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  Agatha Christie

  The A.B.C. Murders

  A Hercule Poirot Mystery

  To James Watts

  One of my most sympathetic readers

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Foreword

  1. The Letter

  2. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  3. Andover

  4. Mrs. Ascher

  5. Mary Drower

  6. The Scene of the Crime

  7. Mr. Partridge and Mr. Riddell

  8. The Second Letter

  9. The Bexhill-on-Sea Murder

  10. The Barnards

  11. Megan Barnard

  12. Donald Fraser

  13. A Conference

  14. The Third Letter

  15. Sir Carmichael Clarke

  16. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  17. Marking Time

  18. Poirot Makes a Speech

  19. By Way of Sweden

  20. Lady Clarke

  21. Description of a Murderer

  22. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  23. September 11th. Doncaster

  24. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  25. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  26. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  27. The Doncaster Murder

  28. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  29. At Scotland Yard

  30. Not from Captain Hastings’ Personal Narrative

  31. Hercule Poirot Asks Questions

  32. And Catch a Fox

  33. Alexander Bonaparte Cust

  34. Poirot Explains

  35. Finale

  About the Author

  Other Books by Agatha Christie

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Foreword

  by Captain Arthur Hastings, O.B.E.

  In this narrative of mine I have departed from my usual practice of relating only those incidents and scenes at which I myself was present. Certain chapters, therefore, are written in the third person.

  I wish to assure my readers that I can vouch for the occurrences related in these chapters. If I have taken a certain poetic licence in describing the thoughts and feelings of various persons, it is because I believe I have set them down with a reasonable amount of accuracy. I may add that they have been “vetted” by my friend Hercule Poirot himself.

  In conclusion, I will say that if I have described at too great length some of the secondary personal relationships which arose as a consequence of this strange series of crimes, it is because the human and personal elements can never be ignored. Hercule Poirot once taught me in a very dramatic manner that romance can be a by-product of crime.

  As to the solving of the A.B.C. mystery, I can only say that in my opinion Poirot showed real genius in the way he tackled a problem entirely unlike any which had previously come his way.

  One

  THE LETTER

  It was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months. It had been a difficult time for us out there. Like everyone else, we had suffered from world depression. I had various affairs to see to in England that I felt could only be successful if a personal touch was introduced. My wife remained to manage the ranch.

  I need hardly say that one of my first actions on reaching England was to look up my old friend, Hercule Poirot.

  I found him installed in one of the newest type of service flats in London. I accused him (and he admitted the fact) of having chosen this particular building entirely on account of its strictly geometrical appearance and proportions.

  “But yes, my friend, it is of a most pleasing symmetry, do you not find it so?”

  I said that I thought there could be too much squareness and, alluding to an old joke, I asked if in this super-modern hostelry they managed to induce hens to lay square eggs.

  Poirot laughed heartily.

  “Ah, you remember that? Alas! no—science has not yet induced the hens to conform to modern tastes, they still lay eggs of different sizes and colours!”

  I examined my old friend with an affectionate eye. He was looking wonderfully well—hardly a day older than when I had last seen him.

  “You’re looking in fine fettle, Poirot,” I said. “You’ve hardly aged at all. In fact, if it were possible, I should say that you had fewer grey hairs than when I saw you last.”

  Poirot beamed on me.

  “And why is that not possible? It is quite true.”

  “Do you mean your hair is turning from grey to black instead of from black to grey?”

  “Precisely.”

  “But surely that’s a scientific impossibility!”

  “Not at all.”

  “But that’s very extraordinary. It seems against nature.”

  “As usual, Hastings, you have the beautiful and unsuspicious mind. Years do not change that in you! You perceive a fact and mention the solution of it in the same breath without noticing that you are doing so!”

  I stared at him, puzzled.

  Without a word he walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle in his hand which he handed to me.

  I took it, for the moment uncomprehending.

  It bore the words:

  Revivit.—To bring back the natural tone of the hair. Revivit is not a dye. In five shades, Ash, Chestnut, Titian, Brown, Black.

  “Poirot,” I cried. “You have dyed your hair!”

  “Ah, the comprehension comes to you!”

  “So that’s why your hair looks so much blacker than it did last time I was back.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Dear me,” I said, recovering from the shock. “I suppose next time I come home I shall find you wearing false moustaches—or are you doing so now?”

  Poirot winced. His moustaches had always been his sensitive point. He was inordinately proud of them. My words touched him on the raw.

  “No, no, indeed, mon ami. That day, I pray the good God, is still far off. The false moustache! Quel horreur!”

  He tugged at them vigorously to assure me of their genuine character.

  “Well, they are very luxuriant still,” I said.

  “N’est ce pas? Never, in the whole of London, have I seen a pair of moustaches to equal mine.”

