rel="nofollow" href="#litres_trial_promo">Chapter 15: The Scene of the Possible Crime
Chapter 16: The Opportunity Man
Chapter 18: Mrs Dockerill’s Discovery
Chapter 20: The Letters Arrive
Chapter 21: The Day of the Typewriters
Chapter 22: The Solitary Yellow Square of Cake
Chapter 25: Poirot Returns to Combingham Hall
Chapter 26: The Typewriter Experiment
Chapter 27: The Bracelet and the Fan
Chapter 28: An Unconvincing Confession
Chapter 30: The Mystery of Three Quarters
Chapter 31: A Note for Mr Porrott
Chapter 32: Where Is Kingsbury?
Chapter 33: The Marks on the Towel
Chapter 38: Rowland Without a Rope
Hercule Poirot smiled to himself as his driver brought the motorcar to a stop with satisfying symmetry. As a lover of neatness and order, Poirot appreciated such perfect alignment with the entrance doors of Whitehaven Mansions where he lived. One could draw a straight line from the middle of the vehicle to the exact point where the doors met.
The luncheon from which he was returning had been très bon divertissement: the most excellent of food and company. He alighted, bestowed a warm thank-you upon his driver, and was about to go inside when he had a peculiar feeling that (this was how he put it to himself) something behind him was in need of his attention.
He expected, on turning, to observe nothing out of the ordinary. It was a mild day for February, but perhaps a light breeze had put a tremor in the air around him.
Poirot soon saw that the disturbance had not
