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• 1.四魔头12
• It was mid-Januarya typical English winter day in London, damp and dirty. Poirot and I were sitting in two chairs well drawn up to the fire. I was awa...
• 2.四魔头13
• Not often in a life-time does a man stand on the edge of eternity, but when I spoke those words in that East End cellar I was perfectly certain that t...
• 3.四魔头14
• I was very disappointed with the results of Poirots bomb attack on the premises in Chinatown. To begin with, the leader of the gang had escaped. When ...
• 4.四魔头15
• It was after the tragic death of Miss Flossie Monro that I began to be aware of a change in Poirot. Up to now, his invincible confidence in himself ha...
• 5.四魔头16
• Even now I can hardly bear to write of those days in March. Poirotthe unique, the inimitable Hercule Poirotdead! There was a particularly diabolical t...
• 6.四魔头17
• From our quiet retreat in the Ardennes we watched the progress of affairs in the great world. We were plentifully supplied with newspapers, and every ...
• 7.四魔头18
• I could not have been unconscious more than a minute. I came to myself being hustled along between two men. They had me under each arm, supporting my ...
• 8.褐衣男子1
• Nadina, the Russian dancer who had taken Paris by storm, swayed to the sound of the applause, bowed and bowed again. Her narrow black eyes narrowed th...
• 9.褐衣男子2
• Everybody has been at me, right and left, to write this story from the great (represented by Lord Nasby) to the small (represented by our late maid of...
• 10.褐衣男子3
• Every one was very kind to me. Dazed as I was, I appreciated that. I felt no overwhelming grief. Papa had never loved me, I knew that well enough. If ...