![]() ![]() ![]() I have often recalled that day in Poirot’s prim neat little sitting-room when, striding up and down a particular strip of carpet, my little friend gave us his masterly and astounding resumeof the case. ![]() I know the ins and outs of the case thoroughly and I may also mention that I shall be fulfilling the wishes of a very fascinating lady in so doing. I feel therefore that the time has come for me to set down all I know of the affair in black and white. But for Hercule Poirot I doubt if the crime would have been brought home to its perpetrator. However that may be, it was his genius that discovered the truth of the affair. He always swears that it was the chance remark of a stranger in the street that put him on the right track. Moreover, from Poirot’s own peculiar private point of view, the case was one of his failures. The credit went elsewhere – and that is how he wished it to be. This, I may say, was entirely in accordance with his own wishes. My friend, Hercule Poirot, was never openly mentioned in connection with the case. Already the intense interest and excitement aroused by the murder of George Alfred St Vincent Marsh, fourth Baron Edgware, is a thing past and forgotten. ![]()
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