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the stranger (by name M. Hercule Poirot) had made a. in the way she was eating her breakfast and in the way Mur And Then There Were None by AGATHA. The legendary detective saves his best for last as he races to apprehend a five- time killer before the final curtain descends in Curtain: Poirot's Last Case, the last . Download or Read Online agatha christie poirot last case book in our library is free .. pdf agatha christie's poirot curtain poirot's last case watch online agatha.

How long ago was it that I had taken this selfsame journey? Had felt ridiculously that the best of life was over for me! Wounded in that war that for me would always be the war — the war that was wiped out now by a second and a more desperate war. It had seemed in to young Arthur Hastings that he was already old and mature. How little had I realized that, for me, life was only then beginning. Actually, I had been going to stay with my old friend, John Cavendish, whose mother, recently remarried, had a country house named Styles. A pleasant renewing of old acquaintanceships, that was all I had thought it, not foreseeing that I was shortly to plunge into all the dark embroilments of a mysterious murder. Hercule Poirot!

Styles itself had been sold by the Cavendishes. Laurence was living with his wife and children in South Africa. Changes — changes everywhere. But one thing, strangely enough, was the same. I was going to Styles to meet Hercule Poirot.

I had not seen my old friend for nearly a year. The last time I had seen him I had been shocked and saddened. He was now a very old man, and almost crippled with arthritis. He had gone to Egypt in the hopes of improving his health, but had returned, so his letter told me, rather worse than better. Nevertheless, he wrote cheerfully.

II And does it not intrigue you, my friend, to see the address from which I write? It recalls old memories, does it not?

Yes, I am here, at Styles. Figure to yourself, it is now what they call a guest house. It is his wife, bien entendu, who makes it pay. She is a good manager, that one, but the tongue like vinegar, and the poor Colonel, 7 p q he suffers much from it.

If it were me I would take a hatchet to her! At my age one enjoys reliving the past.

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That phrase it sounds a little like the French exercise, does it not? Immediately I conceive a plan. He wishes to induce the Franklins to come here for the summer. I in my turn will persuade you and we shall be all together, en famille.

It will be most agreeable. The Franklins and your charming Judith have been here for some days. It is all arranged, so make no histories. I had no ties and no settled home. My daughter Grace was married to a soldier and was at present in India. My remaining child, Judith, was the one whom secretly I had always loved best, although I had never for one moment understood her.

A queer, dark, secretive child, with a passion for keeping her own counsel, which had sometimes affronted and distressed me.

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My wife had been more understanding. But she, like myself, was sometimes worried about the child.

Her brains were the best of the family and we gladly fell in with her wish for a university education. She had taken her B. His wife was somewhat of an invalid. I was, frankly, a little nervous of my daughter! At this point my meditations were interrupted by the train drawing up at the station of Styles St Mary. That at least had not changed. Time had passed it by.

As my taxi passed through the village, though, I realized the passage of years. Styles St Mary was altered out of all recognition. Petrol stations, a cinema, two more inns and rows of council houses. Presently we turned in at the gate of Styles. Here we seemed to recede again from modern times. The park was much as I remembered it, but the drive was badly kept and much overgrown with weeds growing up over the gravel.

We turned a corner and came in view of the house. It was unaltered from the outside and badly needed a coat of paint. My heart missed a beat. No greater contrast to the robust Evelyn Howard could have been imagined.

I must introduce myself. I pile up the extras all I know how.

Curtain, Poirot's Last Case By Agatha Christie

Although Mrs Luttrell occasionally affected a faint brogue, she had no Irish blood. It was a mere affectation. I enquired after my friend. It would melt a heart of stone.

Terribly sorry I am for him, suffering the way he does. We all admire her tremendously. Leave that sort of thing to the frumps, I say. He was a very tall, attenuated old man, with a cadaverous face, mild blue eyes and a habit of irresolutely tugging at his little white moustache. He had a vague, rather nervous manner.

