Lord Edgware Dies - Agatha Christie [0]
Lord Edgware Dies
To Dr and Mrs Campbell Thompson
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Chapter 1 - A Theatrical Party
Chapter 2 - A Supper Party
Chapter 3 - The Man with the Gold Tooth
Chapter 4 - An Interview
Chapter 5 - Murder
Chapter 6 - The Widow
Chapter 7 - The Secretary
Chapter 8 - Possibilities
Chapter 9 - The Second Death
Chapter 10 - Jenny Driver
Chapter 11 - The Egoist
Chapter 12 - The Daughter
Chapter 13 - The Nephew
Chapter 14 - Five Questions
Chapter 15 - Sir Montagu Corner
Chapter 16 - Mainly Discussion
Chapter 17 - The Butler
Chapter 18 - The Other Man
Chapter 19 - A Great Lady
Chapter 20 - The Taxi-Driver
Chapter 21 - Ronald’s Story
Chapter 22 - Strange Behaviour of Hercule Poirot
Chapter 23 - The Letter
Chapter 24 - News from Paris
Chapter 25 - A Luncheon Party
Chapter 26 - Paris?
Chapter 27 - Concerning Pince-Nez
Chapter 28 - Poirot Asks a Few Questions
Chapter 29 - Poirot Speaks
Chapter 30 - The Story
Chapter 31 - A Human Document
About Agatha Christie
The Agatha Christie Collection
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
Chapter 1
A Theatrical Party
The memory of the public is short. Already the intense interest and excitement aroused by the murder of George Alfred St Vincent Marsh, fourth Baron Edgware, is a thing past and forgotten. Newer sensations have taken its place.
My friend, Hercule Poirot, was never openly mentioned in connection with the case. This, I may say, was entirely in accordance with his own wishes. He did not choose to appear in it. The credit went elsewhere – and that is how he wished it to be. Moreover, from Poirot’s own peculiar private point of view, the case was one of his failures. He always swears that it was the chance remark of a stranger in the street that put him on the right track.
However that may be, it was his genius that discovered the truth of the affair. But for Hercule Poirot I doubt if the crime would have been brought home to its perpetrator.
I feel therefore that the time has come for me to set down all I know of the affair in black and white. I know the ins and outs of the case thoroughly and I may also mention that I shall be fulfilling the wishes of a very fascinating lady in so doing.
I have often recalled that day in Poirot’s prim neat little sitting-room when, striding up and down a particular strip of carpet, my little friend gave us his masterly and astounding résumé of the case. I am going to begin my narrative where he did on that occasion – at a London theatre in June of last year.
Carlotta Adams was quite the rage in London at that moment. The year before she had given a couple of matinees which had been a wild success. This year she had had a three weeks’ season of which this was the last night but one.
Carlotta Adams was an American girl with the most amazing talent for single-handed sketches unhampered by make-up or scenery. She seemed to speak every language with ease. Her sketch of an evening in a foreign hotel was really wonderful. In turn, American tourists, German tourists, middle-class English families, questionable ladies, impoverished Russian aristocrats and weary discreet waiters all flitted across the scene.
Her sketches went from grave to gay and back again. Her dying Czecho-Slovakian woman in hospital brought a lump to the throat. A minute later we were rocking with laughter as a dentist plied his trade and chatted amiably with his victims.
Her programme closed with what she announced as ‘Some Imitations’.
Here again, she was amazingly clever. Without make-up of any kind, her features seemed to dissolve suddenly and reform themselves into those of a famous politician, or a well-known actress, or a society beauty. In each character she gave a short typical speech. These speeches, by the way, were remarkably clever. They seemed to hit off every weakness of the subject selected.
One of her last impersonations was Jane Wilkinson – a talented young American actress well known in London. It was really very clever. Inanities slipped off her tongue charged with some