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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

Poirot ignored my complaint. “For many years, Henry Negus worries in silence about his brother. He hopes, and no doubt also he prays, and when he has almost given up hope, it appears that his prayers are answered: Richard Negus has the visible upward perking a few months ago. He seems to be planning something. Perhaps the plan involved booking three rooms at the Bloxham Hotel in London for himself and two women he knew from his days in Great Holling, since we know that this is what he did. And then last night he is found dead at the Bloxham Hotel with a mongrammed cufflink in his mouth, in close proximity to his former fiancée, Ida Gransbury, and to Harriet Sippel, another villager who was once his neighbor. Both women have been murdered in the same way.”

Poirot came to a standstill. He had been walking too fast and was out of breath. “Catchpool,” he gasped, mopping his brow with a neatly folded handkerchief that he had pulled from his vest pocket. “Ask yourself what is the first event in this chain of events that I have presented to you. Is it not the tragic deaths of the vicar and his wife?”

“Well, yes, but only if we allow that they’re part of the same story as the three Bloxham murders. There’s no evidence of that, Poirot. I still contend that this poor vicar chap might be neither here nor there.”

“Just as la pauvre Jennie may be neither there nor here?”

“Exactly.”

We continued along the street.

“Have you ever tried to do a crossword puzzle, Poirot? Because . . . well, you know I’m trying to knock one together at the moment, one of my own?”

“It would be impossible to reside in such proximity to you as I do and not know, mon ami.”

“Yes. Right. Well, I’ve noticed something that happens when you’re trying to puzzle out a crossword clue. It’s interesting. Let’s say you have the clue ‘Kitchen utensil, three letters,’ and you have the letter ‘P’ as the first letter. It’s very easy to think, ‘Well, it has to be “pot” because that has three letters and begins with “P,” and a pot is a kitchen utensil.’ So you tell yourself it must be true, when all the while the right answer is ‘pan’—also three letters, also a kitchen utensil beginning with P. Do you see?”

“That example does not serve you well, Catchpool. In the situation you describe, I would think of both ‘pot’ and ‘pan’ as being equally likely to be correct. Only a fool would consider one and not the other when both fit perfectly.”