Found 160 results for "Hercule Poirot (Fictitious Character)"
Hercule Poirot's Christmas
by Agatha Christie
STEPHEN pulled up the collar of his coat as he walked briskly along the platform.
Poirot investigates
by Agatha Christie
I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.
Curtain
by Agatha Christie
WHO is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?
The Hollow
by Agatha Christie
AT 6:13 A.M. on a Friday morning Lucy Angkatell's big blue eyes opened upon another day, and as always, she was at once ...
The Labours of Hercules
by Agatha Christie
"ANYTHING of interest this morning, Miss Lemon?"
After the Funeral
by Agatha Christie
OLD Lanscombe moved totteringly from room to room, pulling up the blinds.
Evil Under the Sun
by Agatha Christie
WHEN Captain Roger Angmering built himself a house in the year 1782 on the island off Leather-combe Bay, it was thought ...
Death on the Nile
by Agatha Christie
"Linnet Ridgeway!" "That's her!" said Mr. Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns.
The Big Four
by Agatha Christie
I have met people who enjoy a channel crossing; men who can sit calmly in their deck-chairs and, on arrival, wait until ...
Dead Man's Folly
by Agatha Christie
IT was Miss Lemon, Poirot's efficient secretary, who took the telephone call.
Murder in Mesopotamia
by Agatha Christie
IN the hall of the Tigris Palace Hotel in Baghdad a hospital nurse was finishing a letter.
Hallowe'en Party
by Agatha Christie
MRS. Ariadne Oliver had gone with the friend with whom she was staying, Judith Butler, to help with the preparations for...
Murder in Three Acts
by Agatha Christie
MR. Satterthwaite sat on the terrace of Crow's Nest and watched his host, Sir Charles Cartwright, climbing up the path f...
Cards on the Table
by Agatha Christie
"MY dear Monsieur Poirot!" It was a soft purring voice used deliberately as an instrument-nothing impulsive or unpremedi...
The A.B.C. Murders
by Agatha Christie
It was in June of 1935 that I came home from my ranch in South America for a stay of about six months.
Mrs. McGinty's Dead
by Agatha Christie
HERCULE Poirot came out of the Vielle Grand'mere restaurant into Soho.