Three young women share a London flat. The first is a coolly efficient secretary. The second is an artist. The third interrupts Hercule Poirot’s breakfast confessing that she is a murderer—and then pr…
Hercule Poirot stood on the cliff-top. For here, many years earlier, there had been a tragic accident – the broken body of a woman was discovered on the rocks at the foot of the cliff. This was follow…
AMONG THE hills of the Welsh borders a little group of farmsteads is isolated by snow and ice, then floods. Late one afternoon there is a terrible car smash on a cross-roads in these hills. Old Dr. Ro…
It started when El Moulk's automobile roared crazily through a London fog, its driver dead as a herring. The car screeched to a stop in front of that creaky relic of ancient horrors, the Brimstone Clu…
