Agatha Christie: The Collection

morrow.” She addressed it to Tommy at his club, from which in one short month he would have to resign, unless

walked slowly in the same direction. He looked about forty, very dark with a melancholy clean-shaven face. Some violent emotion

sportsman. His brown suit was well cut, but perilously near the end of its tether.

Poirot, whom I have not seen for

Chapter 13 — The Girl with the Anxious Eyes We lunched with an excellent appetite. For a while we ate in silence, and then Poirot observed maliciously: “Eh bien! And your indiscretions! You recount them not?” I felt myself blushing. “Oh, you mean this morning?” I endeavoured to adopt a tone of absolute nonchalance. But I was no match for Poirot. In

has not already laid his hands upon the murderers! Madame,