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Sir Claud Amory's formula for a powerful new explosive has been stolen, presumably by a member of his large household. Sir Claud assembles his suspects in the library and locks the door, instructing them that the when the lights go out, the formula must be replaced on the table -- and no questions will be asked. But when the lights come on, Sir Claud is dead. Now Hercule Poirot, assisted by Captain Hastings and Inspector Japp, must unravel a tangle of family feuds, old flames, and suspicious foreigners to find ...
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Overview

Sir Claud Amory's formula for a powerful new explosive has been stolen, presumably by a member of his large household. Sir Claud assembles his suspects in the library and locks the door, instructing them that the when the lights go out, the formula must be replaced on the table -- and no questions will be asked. But when the lights come on, Sir Claud is dead. Now Hercule Poirot, assisted by Captain Hastings and Inspector Japp, must unravel a tangle of family feuds, old flames, and suspicious foreigners to find the killer and prevent a global catastrophe.
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Editorial Reviews

Pam Lambert
Coffee's retro flavor is the real deal. . . .for a gracious pick-me-up, it's just what the butler ordered.
People
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Christie biographer Osborne's adaptation of the grande dame's 1930 play has been blessed by the Christie estate and heartily endorsed by her grandson Michael Prichard. It's a classic 'someone in this room is the murderer' tale set in 1934. Scientist Sir Claud Amory invites Hercule Poirot to his estate to collect a formula for a new atomic explosive. Prior to Poirot's arrival, Sir Claud discovers the formula is missing from his safe. He offers the thief one minute of darkness to return it but, when the lights come on again, Sir Claud is dead. That's when Poirot arrives on the scene and takes matters in hand. An empty vial of sleeping pills is discovered, and someone in the room at the time of Sir Claud's death was seen with the tablets. Was Sir Claud murdered by his son Richard, who is in deep debt? Or was it espionage involving Lucia, Richard's Italian wife with a mysterious past and a connection to guest Dr. Carelli? Perhaps Sir Claud's secretary, Edward Raynor, or the spinster sister Caroline is guilty. Poirot, with 'methods very much his own,' aided by Captain Hastings, is lively and stimulating, like a fine black coffee, in this welcome addition to the Christie canon.
Library Journal
Charles Osborne, a theater critic and Christie biographer, has transformed the author's 1930 three-act play into a novel. Christie's many fans will undoubtedly clamor for this 'new' Poirot adventure.
Pam Lambert
Coffee's retro flavor is the real deal. . . .for a gracious pick-me-up, it's just what the butler ordered. -- People
San Jose Mercury News
A bauble for Christie buffs.
Richmond Times-Dispatch
Intricate, knockout plotting...A fast, entertaining read.
London Sunday Telegraph
Lively and light-hearted.
The Wall Street Journal
Undeniably appealing.
Midwest Book Review
A brilliant rendition.
Arizona Daily Star
Great fun.
Indianapolis Star
A first-rate job.
Kirkus Reviews
A brand-new Agatha Christie novel based on material nearly 70 years old. Christie's biographer Osborne has adapted the legendary web-spinner's first play (1929) to novel length, exhuming Hercule Poirot and Captain Arthur Hastings (who, operating here as Poirot's sidekick but not his amanuensis, has precious little to do) and preserving the endearingly creaky conventions of Christie's whodunit recipe. Noted atomic scientist Sir Claud Amory, on the eve of dispatching his formula for a powerful new explosive to the Ministry of Defense, realizes that someone in his family circle has filched the formula from his safe. Asking Poirot, whom he has already invited to visit him, to move up his arrival time, Sir Claud does the gentlemanly thing by assembling the suspects, telling them what he has discovered, turning out the lights, and inviting the thief to return the formula. Predictably, Poirot and Hastings arrive at the height of this failed experiment, just in time to realize that the thief has not only declined to return the formula but has fatally poisoned Sir Claud. Of the suspects—the scientist's impecunious son and his Italian wife, Sir Claud's dry-eyed niece and her spinster aunt, his private secretary, and an unexpected house guest—Osborne obviously believes the less said the better; and the plot, lacking the conceptual brilliance of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and And Then There Were None, is no more than pleasantly serviceable. Still, the country-house atmosphere is suitably genteel, and the story holds its own with Christie's undistinguished contemporaneous novels—The Mystery of the Blue Train, The Seven Dials Mystery, and The Murder atthe Vicarage.
From the Publisher
"Poirot ... is lively and stimulating, like a fine black coffee, in this welcome addition to the Christie canon." — Publishers Weekly
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061739323
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/28/2004
  • Series: Hercule Poirot Series
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 100
  • Sales rank: 91,549
  • File size: 433 KB