  A good job too, I thought privately. But I would not for the world have hurt Poirot’s feelings by saying so.

  Instead I asked if he still practised his profession on occasion.

  “I know,” I said, “that you actually retired years ago—”

  “C’est vrai. To grow the vegetable marrows! And immediately a murder occurs—and I send the vegetable marrows to promenade themselves to the devil. And since then—I know very well what you will say—I am like the prima donna who makes positively the farewell performance! That farewell performance, it repeats itself an indefinite number of times!”

  I laughed.

  “In truth, it has been very like that. Each time I say: this is the end. But no, something else arises! And I will admit it, my friend, the retirement I care for it not at all. If the little grey cells are not exercised, they grow the rust.”

  “I see,” I said. “You exercise them in moderation.”

  “Precisely. I pick and choose. For Hercule Poirot nowadays only the cream of crime.”

  “Has there been much cream about?”

  “Pas mal. Not long ago I had a narrow escape.”

  “Of failure?”

  “No, no.” Poirot looked shocked. “But I—I, Hercule Poirot, was nearly exterminated.”

  I whistled.

  “An ent
erprising murderer!”

  “Not so much enterprising as careless,” said Poirot. “Precisely that—careless. But let us not talk of it. You know, Hastings, in many ways I regard you as my mascot.”

  “Indeed?” I said. “In what ways?”

  Poirot did not answer my question directly. He went on:

  “As soon as I heard you were coming over I said to myself: something will arise. As in former days we will hunt together, we two. But if so it must be no common affair. It must be something”—he waved his hands excitedly—“something recherche”—delicate—fine…” He gave the last untranslatable word its full flavour.

  “Upon my word, Poirot,” I said. “Anyone would think you were ordering a dinner at the Ritz.”

  “Whereas one cannot command a crime to order? Very true.” He sighed. “But I believe in luck—in destiny, if you will. It is your destiny to stand beside me and prevent me from committing the unforgivable error.”

  “What do you call the unforgivable error?”

  “Overlooking the obvious.”

  I turned this over in my mind without quite seeing the point.

  “Well,” I said presently, smiling, “has this super crime turned up yet?”

  “Pas encore. At least—that is—”

  He paused. A frown of perplexity creased his forehead. His hands automatically straightened an object or two that I had inadvertently pushed awry.

  “I am not sure,” he said slowly.

  There was something so odd about his tone that I looked at him in surprise.

  The frown still lingered.

  Suddenly with a brief decisive nod of the head he crossed the room to a desk near the window. Its contents, I need hardly say, were all neatly docketed and pigeonholed so that he was able at once to lay his hand upon the paper he wanted.

  He came slowly across to me, an open letter in his hand. He read it through himself, then passed it to me.

  “Tell me, mon ami,” he said. “What do you make of this?”

  I took it from him with some interest.

  It was written on thickish white notepaper in printed characters:

  Mr. Hercule Poirot,—You fancy yourself, don’t you, at solving mysteries that are too difficult for our poor thick-headed British police? Let us see, Mr. Clever Poirot, just how clever you can be. Perhaps you’ll find this nut too hard to crack. Look out for Andover, on the 21st of the month.

  Yours, etc.,

  A B C.

  I glanced at the envelope. That also was printed.

  “Postmarked WC1,” said Poirot as I turned my attention to the postmark. “Well, what is your opinion?”

  I shrugged my shoulders as I handed it back to him.

  “Some madman or other, I suppose.”

  “That is all you have to say?”

  “Well—doesn’t it sound like a madman to you?”

  “Yes, my friend, it does.”

  His tone was grave. I looked at him curiously.

  “You take this very seriously, Poirot.”

  “A madman, mon ami, is to be taken seriously. A madman is a very dangerous thing.”

  “Yes, of course, that is true…I hadn’t considered that point…But what I meant was, it sounds more like a rather idiotic kind of hoax. Perhaps some convivial idiot who had had one over the eight.”

  “Comment? Nine? Nine what?”

  “Nothing—just an expression. I meant a fellow who was tight. No, damn it, a fellow who had had a spot too much to drink.”

  “Merci, Hastings—the expression ‘tight’ I am acquainted with it. As you say, there may be nothing more to it than that….”

  “But you think there is?” I asked, struck by the dissatisfaction of his tone.

  Poirot shook his head doubtfully, but he did not speak.

  “What have you done about it?” I inquired.

  “What can one do? I showed it to Japp. He was of the same opinion as you—a stupid hoax—that was the expression he used. They get these things every day at Scotland Yard. I, too, have had my share….”

  “But you take this one seriously?”

  Poirot replied slowly.

  “There is something about that letter, Hastings, that I do not like….”

