I've experienced a lot the last few years and I have a lot toshare. So I hope that you'll take a moment to sit back, relax andenjoy the words I've put together for you in this book. I thinkyou'll find I've left no stone unturned, no door unopened, nowindow unbroken, no rug unvacuumed, no ivories untickled. What I'msaying is, let us begin, shall we?
With impeccable timing Hercule Poirot, the renowned Belgian detective, makes his dramatic entrance on to the English crime stage. Recently, there had been some strange goings on at Styles St Mary. Evelyn, constant companion to old Mrs Inglethorp, had stormed out of the house muttering something about 'a lot of sharks'. And with her, something indefinable had gone from the atmosphere. Her presence had spelt security; now the air seemed rife with suspicion and impending evil. A shattered coffee cup, a splash of candle grease, a bed of begonias all Poirot required to display his now legendary powers of detection.,
