Agatha Christie - Hercule Poirots Casebook

HERCULE POIROT'S CASEBOOK Agatha Christie is known throughout the world as the Queen of Crime. Her seventy-six detective novels and books of stories have been translated into every major language, and her sales are calculated in tens of millions. She began writing at the end of the First World War, when she created Hercule Poirot, the little Belgian detective with the egg-shaped head and the passion for order - the most popular sleuth in fiction since Sherlock Holmes. Poirot, Miss Marple and her other detectives have appeared in films, radio programmes, television films and stage plays based on her books. Agatha Christie also wrote six romantic novels under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott, several plays and a book of poems; as well, she assisted her archaeologist.husband Sir Max Mallowan on many expeditions to the Middle East. She was awarded the DBE in 1971.

Postern of Fate was the last book she wrote before her death in 1976, but since its publication two books Agatha Christie wrote in the 1940s have appeared: Curtain: Poirot's Last Case and Sleeping Murder, the last Miss Marple book. Agatha Christie's Autobiography was published by Fontana in 1978.
Available in Fontana by the same author The ABC Murders At Bertram's Hotel The Body in the Library By the Pricking of My Thumbs The Clocks Dead Man's Folly Death Comes as the End Destination Unknown Elephants Can Remember Endless Night Evil Under the Sun Hallowe'en Party Hickory Dickory Dock The Hollow The Labours of Hercules Lord Edgware Dies The Moving Finger The Murder of Roger Ackroyd Murder in Mesopotamia Murder is Easy The Mysterious Mr Quin The Mystery of the Blue Train One, Two, Buckle My Shoe Parker Pyne Investigates Partners in Crime A Pocket Full of Rye Postern of Fate Sad Cypress Sleeping Murder Taken at the Flood And Then There Were None The Thirteen Problems Three Act Tragedy and many others
AGATHA CHRISTIE Hercule Poirot's Casebook FONTANA/CoIIins
This collection first published by Fontana Paperbacks 1989 This collection Agatha Christie 1989 'The Incredible Theft', 'Murder in the Mews' and 'Triangle at Rhodes' were first published in Murder in the Mews, 1937; 'The Dream' and 'Four and Twenty Blackbirds' were first published in The Adventures of the Christmas Pudding, 1960; and 'Problem at Sea', 'The Third-floor Flat', 'The Adventure of Johnnie Waverly', 'The King of Clubs' and 'The Adventure of the Clapham Cook' were first published in Poirot's Early Cases, 1947. Printed and bound in Great Britain by William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd, Glasgow This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
CONTENTS The Incredible Theft Murder in the Mews Triangle at Rhodes The Dream Four and Twenty Blackbirds Problem at Sea The Third-floor Flat The Adventure of Johnnie Waverly The King of Clubs The Adventure of the Clapham Cook THE INCREDIBLE THEFT CHAPTERI As the butler handed round the souffle, Lord Mayfield leaned confidentially towards his neighbour on the right, Lady Julia Carrington.

Known as a perfect host, Lord Mayfield took trouble to live up to his reputation. Although unmarried, he was always charming to women. Lady Julia Carrington was a woman of forty, tall, dark and vivacious. She was very thin, but still beautiful. Her hands and feet in particular were exquisite. Her manner was abrupt and restless, that of a woman who lived on her nerves.

About opposite to her at the round table sat her husband, Air Marshal Sir George Carrington. His career had begun in the Navy, and he still retained the bluff breeziness of the ex-Naval man. He was laughing and chaffing the beautiful Mrs Vanderlyn, who was sitting on the other side of her host. Mrs Vanderlyn was an extremely good-looking blonde. Her voice held a soupcon of American accent, just enough to be pleasant without undue exaggeration. On the other side of Sir George Carrington sat Mrs Macatta, M.P.

Mrs Macatta was a great authority on Housing and Infant Welfare. She barked out short sentences .rather than spoke them, and was generally of somewhat alarming aspect. It was perhaps natural that the Air Marshal would fred his right-hand neighbour the pleasanter to talk to. Mrs Macatta, who always talked shop wherever she was, barked out short spates of information on her special subjects to her left-hand neighbour, yomag Reggie Carrington. Reggie Carrington was twenty-one, and completely uninter-ested in Housing, Infant Welfare, and indeed any political
subject. He said at intervals, 'How frightful!' and 'I absolutely agree with you,' and his mind was clearly elsewhere.

Mr Carlile, Lord Mayfield's private secretary, sat between young Reggie and his mother. A pale young man with pince-nez and an air of intelligent reserve, he talked little, but was always ready to fling himself into any conversational breach. Noticing that Reggie Carrington was struggling with a yawn, he leaned forward and adroitly asked Mrs Macatta a question about her 'Fitness for Children' scheme. Round the table, moving silently in the subdued amber light, a butler and two footmen offered dishes and ffiled up wine-glasses. Lord Mayfield paid a very high salary to his chef, and was noted as a connoisseur of wines. The table was a round one, but there was no mistaking who was the host.

Where Lord Mayfield sat was so very decidedly the head of the table. A big man, square-shouldered, with thick silvery hair, a big straight nose and a slightly prominent chin. It was a face that lent itself easily to caricature. As Sir Charles McLaughlin, Lord Mayfield had combined a political career with being the head of a big engineering firm. He was himself a first-class engineer. His peerage had come a year ago, and at the same time he had been created first Minister of Arma-ments, a new ministry which had only just come into being.

The dessert had been placed on the table. The port had circulated once. Catching Mrs Vanderlyn's eye, Lady Julia rose. The three women left the room. The port passed once more, and Lord Mayfield referred lightly to pheasants. The conversation for five minutes or so was sporting.

Then Sir George said: 'Expect you'd like to join the others in the drawing-room, Reggie, my boy. Lord Mayfield won't mind.' The boy took the hint easily enough. 'Thanks, Lord Mayfield, I think I will.' Mr Carlile mumured: 'If you'll excuse me, Lord Mayfield - certain memoranda and other work to get through...' Lord Mayfield nodded. The two young men left the. room.
The servants had retired some time before.

The Minister for Armaments and the head of the Air Force were alone. After a minute or two, Carrington said: 'Well - O.K.?' 'Absolutely! There's nothing to touch this new bomber in any country in Europe.' 'Make rings round 'em, eh? That's what I thought.' 'Supremacy of the air,' said Lord Mayfield decisively. Sir George Carrington gave a deep sigh. 'Abut time! You know, Charles, we've been through a ticklish spell. Lots of gunpowder everywhere all over Europe. And we weren't ready, damn it! We've had a narrow squeak.

And we're not out of the wood yet, however much we hurry on construction.' Lord Mayfield murmured: 'Nevetheless, George, there are some advantages in starting late. A lot of the European stuff is out of date already - and they're perilously near bankruptcy.' 'I don't believe that means anything,' said Sir George gloomily. 'One's always hearing this nation and that is bankrupt! But they carry on just the same. You know, fmance is an absolute mystery to me.' Lord Mayfield's eyes twinkled a little. Sir George Caning-ton was always so very much the old fashioned 'bluff, honest old sea dog'. There were people who said that it was a pose he deliberately adopted.