by Agatha Christie For my second post this week on the Hercule Poirot novels, I've chosen this novel from 1937, one of my favourites. '[Poirot's] glance softened as it rested on one particular couple. A well-matched pair - tall broad-shouldered man, slender delicate girl. Two bodies that moved in a perfect rhythm of happiness. Happiness …
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