'I've just got to get rid of my husband!'

Poirot was astonished. But later, when he met Lord Edgware, he remembered the shudder with which Jane had spoken. Edgware bid him farewell suavely, but as Poirot closed the library door, he glanced back into the room and almost exclaimed aloud.

The aristocratic, smiling face was transformed. The lips were drawn back from the teeth in a snarl, the eyes were alive with fury and an almost insane rage.

Next morning, Lord Edgware was found stabbed in the back of the neck ...

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Thanks for the book