title: Hercule Poirot : The Complete Short Stories
author:  Agatha Christie 
description: All 51 Hercule Poirot short stories presented in chonological order in a single volume - plus a bonus story not seen for more than 70 years. 'My name is Hercule Poirot and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.' The dapper, moustache-twirling little Belgian with the egg-shaped head, curious mannerisms and inordinate respect for his own 'little grey cells' has solved some of the most puzzling crimes of the century. Appearing in Agatha Christie's very first novel in 1920 and her very last in 1975, Hercule Poirot became the most celebrated detective since Sherlock Holmes, appearing in 33 novels, a play, and these 51 short stories. Arranged in their original publication order, these short stories provide a feast for hardened Agatha Christie addicts as well as those who have grown to love the detective through his many film and television appearances. This new edition now also includes Poirot and the Regatta Mystery, an early version of an Agatha Christie story not published since 1936!
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  ### Agatha Christie
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Agatha Christie
  
  
  
  
  
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  ## 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, ha