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When Hercule Poirot and his sidekick Arthur Hastings arrive in the French village of Merlinville-sur-Mer, France, to meet their client Paul Renauld they learn from Paris police that he has been found that morning stabbed in the back with a letter opener and left in a newly dug grave adjacent to a local golf course. Among the plausible suspects are Renauld’s wife Eloise, his son Jack, an unknown visitor of the previous day, Renauld’s immediate neighbor Madame Daubreuil, and the mysterious “Cinderella” of Hasting’s recent acquaintance—all of whom provide cause to come under Poirot’s suspicion. In this brisk, flawlessly told tale Poirot’s powers of investigation ultimately triumph over the wiles of an assailant whose misdirection and motives are nearly—but not quite—impossible to spot. Contains a character key and a detailed biography.
Agatha Christie is the world’s best-selling mystery writer. The introduction of detective Hercule Poirot onto the world stage launched what became the long and distinguished career of the “Queen of Mystery.” Over the course of more than half a century she wrote eighty crime novels and short story collections, nineteen plays, and several poetry collections. Her books have sold more than a billion copies in the English language and another billion in a hundred other languages. Agatha Christie died in 1976.
230 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 6, 1923


An extraordinary little man. Height five feet four inches, egg shaped head carried a little to one side, eyes that shone green when he was excited, stiff military moustache. Air of dignity immense! He was neat and dandified in appearance. For neatness of any kind he had a passion.
He had a certain disdain for tangible evidence such as footprints and cigarette ash, and would maintain, by themselves, they would never enable a detective to solve a crime. Then he would tap his egg-shaped head with absurd complacency, and remark with great satisfaction: 'The true work, it is done from within. The little grey cells--remember always the little grey cells, mon ami.