  In spite of myself, his tone impressed me.

  “You think—what?”

  He shook his head, and picking up the letter, put it away again in the desk.

  “If you really take it seriously, can’t you do something?” I asked.

  “As always, the man of action! But what is there to do? The county police have seen the letter but they, too, do not take it seriously. There are no fingerprints on it. There are no local clues as to the possible writer.”

  “In fact there is only your own instinct?”

  “Not instinct, Hastings. Instinct is a bad word. It is my knowledge—my experience—that tells me that something about that letter is wrong—”

  He gesticulated as words failed him, then shook his head again.

  “I may be making the mountain out of the anthill. In any case there is nothing to be done but wait.”

  “Well, the 21st is Friday. If a whacking great robbery takes place near Andover then—”

  “Ah, what a comfort that would be—!”

  “A comfort?” I stared. The word seemed to be a very extraordinary one to use.

  “A robbery may be a thrill but it can hardly be a comfort!” I protested.

  Poirot shook his head energetically.

  “You are in error, my friend. You do not understand my meaning. A robbery would be a relief since it would dispossess my mind of the fear of something else.”

  “Of what?”

  “Murder,” said Hercule Poirot.

  Two

  NOT FROM CAPTAIN HASTINGS’ PERSONAL NARRATIVE

  Mr. Alexander Bonaparte Cust rose from his seat and peered near-sightedly round the shabby bedroom. His back was stiff from sitting in a cramped position and as he stretched himself to his full height an onlooker would have realized that he was, in reality, quite a tall man. His stoop and his near-sighted peering gave a delusive impression.

  Going to a well-worn overcoat hanging on the back of the door, he took from the pocket a packet of cheap cigarettes and some matches. He lit a cigarette and then returned to the table at which he had been sitting. He picked up a railway guide and consulted it, then he returned to the consideration of a typewritten list of names. With a pen, he made a tick against one of the first names on the list.

  It was Thursday, June 20th.

  Three

  ANDOVER

  I had been impressed at the time by Poirot’s forebodings about the anonymous letter he had received, but I must admit that the matter had passed from my mind when the 21st actually arrived and the first reminder of it came with a visit paid to my friend by Chief Inspector Japp of Scotland Yard. The CID inspector had been known to us for many years and he gave me a hearty welcome.

  “Well, I never,” he exclaimed. “If it isn’t Captain Hastings back from the wilds of the what do you call it! Quite like old days seeing you here with Monsieur Poirot. You’re looking well, too. Just a little bit thin on top, eh? Well, that’s what we’re all coming to. I’m the same.”

  I winced slightly. I was under the impression that owing to the careful way I brushed my hair across the top of my head the thinness referred to by Japp was quite unnoticeable. However, Japp had never been remarkable for tact where I was concerned, so I put a good face upon it and agreed that we were none of us getting any younger.

  “Except Monsieur Poirot here,” said Japp. “Quite a good advertisement for a hair tonic, he’d be. Face fungus sprouting finer than ever. Coming out into the limelight, too, in his old age. Mixed up in all the celebrated cases of the day. Train mysteries, air mysteries, high society deaths—oh, he’s here, there and everywhere. Never been so celebrated as since he retired.”

  “I have already told Hastings that I am like the prima donna who makes always one more appearance
,” said Poirot, smiling.

  “I shouldn’t wonder if you ended by detecting your own death,” said Japp, laughing heartily. “That’s an idea, that is. Ought to be put in a book.”

  “It will be Hastings who will have to do that,” said Poirot, twinkling at me.

  “Ha ha! That would be a joke, that would,” laughed Japp.

  I failed to see why the idea was so extremely amusing, and in any case I thought the joke was in poor taste. Poirot, poor old chap, is getting on. Jokes about his approaching demise can hardly be agreeable to him.

  Perhaps my manner showed my feelings, for Japp changed the subject.

  “Have you heard about Monsieur Poirot’s anonymous letter?”

  “I showed it to Hastings the other day,” said my friend.

  “Of course,” I exclaimed. “It had quite slipped my memory. Let me see, what was the date mentioned?”

  “The 21st,” said Japp. “That’s what I dropped in about. Yesterday was the 21st and just out of curiosity I rang up Andover last night. It was a hoax all right. Nothing doing. One broken shop window—kid throwing stones—and a couple of drunk and disorderlies. So just for once our Belgian friend was barking up the wrong tree.”

  “I am relieved, I must confess,” acknowledged Poirot.

  “You’d quite got the wind up about it, hadn’t you?” said Japp affectionately. “Bless you, we get dozens of letters like that coming in every day! People with nothing better to do and a bit weak in the top storey sit down and write ’em. They don’t mean any harm! Just a kind of excitement.”

 

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