Meet the Author

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie is the most widely published author of all time, outsold only by the Bible and Shakespeare. Her books have sold more than a billion copies in English and another billion in a hundred foreign languages. She died in 1976. Sophie Hannah is the internationally bestselling author of nine psychological thrillers, which have been published in more than 20 countries and adapted for television. Sophie is an Honorary Fellow of Lucy Cavendish College, Cambridge, and as a poet has been shortlisted for the TS Eliot Prize.

Biography

Agatha Christie is the world's best-known mystery writer. Her books have sold over a billion copies in the English language, and another billion in 44 foreign languages. She is the most widely published author of all time in any language, outsold only by the Bible and Shakespeare. Her writing career spanned more than half a century, during which she wrote 79 novels and a short story collection, as well as 14 plays, one of which, The Mousetrap, is the longest running play in history. Two of the characters she created, the brilliant Belgian detective Hercule Poirot and the irrepressible and relentless Miss Marple, went on to become world famous detectives. Both have been widely dramatized in feature films and made-for-TV movies. Agatha Christie died in 1976.

Author biography courtesy of Random House, Inc.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Mary Westmacott (used for her romantic fiction)
    1. Date of Birth:
      September 15, 1890
    2. Place of Birth:
      Torquay, Devon, England
    1. Date of Death:
      January 12, 1976

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First Chapter

ONE

Hercule Poirot sat at breakfast in his small but agreeably cosy flat in Whitehall Mansions. He had enjoyed his brioche and his cup of hot chocolate. Unusually, for he was a creature of habit and rarely varied his breakfast routine, he had asked his valet, George, to make him a second cup of chocolate. While he was awaiting it, he glanced again at the morning's post which lay on his breakfast table.

Meticulously tidy as always, he had placed the discarded envelopes in one neat pile. They had been opened very carefully, with the paper-knife in the form of a miniature sword which his old friend Hastings had given him for a birthday many years ago. A second pile contained those communications he found of no interest -- circulars, mostly -- which in a moment he would ask George to dispose of. The third pile consisted of those letters which would require an answer of some kind, or at least an acknowledgement. These would be dealt with after breakfast, and in any case not before ten o'clock. Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten. When he was on a case -- ah, well, of course that was different. He remembered that once he and Hastings had set out well before dawn in order to --

But, no, Poirot did not want his thoughts to dwell on the past. The happy past. Their last case, involving an international crime organization known as The Big Four, had been brought to a satisfactory conclusion, and Hastings had returned to the Argentine, his wife and his ranch. Though his old friend was temporarily back in London on business connected with the ranch, it was highly unlikely that Poirot and he would find themselves working together again to solve a crime. Was that why Hercule Poirot was feeling restless on this fine spring morning in May 1934? Ostensibly retired, he had been lured out of that retirement more than once when an especially interesting problem had been presented to him. He had enjoyed being on the scent again, with Hastings by his side to act as a kind of sounding board for his ideas and theories. But nothing of professional interest had presented itself to Poirot for several months. Were there no imaginative crimes and criminals any more? Was it all violence and brutality, the kind of sordid murder or robbery which was beneath his, Poirot's, dignity to investigate?

