Chapter 16: Down in the Dumps
Chapter 17: The Grandfather Clock
Chapter 21: The Casket Question
Chapter 24: Sophie Makes Another Accusation
Chapter 25: Shrimp Seddon and the Jealous Daughter
Chapter 26: Kimpton’s Definition of Knowledge
Chapter 31: Lady Playford’s Plan
Chapter 32: The Kidnapped Racehorse
Chapter 33: The Two True Things
Chapter 34: Motive and Opportunity
Chapter 35: Everyone Could Have But Nobody Did
Chapter 37: Poirot Wins Fair and Square
The Agatha Christie Collection
Michael Gathercole stared at the closed door in front of him and tried to persuade himself that now was the moment to knock, as the aged grandfather clock in the hall downstairs stuttered its announcement of the hour.
Gathercole’s instructions had been to present himself at four, and four it was. He had stood here—in this same spot on the wide first landing of Lillieoak—many times in the past six years. Only once had he felt less at ease than he did today. On that occasion he had been one of two men waiting, not alone as he was this afternoon. He still remembered every word of his conversation with the other man, when his preference would have been to recall none of it. Applying the self-discipline upon which he relied, he cast it from his mind.
He had been warned that he would find this afternoon’s meeting difficult. The warning had formed part of the summons, which was typical of his hostess. ‘What I intend to say to you will come as a shock …’
Gathercole did not doubt it. The prior notice was no use to him, for it contained no information about what sort of preparation might be in order.
His discomfort grew more pronounced when he consulted his pocket watch and noticed that by hesitating, and with all the taking out of the watch and putting it back in the waistcoat pocket, and pulling it out once more to check, he had made himself late. It was already a minute after four o’clock. He knocked.
Only one minute late. She would notice—was there anything she did not notice?—but with any luck she would
