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Cover Page
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Introduction
Book I
1 Counsel for the Defence
2 Counsel for the Prosecution
3 The Young Solicitor
4 The Old Solicitor
5 The Police Superintendent
6 This Little Pig Went to Marketâ¦
7 This Little Pig Stayed at Home
8 This Little Pig Had Roast Beef
9 This Little Pig Had None
10 This Little Pig Cried âWee Wee Weeâ
Book II
Narrative of Philip Blake
Narrative of Meredith Blake
Narrative of Lady Dittisham
Narrative of Cecilia Williams
Narrative of Angela Warren
Book III
1 Conclusions
2 Poirot Asks Five Questions
3 Reconstruction
4 Truth
5 Aftermath
Keep Reading
About the Author
The Agatha Christie Collection
About the Publisher
Hercule Poirot looked with interest and appreciation at the young woman who was being ushered into the room.
There had been nothing distinctive in the letter she had written. It had been a mere request for an appointment, with no hint of what lay behind that request. It had been brief and business-like. Only the firmness of the handwriting had indicated that Carla Lemarchant was a young woman.
And now here she was in the fleshâa tall, slender young woman in the early twenties. The kind of young woman that one definitely looked at twice. Her clothes were good, an expensive well-cut coat and skirt and luxurious furs. Her head was well poised on her shoulders, she had a square brow, a sensitively cut nose and a determined chin. She looked very much alive. It was her aliveness, more than her beauty, which struck the predominant note.
Before her entrance, Hercule Poirot had been feeling oldânow he felt rejuvenatedâaliveâkeen!
As he came forward to greet her, he was aware of her dark grey eyes studying him attentively. She was very earnest in that scrutiny.
She sat down and accepted the cigarette that he offered her. After it was lit she sat for a minute or two smoking, still looking at him with that earnest, thoughtful gaze.
Poirot said gently:
âYes, it has to be decided, does it not?â
She started. âI beg your pardon?â
Her voice was attractive, with a faint, agreeable huskiness in it.
âYou are making up your mind, are you not, whether I am a mere mountebank, or the man you need?â
She smiled. She said:
âWell, yesâsomething of that kind. You see, M. Poirot, youâyou donât look exactly the way I pictured you.â
âAnd I am old, am I not? Older than you imagined?â
âYes, that too.â She hesitated. âIâm being frank, you see. I wantâIâve got to haveâthe best.â
âRest assured,â said Hercule Poirot. âI am the best!â
Carla said: âYouâre not modestâ¦All the same, Iâm inclined to take you at your word.â
Poirot said placidly:
âOne does not, you know, employ merely the muscles. I do not need to bend and measure the footprints and pick up the cigarette ends and examine the bent blades of grass. It is enough for me to sit back in my chair and think. It is thisââhe tapped his egg-shaped headââthis that functions!â
âI know,â said Carla Lemarchant. âThatâs why Iâve come to you. I want you, you see, to do something fantastic!â