Lord Edgware is dying

The public memory is very short; the murder of George Alfred Saint Vincent Marsh, nicknamed Baron Edgware the Fourth, has become a thing of the past and has been forgotten, despite the intense interest surrounding it and the great excitement it caused, replaced by new exciting events. The name of my friend Hercules Poirot was not explicitly mentioned in connection with this case, and I claim that this was in accordance with his wishes; he preferred not to appear in this case, and another person was praised, which was what he wanted. Moreover, that case — from his own strange perspective — was one of the failures he suffered. He often swore that the one who put him on the right track for this case was just a passing remark. Even if we accept that, there is no doubt that his genius is what uncovered the truth of this case. I doubt they could have revealed the identity of the culprit without Hercules Poirot. Therefore, I feel that it is time for me to record everything I know about this case; I am aware of all its appearances and inner details, and I would like to mention that doing so is also a fulfillment of the wish of a wonderful lady. I often remembered that day when we were sitting in Poirot’s sitting room, that elegant, small, organized room; where our little friend — moving back and forth on a certain part of the carpet laid on the floor of the room — was recounting the details of this case in his remarkable skillful style. I will start narrating what I have, from where everything began, from one of London’s theaters in July of last year. There was a big fuss about Carlotta Adams in London at that time; she had performed several evening plays the previous year that achieved great success, and that year she had a three-week theatrical season, and that night was the penultimate night of these performances. Carlotta Adams was an American girl with extraordinary talent in solo acting performances without caring about makeup or set design. She seemed to have the ability to speak all languages fluently. Her theatrical performance — which depicts a scene from one night in a foreign hotel — was very wonderful; the scene was crowded with groups of American and German tourists, middle-class English families, a group of suspicious women, a group of Russians from the aristocratic class but appearing poor, and a group of servants showing signs of depression and boredom. The author; Agatha Christie Number of pages: 344 Jarir Bookstore editions