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Third Girl. Агата Кристи
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isbn 9780007422869
Автор произведения Агата Кристи
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
Third Girl
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by
Collins 1966
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Source ISBN: 9780008129606
Ebook Edition © September 2015 ISBN: 9780007422869
Version: 2017-04-13
To Nora Blackborow
Contents
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 pâtisserie but infinitely superior to the so-called French one nearby. 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 Allan Poe,