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival, silently at his elbow, of George with that second and welcome cup of chocolate. Welcome not only because Poirot would enjoy the rich, sweet taste, but also because it would enable him to postpone, for a few more minutes, the realization that the day, a fine sunny morning, stretched before him with nothing more exciting in prospect than a constitutional in the park and a walk through Mayfair to his favourite restaurant in Soho, where he would lunch alone on -- what, now? -- perhaps a little pate to begin, and then the sole bonne femme, followed by --

He became aware that George, having placed the chocolate on the table, was addressing him. The impeccable and imperturbable George, an intensely English, rather wooden-faced individual, had been with Poirot for some time now, and was all that he wished in the way of a valet. Completely incurious, and extraordinarily reluctant to express a personal opinion on any subject, George was a mine of information about the English aristocracy, and as fanatically neat as the great detective himself. Poirot had more than once said to him, "You press admirably the trousers, George, but the imagination, you possess it not." Imagination, however, Hercule Poirot possessed in abundance. The ability to press a pair of trousers properly was, in his opinion, a rare accomplishment. Yes, he was indeed fortunate in having George to look after him.

"-- and so I took the liberty, sir, of promising that you would return the call this morning," George was saying.

"I do beg your pardon, my dear George,'' replied Poirot. "My attention was wandering. Someone has telephoned, you say?''

"Yes, sir. It was last night, sir, while you were out at the theatre with Mrs. Oliver. I had retired to bed before you arrived home, and thought it unnecessary to leave a message for you at that late hour.''

"Who was it who called?''

"The gentleman said he was Sir Claud Amory, sir. He left his telephone number, which would appear to be somewhere in Surrey. The matter, he said, was a somewhat delicate one, and when you rang you were not to give your name to anyone else, but were to insist on speaking to Sir Claud himself.''

"Thank you, George. Leave the telephone number on my desk,'' said Poirot. ``I shall ring Sir Claud after I have perused this morning's Times. It is still a trifle early in the morning for telephoning, even on somewhat delicate matters.''

George bowed and departed, while Poirot slowly finished his cup of chocolate and then repaired to the balcony with that morning's newspaper.

A few minutes later The Times had been laid aside. The international news was, as usual, depressing. That terrible Hitler had turned the German courts into branches of the Nazi party, the Fascists had seized power in Bulgaria and, worst of all, in Poirot's own country, Belgium, forty-two miners were feared dead after an explosion at a mine near Mons. The home news was little better. Despite the misgivings of officials, women competitors at Wimbledon were to be allowed to wear shorts this summer. Nor was there much comfort in the obituaries, for people Poirot's age and younger seemed intent on dying.

His newspaper abandoned, Poirot lay back in his comfortable wicker chair, his feet on a small stool. Sir Claud Amory, he thought to himself. The name struck a chord, surely? He had heard it somewhere. Yes, this Sir Claud was well-known in some sphere or other. But what was it? Was he a politician? A barrister? A retired civil servant? Sir Claud Amory. Amory.

The balcony faced the morning sun, and Poirot found it warm enough to bask in for a moment or two. Soon it would become too warm for him, for he was no sun- worshipper. "When the sun drives me inside,'' he mused, "then I will exert myself and consult the Who's Who. If this Sir Claud is a person of some distinction, he will surely be included in that so admirable volume. If he is not--?'' The little detective gave an expressive shrug of his shoulders. An inveterate snob, he was already predisposed in Sir Claud's favour by virtue of his title. If he were to be found in Who's Who, a volume in which the details of Poirot's own career could also be discovered, then perhaps this Sir Claud was someone with a valid claim on his, Hercule Poirot's, time and attention.

A quickening of curiosity and a sudden cool breeze combined to send Poirot indoors. Entering his library, he went to a shelf of reference books and took down the thick red volume whose title, Who's Who, was embossed in gold on its spine. Turning the pages, he came to the entry he sought, and read aloud.

