![]() Only the lady who gave utterance to the exclamation was not a duchess.’ Strangely enough, this tale of mine opens in much the same fashion. ‘I believe that a well-known anecdote exists to the effect that a young writer, determined to make the commencement of his story forcible and original enough to catch and rivet the attention of the most blasé of editors, penned the following sentence: There’s something quite self-conscious/metafictional in the way Captain Hastings opens this story: But why is the dead man wearing his son’s overcoat? And who was the impassioned love-letter in the pocket for? Before Poirot can answer these questions, the case is turned upside down by the discovery of a second, identically murdered corpse…’ ![]() But he arrives too late to save his client, whose brutally stabbed body now lies face downwards in a shallow grave on a golf course. ‘On a French golf course, a millionaire is found stabbed in the back… An urgent cry for help brings Poirot to France. ![]()
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