After the Funeral (Hercule Poirot, #33)

by Agatha Christie

shuffling trot across the room. His gaze, abstracted and uncurious, just swept up to the picture over this mantelpiece—the companion portrait to

complete

anyone that Cora would marry. She had not

“That’s very nice!” said Cora Lansquenet with real appreciation. “An income! How much?”

at present. Death duties, of

generous of Richard. I do appreciate

always felt about her. And really the

be on my way. I don’t

on whether Miss Gilchrist ate the whole of the wedge. She seems to think that she didn’t. Can you remember?”

where they were kept, and

which he was lovingly polishing

then,

Nature, can it? But the postcards they sell there still show

up and from the window

triumphant gesture. “That is good news, is

Timothy was not far from

only a very minute degree by

Cora Lansquenet, the poisoned wedding cake, the ‘motif’ of the ‘nun.’

she managed to do most

at the cottage on the day of the inquest suggested to you a mention of a nun who was ‘following you round,’ and you used that when you were anxious