AMORY, Sir Claud (Herbert); Kt. 1927; b. 24 Nov. 1878. m. 1907, Helen Graham (d. 1929); one s. Educ: Weymouth Gram. Sch.: King's Coll.: London. Research Physicist GEC Laboratories, 1905; RAE Farnborough (Radio Dept.), 1916; Air Min. Research Establishment, Swanage, 1921; demonstrated a new Principle for accelerating particles: the travelling wave linear accelerator, 1924. Awarded Monroe Medal of Physical Soc. Publications: papers in learned journals. Address: Abbot's Cleve, nr. Market Cleve, Surrey. T: Market Cleve 304. Club: Athenaeum.

"Ah, yes,'' Poirot mused. "The famous scientist.'' He remembered a conversation he had had some months previously with a member of His Majesty's government, after Poirot had retrieved some missing documents whose contents could have proved embarrassing. They had talked of security, and the politician had admitted that security measures in general were not sufficiently stringent. "For instance,'' he had said, "what Sir Claud Amory is working on now is of such fantastic importance in any future war-- but he refuses to work under laboratory conditions where he and his invention can be properly guarded. Insists on working alone at his house in the country. No security at all. Frightening.''

I wonder, Poirot thought to himself as he replaced Who's Who on the bookshelf, I wonder -- can Sir Claud want to engage Hercule Poirot to be a tired old watchdog? The inventions of war, the secret weapons, they are not for me. If Sir Claud --

The telephone in the next room rang, and Poirot could hear George answering it. A moment later, the valet appeared. "It's Sir Claud Amory again, sir,'' he said.

Poirot went to the phone. "'Allo. It is Hercule Poirot who speaks,'' he announced into the mouthpiece.

"Poirot? We've not met, though we have acquaintances in common. My name is Amory, Claud Amory--''

"I have heard of you, of course, Sir Claud,'' Poirot responded.

"Look here, Poirot. I've got a devilishly tricky problem on my hands. Or rather, I might have. I can't be certain. I've been working on a formula to bombard the atom--I won't go into details, but the Ministry of Defence regards it as of the utmost importance. My work is now complete, and I've produced a formula from which a new and deadly explosive can be made. I have reason to suspect that a member of my household is attempting to steal the formula. I can't say any more now, but I should be greatly obliged if you would come down to Abbot's Cleve for the weekend, as my house-guest. I want you to take the formula back with you to London, and hand it over to a certain person at the Ministry. There are good reasons why a Ministry courier can't do the job. I need someone who is ostensibly an unobtrusive, unscientific member of the public but who is also astute enough--''

Sir Claud talked on. Hercule Poirot, glancing across at the reflection in the mirror of his bald, egg-shaped head and his elaborately waxed moustache, told himself that he had never before, in a long career, been considered unobtrusive, nor did he so consider himself. But a weekend in the country and a chance to meet the distinguished scientist could be agreeable, plus, no doubt, the suitably expressed thanks of a grateful government -- and merely for carrying in his pocket from Surrey to Whitehall an obscure, if deadly, scientific formula.

"I shall be delighted to oblige you, my dear Sir Claud,'' he interrupted. "I shall arrange to arrive on Saturday afternoon, if that is convenient to you, and return to London, with whatever you wish me to take with me, on Monday morning. I look forward greatly to making your acquaintance.''

Curious, he thought, as he replaced the receiver. Foreign agents might well be interested in Sir Claud's formula, but could it really be the case that someone in the scientist's own household--? Ah well, doubtless more would be revealed during the course of the weekend.

"George,'' he called, ``please take my heavy tweed suit and my dinner jacket and trousers to the cleaner's. I must have them back by Friday, as I am going to the Country for the Weekend.'' He made it sound like the Steppes of Central Asia and for a lifetime.

Then, turning to the phone, he dialled a number and waited for a few moments before speaking. "My dear Hastings,'' he began, "would you not like to have a few days away from your business concerns in London? Surrey is very pleasant at this time of the year''

Black Coffee. Copyright (c) 1997 by Agatha Christie, Limited. Afterword (c) 1998 by Agatha Christie, Limited. All rights reserved. Published by St. Martin's Press, Inc. New York, NY

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2006

    Misses Agatha's boat!

