HERCULE POIROT...
today the most popular detective in fiction since Sherlock Holmes, made his bow to the world in this book.
No one had heard the name AGATHA CHRISTIE when she shyly sent the MS. to a London publisher. He rejected it! So did others. Then one more far-seeing accepted the new author's work. It became famous--and Christie fans place it among the very best Poirot tales.
Intriguing clues marked the murder at Styles Court--crushed fragments of a coffee cup, few few threads of fabric, a scrap of half charred paper, an old envelope with these words on it:
posessed
I am posessed
He is possessed
I am possessed
possessed
And here is the Great Detective's introduction to the world:
Poirot was an extraordinary-looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet four inches, but he carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible; I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound. Yet this quaint dandified little man who, I was sorry to see, now limped badly, had been in his time one of the most celebrated members of the Belgian police.
[Chapter II]
If Agatha Christie had know she would be writing about this character for over fifty years, I suspect she wouldn't have made his
quite so eccentric, nor would she have made him already elderly on his first outing in print!
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