pqCurtain: Poirot's Last Case3pq 3 □ B L Contents A N About Agatha Christie The AgathaK Christie Collection. p q Curtain: Poirot's Last Case 3 p q 3 □ B L Contents A N About Agatha Christie The AgathaK Christie Collection Curtain Poirot's Last Case · Curtain Poirot's. Poirot and Hastings come full circle at Styles. Poirot’s final case, a mystery which brings him and Hastings back to Styles where they first solved a crime together. The story was both anticipated and dreaded by Agatha Christie fans worldwide, many of whom still refuse to read it.
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There was about her an air of reserve, more —of suspicion. Matthew Lichfield is the male equal to the larger-than-life character Mrs. Boynton see Appointment With Death. Helen Baxendale as E. Cole in the adaptation of Curtain in A bully, Mr. Litchfield is nevertheless rich. Like Mrs. Boynton he imprisons his grown-up daughters to serve him.
She has finished him with a single blow at the back of his head. Then she confesses that she did it so that her sisters could be freed from the golden cage. Elizabeth has been acquainted with the Luttrells; George and Daisy are her longstanding friends. So they welcome her at the Styles and tell not anyone a single word about her true identity. Yet he reckons that X would stay.
Moreover, X also knows the Franklins and the Luttrells.
Elizabeth is seen to spend time with Stephen Norton often. They get closer, as both are single. She bossed him a good deal, I think. Yes, I am here, at Styles. Figure to yourself, it is now what they call a guest house. It is his wife, bien entendu, who makes it pay.
She is a good manager, that one, but the tongue like vinegar, and the poor Colonel, 7 p q he suffers much from it. If it were me I would take a hatchet to her! At my age one enjoys reliving the past. That phrase it sounds a little like the French exercise, does it not? Immediately I conceive a plan. He wishes to induce the Franklins to come here for the summer.
I in my turn will persuade you and we shall be all together, en famille. It will be most agreeable. The Franklins and your charming Judith have been here for some days. It is all arranged, so make no histories.
I had no ties and no settled home. My daughter Grace was married to a soldier and was at present in India. My remaining child, Judith, was the one whom secretly I had always loved best, although I had never for one moment understood her.
A queer, dark, secretive child, with a passion for keeping her own counsel, which had sometimes affronted and distressed me. My wife had been more understanding. But she, like myself, was sometimes worried about the child.
Her brains were the best of the family and we gladly fell in with her wish for a university education. She had taken her B.
His wife was somewhat of an invalid. I was, frankly, a little nervous of my daughter! At this point my meditations were interrupted by the train drawing up at the station of Styles St Mary. That at least had not changed. Time had passed it by. As my taxi passed through the village, though, I realized the passage of years.
Styles St Mary was altered out of all recognition. Petrol stations, a cinema, two more inns and rows of council houses. Presently we turned in at the gate of Styles.
Here we seemed to recede again from modern times. The park was much as I remembered it, but the drive was badly kept and much overgrown with weeds growing up over the gravel. We turned a corner and came in view of the house. It was unaltered from the outside and badly needed a coat of paint.
My heart missed a beat. No greater contrast to the robust Evelyn Howard could have been imagined. I must introduce myself.
I pile up the extras all I know how. Although Mrs Luttrell occasionally affected a faint brogue, she had no Irish blood. It was a mere affectation. I enquired after my friend. It would melt a heart of stone. Terribly sorry I am for him, suffering the way he does. We all admire her tremendously. Leave that sort of thing to the frumps, I say.
He was a very tall, attenuated old man, with a cadaverous face, mild blue eyes and a habit of irresolutely tugging at his little white moustache. He had a vague, rather nervous manner. Take him up and show him his room, George. Come along. He limped, and had a boyish eager face. Nice fellow. Crazy about birds. I felt very attracted at once towards the man. He looked as though he had led an out-of-doors life, and he looked, too, the type of man that is becoming more and more rare, an Englishman of the old school, straightforward, fond of out-of-doors life, and the kind of man who can command.
He had been, I knew, Governor of a province in India, where he had been a signal success. These girls nowadays always seem embarrassed at having to admit to a father or mother at all. Your Judith is a very goodlooking wench, but terribly high-brow. He led the way upstairs and I followed him.
He took me along the left wing of the house to a door at the end, and I realized that Poirot had chosen for me the room I had occupied before. There were changes here. As I walked along the corridor some of the doors were open and I saw that the old-fashioned large bedrooms had been partitioned off so as to make several smaller ones. My own room, which had not been large, was unaltered save for the installation of hot and cold water, and part of it had been partitioned off to make a small bathroom.
It was furnished in a cheap modern style which rather disappointed me. I should have preferred a style more nearly approximating to the architecture of the house itself. Colonel Luttrell started like a nervous horse. His hand went to his lips. I stood for a moment looking after him. My poor friend.
I have described him many times. Now to convey to you the difference. Crippled with arthritis, he propelled himself about in a wheeled chair. His once plump frame had fallen in. He was a thin little man now. His face was lined and wrinkled. His moustache and hair, it is true, were still of a jet black colour, but candidly, though I would not for the world have hurt his feelings by saying so to him, this was a mistake.
There comes a moment when hair dye is only too painfully obvious. But now the theatricality was apparent and merely created the impression that he wore a wig and had adorned his upper lip to amuse the children! You know, my friend, you have worn well. Les femmes, they still take an interest in you? When the very young girls come and talk to you kindly, oh so kindly — it is the end!
It must be so awful to be like that.
For you there are still possibilities. That is right, twist your moustache, hunch your shoulders — I see it is as I say — you would not look so self-conscious otherwise. And how are you yourself? I am a ruin.
I cannot walk. I am crippled and twisted. Put to bed, washed and dressed. Mercifully, though the outside decays, the core is still sound.
The best heart in the world. I was not referring to the heart.