She fell head over heels for the charming young man one afternoon. And by nightfall, Victoria Jones had conspired to follow him to Baghdad. But no daydream of love could match the real life adventure that unfolded: a stranger was stabbed in her bed, someone issued a hushed warning, and her rival for Edward's affections neatly arranged her kidnapping. From the steamy Arab marketplace to the vast and arid desert, Victoria was pursued by an unknown power that threatened not only her, but the fate of the entire world ...

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An old woman in a nursing home speaks of a child buried behind the fireplace… When Tommy and Tuppence visited an elderly aunt in her gothic nursing home, they thought nothing of her mistrust of the doctors; after all, Ada was a very difficult old lady. But when Mrs Lockett mentioned a poisoned mushroom stew and Mrs Lancaster talked about ‘something behind the fireplace’, Tommy and Tuppence found themselves caught up in an unexpected adventure involving possible black magic…

Mon petit doigt m'a dit

In the sprawling, half-timbered mansion in the affluent suburb of Swinly Dean, Aristide Leonides lies dead from barbiturate poisoning. An accident? Not likely. In fact, suspicion has already fallen on his luscious widow, a cunning beauty fifty years his junior, set to inherit a sizeable fortune, and rumored to be carrying on with a strapping young tutor comfortably ensconced in the family estate. But criminologist Charles Hayward is casting his own doubts on the innocence of the entire Leonides brood. He knows them intimately. And he's certain that in a crooked house such as Three Gables, no one's on the level...

La maison biscornue

A classic Agatha Christie short story, available individually for the first time as an ebook.

 Lytcham Close, one of the oldest stately homes in England is owned by the last remaining heir and is a house ruled by his intolerable whims. Old Hubert demands complete silence when he plays selected music and dinner is timed exactly by the resounding gong, no matter to trifle with. Rushing down at the hearing of the second, or is it the first gong, Joan Ashby is about to find out that not only is dinner delayed, but, she is about to hear a sound that no one can explain. Everyone is thrown into disarray when Old Hubert never materialises and instead a new guest is announced. The new guest is Hercule Poirot himself. What unfolds is a mystery of lovers, michalmas daisies and a death that is not as it appears.

The Second Gong - A Hercule Poirot Short Story

La belle et jeune Elinor Carlisle affiche une incroyable sérénité dans le box des accusés. Pourtant tout porte à croire qu'elle a bien assassiné Mary Gerrard, sa rivale en amour. Toutes les charges pèsent en effet contre Elinor : elle avait le motif, l'arme et l'occasion de commettre le crime. Dans la salle d'audience hostile, un homme est néanmoins convaincu de son innocence, le célèbre enquêteur Hercule Poirot. Sa science de la déduction sera-t-elle suffisante pour faire innocenter la jeune femme ?Traduit de l'anglais par Élise Champon

Je ne suis pas coupable

Quelle drôle d'idée ! Rassembler pour des vacances à La Pointe-aux-Mouettes l'ex-Mrs Strange  - Mrs Audrey depuis son divorce  - et Kay, la nouvelle tenante du titre, sous le prétexte d'en faire des amies... c'est de l'inconscience, pour ne pas dire plus. Car enfin, l'époux de ces dames n'a quand même pas la naïveté de croire qu'elles vont tomber dans les bras l'une de l'autre. D'ailleurs, si ces tigresses ne se sont pas encore écharpées, c'est qu'elles se retiennent. Pour l'instant. Les vertus calmantes de l'air marin, sans doute... Mais les choses n'en resteront pas là. Deux Mrs Strange sous le même toit, c'est une de trop...

L'heure zéro

Un lieu, une date : l'assassin annonce ses crimes et lance un défi à Hercule Poirot. L'assassin est-il un maniaque des annuaires téléphoniques et des indicateurs de chemins de fer ? Celui qui signe A.B.C. tue par ordre alphabétique.

A.B.C. contre Poirot

First, there were ten—a curious assortment of strangers summoned as weekend guests to a little private island off the coast of Devon. Their host, an eccentric millionaire unknown to all of them, is nowhere to be found. All that the guests have in common is a wicked past they're unwilling to reveal—and a secret that will seal their fate. For each has been marked for murder. A famous nursery rhyme is framed and hung in every room of the mansion:"Ten little boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine. Nine little boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight. Eight little boys traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there then there were seven. Seven little boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in half and then there were six. Six little boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five. Five little boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four. Four little boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three. Three little boys walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two. Two little boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was one. One little boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none."When they realize that murders are occurring as described in the rhyme, terror mounts. One by one they fall prey. Before the weekend is out, there will be none. Who has choreographed this dastardly scheme? And who will be left to tell the tale? Only the dead are above suspicion.

Dix Petits Nègres

A repugnant Amercian widow is killed during a trip to Petra.

 Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like some monstrous swollen Buddha, sat the corpse of Mrs Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist was the only sign of the fatal injection that had killed her.

 With only 24 hours available to solve the mystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark he'd overheard back in Jerusalem: 'You see, don't you, that she's got to be killed?' Mrs Boynton was, indeed, the most detestable woman he'd ever met.

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