    Black Coffee is not a bad story, but it is oh so obviously NOT Agatha's wonderful writing which fills in the spaces between the dialog. The writer said that Poirot was ever the snob and my jaw dropped. Poirot is egotistical, yes, but he is no snob - his interrogations of servants, for example, are oh so kind and gentle. He does not suffer crooks or fools, but his heart is full of kindness - all reasons why I find him so loveable.

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  • Posted July 6, 2011

    Classic Mystery that still inspires!

    If you like reading and mysteries, try reading this classic mystery Black Coffee by Agatha Christie, the dame of mysteries! Black Coffee is one of many books devoted to the mysteries solved by Hercule Poirot. In this book, the famous detective Monsieur Poirot works to uncover the mystery of the missing formula, the chilling death of the scientist, and the true identities of a few family members. He, alongside Captain Hastings, listens to his "little gray cells," which tell him that there is a rat that needs to be caught in Poirot's trap. You'll have to read in order to find out!
    I enjoy hearing what Captain Hastings comes up with while thinking of possible explanations, and all the while, all he would have to do is look in the cups of black coffee. I had it narrowed down to three people when I started on the next to last chapter, and before I could finish the book, I was barely catching up to Mr. Hercule's theory. While many readers might want to chase after newer mysteries, I feel that they should look at the classics first because Agatha Christie is the woman who inspired many of the newer mysteries. Her intelligence is still relevant and marvelous today. I would recommend this to anyone who loves a good mystery!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2012

    Black Coffee

    I'm sorry to admit it, but this book was a bit of a disappointment. I kniw it was intended as a play, but it shoild have stayed that way. I can respect that Christie fans, like myself, love to have a new book of hers to read, but this really just didnt do it for me. I'll give a hundred star rating to any other book of hers, though.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 21, 2010

    Highly Recommend

    As usual Poirot's little gray cells figured it all out before I could!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 10, 2009

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    Black Coffee written in the expected style of Agatha Christie

    As always, great detail is given to the characters involved. The location of the crime is layed out immediately, and then a look at each character is begun. Personal attitudes and possible character blemishes are shared to develop the characters providing a need to know more about the person. That is what makes it a great read. You know immediately that suspects are being developed. Along the way you get to enjoy descriptions of the era, the way of life, the and a trip into the past. This is expected from each and every Agatha Christie book. And it never gets old because it's what you want. Great for traveling or a quick read anytime when the objective is to relax and leave your stress behind.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 10, 2009

    Good catching title

    The plot was very good and the characters were teasers -- you wanted to know more about the people and the subplots

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2003

    Great deception

    Very intellegent book. It will surprise you, and you will think you know the end. But the solution will be as visable as the bottom of a cup of Black Coffee.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2002

    Pretty Good...

    This book was really entertaining and a great murder mystery. If you're looking for a good book to be read in an hour or two - pick up this one!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2001

    Nothing like Agatha Christie.

    I have read every Agatha Christie book that I could find and without paying attention picked this book up. As I was reading it I was thinking 'boring', I was even able to figure out 'whodunit'. Then I figured out that it wasn't really an Agatha Christie book, and it all made sense.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2000

    Not the same

    Black Coffee was all right, but it wasn't as exciting as the others. There wasn't much action throughout the story.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2000

    Bad Book

    This book had no flavor to it. There was nothing interesting that went on during the story, and it made your mind wander off somewhere else. One of very few books that I couldn't finish.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 1999

    It was Outstanding

    I'm a huge fan of Christie and this is one of her best! It's a classic and Very hard to figure out. I loved Pioret and Hastings

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted April 8, 2013

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    13

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2012

    Myth

    Spread gods word system? is having a meeting here. For insructions please go to: prayer 2nd result.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2000

    Excellent Book So Far....

    I think that the book so far I have read was wonderful. It makes me think who killed Sir Claud. The story line was fantastic and Agatha Christie would enjoy it if she was still alive. Fans who loves Agatha Christie will love to read BLACK COFFEE.

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