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A BBC Radio 4 full-cast dramatisation starring John Moffatt as the great Belgian detective.
Hercule Poirot and his good friend Captain Hastings are enjoying a well-deserved break on the Cornish Riviera, in the idyllic village of St Loo. Wandering along the terrace of the Hotel Majestic on the first morning of their stay, Poirot literally falls at the feet of a pretty, dark-haired girl and, much to Hastings' delight, insists that she join them for a cocktail.
The girl is Nick Buckley, last in a long line of Buckleys to live at End House, an isolated old place perched on the end of a rocky outcrop. As she reassures the two friends that living there is more fun than it might seem, Poirot's ears prick up - she is having fun, Nick says, despite the fact that she has had three near-fatal accidents in the past few days. To Poirot, that adds up to more than coincidence. And when Nick jerks away from a bee flying past that turns out to be a bullet, the Belgian knows there is work ahead for the little grey cells.
The perpetrator of these "accidents" may well be endlessly inventive and diabolically clever, but is he a match for the meticulous M. Poirot?
2 pages, MP3 Book
First published January 1, 2000
"Still no news of that flying fellow, Seton, in his round-the-world flight. Pretty plucky, these fellows. That amphibian machine of his, the Albatross, must be a great invention. Too bad if he's gone west. Not that they've given up hope yet. He may have made one of the Pacific islands."
"The Solomon islanders are still cannibals, are they not?" inquired Poirot pleasantly.
Hastings: Still no news of Captain Seton.The differences are always incredibly telling.
Poirot: Oh, the man who was flying around the world in that, um, how is he called?
Hastings: A seaplane.
Poirot: No no no, there is another word...
Hastings: Amphibian.
Poirot: That is it.
Hastings: The Albatross, that's what his plane is called. Too bad if the fellow's gone west. But he could always have come down by one of the more... remote Pacific islands.
Poirot: Let us trust not one inhabited by cannibals...