Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

Summary

Portrait of Agatha Christie Agatha Christie The Affair at the Victory Ball (1923)

You know who killed Lord Cronshaw?"
"Parfaitement."
"Who was it? Eustace Beltane?"
"Ah, mon ami, you know my little weakness! Always I have a desire to keep the threads in my own hands up to the last minute. But have no fear. I will reveal all when the time comes. I want no credit—the affair shall be yours, on the condition that you permit me to play out the dénouement my own way."
"That’s fair enough," said Japp. "That is, if the dénouement ever comes! But I say, you are an oyster, aren’t you?" Poirot smiled. "Well, so long. I’m off to the Yard."
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Portrait of Agatha Christie Agatha Christie The Affair at the Victory Ball (1923)

Your eyes have lied to you—as they lied to you on the night of the Victory Ball. To ‘see’ things with your eyes, as they say, is not always to see the truth. One must see with the eyes of the mind; one must employ the little cells of grey! Know, then, that tonight and on the night of the Victory Ball, you saw not six figures but five! See!"
The lights went out again. A figure bounded in front of the screen—Pierrot!
"Who is that?" demanded Poirot. "Is it Pierrot?"
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Portrait of Agatha Christie Agatha Christie The Affair at the Victory Ball (1923)

I replied, "I was puzzling over this unaccountable affair at the Victory Ball. The papers are full of it." I tapped the sheet with my finger as I spoke.
"Yes?"
"The more one reads of it, the more shrouded in mystery the whole thing becomes!" I warmed to my subject. "Who killed Lord Cronshaw? Was Coco Courtenay’s death on the same night a mere coincidence? Was it an accident? Or did she deliberately take an overdose of cocaine?" I stopped, and then added dramatically: "These are the questions I ask myself." Poirot, somewhat to my annoyance, did not play up.
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