Take him up and show him his room, George. Come along. He limped, and had a boyish eager face. Nice fellow. Crazy about birds. I felt very attracted at once towards the man. He looked as though he had led an out-of-doors life, and he looked, too, the type of man that is becoming more and more rare, an Englishman of the old school, straightforward, fond of out-of-doors life, and the kind of man who can command.

He had been, I knew, Governor of a province in India, where he had been a signal success. These girls nowadays always seem embarrassed at having to admit to a father or mother at all.

Your Judith is a very goodlooking wench, but terribly high-brow.

He led the way upstairs and I followed him. He took me along the left wing of the house to a door at the end, and I realized that Poirot had chosen for me the room I had occupied before. There were changes here. As I walked along the corridor some of the doors were open and I saw that the old-fashioned large bedrooms had been partitioned off so as to make several smaller ones.

My own room, which had not been large, was unaltered save for the installation of hot and cold water, and part of it had been partitioned off to make a small bathroom. It was furnished in a cheap modern style which rather disappointed me. I should have preferred a style more nearly approximating to the architecture of the house itself. Colonel Luttrell started like a nervous horse.

His hand went to his lips. I stood for a moment looking after him. My poor friend. I have described him many times. Now to convey to you the difference. Crippled with arthritis, he propelled himself about in a wheeled chair. His once plump frame had fallen in. He was a thin little man now. His face was lined and wrinkled. His moustache and hair, it is true, were still of a jet black colour, but candidly, though I would not for the world have hurt his feelings by saying so to him, this was a mistake.

There comes a moment when hair dye is only too painfully obvious. But now the theatricality was apparent and merely created the impression that he wore a wig and had adorned his upper lip to amuse the children! You know, my friend, you have worn well. Les femmes, they still take an interest in you? Poirot and Hastings come full circle at Styles. Now wheelchair bound, there is still one case for Poirot to solve.

Who is the serial killer X? Arthritic and immobilized, Poirot calls on his old friend Captain Hastings to join him at Styles to be the eyes and ears that will feed observations to Poirot's still razor sharp mind.

Though aware of the criminal's identity, Poirot will not reveal it to the frustrated Hastings, and dubs the nameless personage 'X'. Already responsible for several murders, X, Poirot warns, is ready to strike again, and the partners must work swiftly to prevent imminent murder.

Agatha Christie wrote it during World War II, as a gift for her daughter should she not survive the bombings, and it was kept in a safe for over thirty years. It was agreed among the family that Curtain would be published finally in by Collins, her long-standing publishers, and that Sleeping Murder the Marple story written during the war for her husband, Max would follow. Hence it was inevitable to read Curtain without revisiting the former home of the Cavendishes.

But still the same narrator who guides readers to see a chain of reactions unfolding. If in the first crime book Hastings is merely an observer hovering round Poirot and Inspector Japp, in Curtain Christie puts him in a tight place. Also known as Calabar beans, it is native of Nigeria.

Even for an avid reader it will catch them off guard. As Poirot has remarked, the killer is a most interesting criminal. A sentence whispered here or a response there built up over a period of time deliver a corresponding impact to a stab to the lungs. Here is a malicious slayer who understands that neither a slander nor a hearsay make an evidence in court. At the very least such will only be considered to help judge the character of a witness.

The accidental shooting of Mrs. Dissatisfied, the slayer continues with Plan B. It fails, but only to Poirot he can see that next time it will succeed. You have studied those cases I gave you to read. Halfway, the elimination process might be achieved as to whodunit. None perhaps hardly prepares about the stupefying ending. For Christie puts forward the quest between morality and conscience in the course of justice; a notion about a thing should be done, not the right thing to be.

I wish she knew that forty-two years later the matter is still relevant. Finally, I would advise readers to postpone perusing Curtain until they are acquainted well with a number of her renowned crime novels.

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