The Mystery Cases of Hercule Poirot. Agatha Christie
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Agatha Christie
The Mystery Cases of Hercule Poirot
The Mysterious Affair at Styles, The Murder on the Links, The Affair at the Victory Ball, The Double Clue…
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Table of Contents
The Mysterious Affair at Styles
The Affair at the Victory Ball
The Curious Disappearance of the Opalsen Pearls (The Jewel Robbery at the Grand Metropolitan)
The Adventure of the King of Clubs
The Disappearance of Mr. Davenheim
The Mystery of the Plymouth Express
The Adventure of “The Western Star”
The Million Dollar Bond Robbery
The Adventure of the Cheap Flat
The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb
The Kidnapping of Johnnie Waverly
The Adventure of the Italian Nobleman
The Submarine Plans (The Incredible Theft)
The Adventure of the Clapham Cook
The Mysterious Affair at Styles
Chapter 2 THE 16TH AND 17TH OF JULY
Chapter 3 THE NIGHT OF THE TRAGEDY
Chapter 5 “IT ISN’T STRYCHNINE, IS IT?”
Chapter 7 POIROT PAYS HIS DEBTS
Chapter 11 THE CASE FOR THE PROSECUTION
Chapter 1
I GO TO STYLES
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as “The Styles Case” has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours which still persist.
I will therefore briefly set down the circumstances which led to my being connected with the affair.
I had been invalided home from the Front; and, after spending some months in a rather depressing Convalescent Home, was given a month’s sick leave. Having no near relations or friends, I was trying to make up my mind what to do, when I ran across John Cavendish. I had seen very little of him for some years. Indeed, I had never known him particularly well. He was a good fifteen years my senior, for one thing, though he hardly looked his forty-five years. As a boy, though, I had often stayed at Styles, his mother’s place in Essex.
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