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Chapters (33)
  1. Dedication
  2. Acknowledgments
  3. 1. Runaway Jennie
  4. 2. Murder in Three Rooms
  5. 3. At the Bloxham Hotel
  6. 4. The Frame Widens
  7. 5. Ask a Hundred People
  8. 6. The Sherry Conundrum
  9. 7. Two Keys
  10. 8. Assembling Our Thoughts
  11. 9. A Visit to Great Holling
  12. 10. Slander’s Mark
  13. 11. Two Recollections
  14. 12. A Grievous Wound
  15. 13. Nancy Ducane
  16. 14. The Mind in the Mirror
  17. 15. The Fourth Cufflink
  18. 16. A Lie for a Lie
  19. 17. The Older Woman and the Younger Man
  20. 18. Knock and See Who Comes to the Door
  21. 19. The Truth at Last
  22. 20. How It All Went Wrong
  23. 21. All the Devils Are Here
  24. 22. The Monogram Murders
  25. 23. The Real Ida Gransbury
  26. 24. The Blue Jug and Bowl
  27. 25. If Murder Began with a D
  28. Epilogue
  29. About the Author
  30. Also by Sophie Hannah
  31. Also by Agatha Christie
  32. Credits
  33. About the Publisher

“In that case, I have a different question for you, mademoiselle. Why did the plan require Mr. Kidd to wait a full hour once Harriet, Ida and Richard were all dead, and once you had left the hotel, before placing the note on the front desk? Why was it not agreed that Mr. Kidd should do this at, for example, a quarter past seven, or even half past seven? Why eight o’clock?”

Jennie recoiled as if from a blow. “Why not eight o’clock?” she said defiantly. “What was the harm in waiting a while?

“You ask some daft questions, Mr. Poirot,” said Sam Kidd.

“No harm whatever in waiting, mademoiselle—I agree entirely. Therefore we must ask ourselves: why leave a note at all? Why not wait for the hotel maids to find the three bodies the following morning? Jennie? Do not look at Samuel Kidd. Look at Hercule Poirot! Answer the question.”

“I . . . I don’t know! I think maybe Richard . . .”

“No! Not maybe Richard!” Poirot spoke over her. “If you will not answer my question, allow me to do so. You told Mr. Kidd to leave the note on the desk just after eight because it was always part of the plan for the murders to appear to have been committed between a quarter past seven and eight o’clock!”

Poirot turned once again to the silent, wide-eyed crowd. “Let us think about the afternoon tea for three that was ordered, and delivered to Room 317—Ida Gransbury’s room. Let us imagine that our three voluntary victims, puzzled by the absence of Jennie Hobbs, were unsure what to do, and so went to Ida Gransbury’s room to discuss the matter. Catchpool, if you were about to allow yourself to be executed for a past sin, would you order scones and cakes immediately beforehand?”

“No. I would be too nervous to eat or drink anything.”

“Perhaps our trio of executioners thought it important to keep up their strength for the important task ahead,” Poirot speculated. “Then, when the food arrived, they could not bring themselves to eat it. But to where did all this food disappear?”

“Are you asking me?” said Jennie. “I’m afraid I don’t know, since I wasn’t there.”