CARDS ON THE TABLE Foreword by the Author There is an idea prevalent that a detective story is rather like a big race a number of starters--likely horses and jockeys. "You pays your money and you takes your choice!" The favorite is by common consent the opposite of a favorite on the racecourse. In other words he is likely to be a complete outsider! Spot the least likely person to have committed the crime and in nine times out of ten your task is finished. Since I do not want my faithful readers to fling away this book in disgust, I prefer to Warn them beforehand that this is not that kind of book. There are only four starters and any one of them, given the right circumstances, might have committed the crime. That knocks out forcibly the element of surprise. Nevertheless there should be, I think, an equal interest attached to four persons, each of whom has committed murder and is capable of committing further murders. They are four widely divergent types; the motive that drives each one of them to crime is peculiar to that person, and each one would employ a different method. The deduction must, therefore, be entirely psychological, but it is none the less interesting for that, because when all is said and done it is the mind of the murderer that is of supreme interest. I may say, as an additional argument in favor of this story, that it was one of Hercule Poirot's favorite cases. His friend, Captain Hastings, however, when Poirot described it to him, considered it very dull! I wonder with which of them my readers will agree. CONTENTS Foreword by the Author Chapter I Mr. Shaitana 2 Dinner at Mr. Shaitana's 3 A GameofBridge 4 First Murderer? 5 Second Murderer? 6 Third Murderer? 7 Fourth Murderer? 8 Which of Them? 9 Dr. Roberts 10 Dr. Roberts (continued) 11 Mrs. Lorrimer 12 Anne Meredith 13 Second Visitor 14 Third Visitor 15 Major Despard 16 The Evidence of Elsie Batt 17 The Evidence of Rhoda Dawes 18 Tea Interlude 19 Consultation 20 The Evidence of Mrs. Luxmore 21 Major Despard 22 Evidence from Combeacre 23 The Evidence of a Pair of Silk Stockings 378 381 384 388 393 398 400 405 407 413 418 422 426 429 434 438 442 445 449 452 460 464 467 468 24 Elimination of Three Murderers? 25 Mrs. Lorrimer Speaks 26 The Truth 27' The EyeWitness 28 Suicide 29 Accident 30 Murder 31 Cards on the Table 471 474 476 480 482 487 491 494 CHAPTER 1 Mr. Shaitana '' r y dear M. Poirot!" It was a soft purring voicc a voice/used deliberately as an inStrument--nothing impulsive or unpremeditated about it. Hercule Poirot swung round. He bowed. He shook hands ceremoniously. There was something in his eye that was unusual. One would have said that this chance encounter awakened in him an emotion that he seldom had occasion to feel. "My dear Mr. Shaitana," he said. They both paused. They were like duellists en garde. Around them a well-dressed languid London crowd eddied mildly. Voices drawled or murmured. "Darlingxquisite!" "Simply divine, aren't they, my dear?" It was the Exhibition of Snuff-Boxes at Wessex House. Admission one guinea, in aid of the London hospitals. "My dear man," said Mr. Shaitana, "how nice to see you! Not hanging or guillotining much just at present? Slack season in the criminal world? Or is there to be a robbery here this afternoon--that would be too delicious." "Alas, Monsieur," said Poirot. "I am here in a purely private capacity." Mr. Shaitana was diverted for a moment by a Lovely Young Thing with tight poodle curls up one side of her head and three cornucopias in black straw on the other. He said: "My dear--why didn't you come to my party? It really was a marvellous party! Quite a lot of people actually spoke to me! One woman even said 'How do you do,' and 'Good-bye' and 'Thank you so much' but of course she came from a Garden City, poor dear!" While the Lovely Young Thing made a suitable reply, Poirot allowed himselfa good study of the hirsute adornment on Mr. Shaitana's upper lip. A fine moustache a very fine moustache--the only moustache in London, perhaps, that could compete with that of M. Hercule Poirot. "But it is not so luxuriant," he murmured to himself. "No, decidedly it is inferior in every respect. Tout de rrme, it catches the eye." The whole of Mr. Shaitana's person caught the eyc it was designed to do so. He deliberately attempted a Mephistophelian effect. He was tall and thin, his face was long and melancholy, his. eyebrows were heavfiy accented and jet black, he 381