Blackmailers are never satisfied. His laughter faded into bitterness.Aren't they? How do you know?His words were empty, hollow. When you're the brother of a duke and your wife died in mysterious circu...
For somewhere, said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my foot, and by shoo...