Bonjour, mes amis. C’est moi, Hercule Poirot, probably ze greatest detective in ze world. I was enjoying a pleasant retirement in King’s Abbot, growing ze vegetable marrows when, to my great surprise, I found myself suddenly drawn back into ze life of ze detective. After all, should a bullet land directly above one’s ‘ead, one can ‘ardly be expected not to answer ze call! Mais non, c’est impossible! Hercule Poirot ees on ze case.
My mental faculties, ‘owever, you will find to be as adroit as ever. I shall use order and method and apply both most fastidiously to all zat I undertake. I shall endeavor to understand the psychology of each suspect to predict what each will do acting dans sa caractère. And, with ze help of my leetle grey cells, I shall emerge triumphant. Trust in Papa Poirot, mes amis. He will uncover all.