PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.
PROJECT ASHABI
African Stories. Limitless Worlds.

Agatha Christie
Belgian detective Hercule Poirot makes his debut investigating the poisoning of wealthy heiress Emily Inglethorp at Styles Court.
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CHAPTER I. I GO TO STYLES CHAPTER II. THE 16TH AND 17TH OF JULY CHAPTER III. THE NIGHT OF THE TRAGEDY CHAPTER IV. POIROT INVESTIGATES CHAPTER V. “IT ISN’T STRYCHNINE, IS IT?” CHAPTER VI. THE INQUEST CHAPTER VII. POIROT PAYS HIS DEBTS CHAPTER VIII. FRESH SUSPICIONS CHAPTER IX. DR. BAUERSTEIN CHAPTER X. THE ARREST CHAPTER XI. THE CASE FOR THE PROSECUTION CHAPTER XII. THE LAST LINK CHAPTER XIII. POIROT EXPLAINS
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as “The Styles Case” has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours which still persist.
I will therefore briefly set down the circumstances which led to my being connected with the affair.
I had been invalided home from the Front; and, after spending some months in a rather depressing Convalescent Home, was given a month’s sick leave. Having no near relations or friends, I was trying to make up my mind what to do, when I ran across John Cavendish. I had seen very little of him for some years. Indeed, I had never known him particularly well. He was a good fifteen years my senior, for one thing, though he hardly looked his forty-five years. As a boy, though, I had often stayed at Styles, his mother’s place in Essex.
We had a good yarn about old times, and it ended in his inviting me down to Styles to spend my leave there.
“The mater will be delighted to see you again—after all those years,” he added.
“Oh, yes. I suppose you know that she has married again?”
I am afraid I showed my surprise rather plainly. Mrs. Cavendish, who had married John’s father when he was a widower with two sons, had been a handsome woman of middle-age as I remembered her. She certainly could not be a day less than seventy now. I recalled her as an energetic, autocratic personality, somewhat inclined to charitable and social notoriety, with a fondness for opening bazaars and playing the Lady Bountiful. She was a most generous woman, and possessed a considerable fortune of her own.

Arthur Conan Doyle