By Agatha Christie
While Lord Edgware is located murdered the police are baffled. His estranged actress spouse was once obvious vacationing him ahead of his demise and Hercule Poirot himself heard her brag of her plan to “get rid” of him. yet how may possibly she have stabbed Lord Edgware in his library at the exact same time she used to be visible eating with associates? It’s a case that just about proves to be an excessive amount of for the nice Poirot.
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When he did, there was a new note in his voice. " There was no delay or hesitation about her answer. It came swift and pat. "Why, of course. I want to get married again. " Her great blue eyes opened ingenuously. " "You don't know my husband, M. Poirot. He's - he's -" she shivered. "I don't know how to explain it. " She paused and then went on. "He should never have married anyone. I know what I'm talking about. I just can't describe him, but he's queer. His first wife, you know, ran away from him.
Jane Wilkinson. Married him three years ago. They didn't get on. " Poirot was looking puzzled and serious. " "No belief about it. She was recognised. Not much concealment about it, either, She drove up in a taxi -" "A taxi," I echoed involuntarily, her words at the Savoy that night coming back to me. "-rang the bell, asked for Lord Edgware. It was ten o'clock. Butler said he'd see. ' she says, cool as a cucumber. 'You needn't. I am Lady Edgware. ' And with that she walks along and opens the door and goes in and shuts it behind her.
When my uncle dies. " He sat smiling happily at the thought. There was something strangely likeable about the young man. He had a round face and an absurdly small black moustache that gave one the impression of being marooned in the middle of a desert. Carlotta Adams, I noticed, had an eye on him, and it was after a glance in his direction that she rose and broke up the party. "It was just sweet of you to come up here," said Jane. " "No," said Miss Adams. "I'm afraid I always plan a thing out very carefully before I do it.
Lord Edgware Dies: A Hercule Poirot Mystery by Agatha Christie