 Paris? 295
27 Concerning Pince-Nez 305
28 Poirot Asks a Few Questions 315
29 Poirot Speaks 323
30 The Story 337
31 A Human Document 345
Copyright
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Chapter 1
A Theatrical Party
The memory of the public is short. Already the
intense interest and excitement aroused by the murder
of George Alfred St Vincent Marsh, fourth Baron
Edgware, is a thing past and forgotten. Newer sen-
sations have taken its place.
My friend, Hercule Poirot, was never openly men-
tioned in connection with the case. This, I may say, was
entirely in accordance with his own wishes. He did not
choose to appear in it. The credit went elsewhere – and
that is how he wished it to be. Moreover, from Poirot’s
own peculiar private point of view, the case was one of his
failures. He always swears that it was the chance remark of
a stranger in the street that put him on the right track.
However that may be, it was his genius that discov-
ered the truth of the affair. But for Hercule Poirot I
doubt if the crime would have been brought home to
its perpetrator.
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I feel therefore that the time has come for me to set
down all I know of the affair in black and white. I know
the ins and outs of the case thoroughly and I may also
mention that I shall be fulfilling the wishes of a very
fascinating lady in so doing.
I have often recalled that day in Poirot’s prim neat
little sitting-room when, striding up and down a par-
ticular strip of carpet, my little friend gave us his
masterly and astounding re´sume´ of the case. I am
going to begin my narrative where he did on that
occasion – at a London theatre in June of last year.
Carlotta Adams was quite the rage in London at that
moment. The year before she had given a couple of
matinees which had been a wild success. This year she
had had a three weeks’ season of which this was the last
night but one.
Carlotta Adams was an American girl with the most
amazing talent for single-handed sketches unhampered
by make-up or scenery. She seemed to speak every
language with ease. Her sketch of an evening in a
foreign hotel was really wonderful. In turn, American
tourists, German tourists, middle-class English fami-
lies, questionable ladies, impoverished Russian aristo-
crats and weary discreet waiters all flitted across the
scene.
Her sketches went from grave to gay and back
again. Her dying Czecho-Slovakian woman in hospital
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