Аннотация
Agatha Christie
Third Girl
Chapter One
HERCULE POIROT was sitting at the breakfast table. At his right hand was a steaming cup of chocolate.
He had always had a sweet tooth.
To accompany the chocolate was a brioche. It went agreeably with chocolate.
He nodded his approval. This was from the fourth shop he had tried. It was a Danish patisserie but infinitely superior to the so-called French one near by. That had been nothing less than a fraud.
He was satisfied gastronomically. His stomach was at peace. His mind also was at peace, perhaps somewhat too much so.
He had finished his Magnum Opus, an analysis of great writers of detective fiction. He had dared to speak scathingly of Edgar Alien Poe, he had complained of the lack of method or order in the romantic outpourings of Wilkie Collins, had lauded to the skies two American authors who were practically unknown, and had in various other ways given honour where honour was due and sternly ...
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