From Notebook 4 a tantalising glimpse of a project, never realised, from the 1960s.

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Fully revised and expanded edition published 2016

First published in Great Britain in two volumes by HarperCollinsPublishers as Agatha Christie’s Secret Notebooks and Murder in the Making 2009, 2011

Copyright © John Curran 2009, 2011, 2016

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Dedication

For

Joseph, Conor,

Francis, Oisin and Lorcan

And for

Mathew, Lucy and Mahler,

without whom …

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Foreword

Introduction

Preface: Shadows in Sunlight

1. The Beginning of a Career

2. The Evidence of the Notebooks

3. Agatha Christie at Work

4. Rule of Three

5. Crime Writers in the Notebooks

Part I: The First Decade

The Mysterious Affair at Styles

The Man in the Brown Suit

The Secret of Chimneys/Chimneys

The Mystery of the Blue Train

My Favourite Stories and ‘The Man Who Knew’

Part II: The Second Decade

‘The Bird with the Broken Wing’

‘Manx Gold’

The Murder at the Vicarage

The Sittaford Mystery

‘The Mystery of the Baghdad/Spanish Chest’

Peril at End House

‘The Second Gong’

‘Death on the Nile’

Lord Edgware Dies

Three Act Tragedy

Death in the Clouds

‘How Does Your Garden Grow?’

The ABC Murders

‘Problem at Sea’

‘Triangle at Rhodes’

‘The Regatta Mystery’

Murder in Mesopotamia

‘Murder in the Mews’

Dumb Witness

‘The Incident of the Dog’s Ball’

Death on the Nile

‘The Dream’

Appointment with Death

‘How I Created Hercule Poirot’

Hercule Poirot’s Christmas

And Then There Were None

Part III: The Third Decade

Sad Cypress

One,Two, Buckle my Shoe

‘Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds’

Evil under the Sun

N or M?

‘The Case of the Caretaker’s Wife’

The Body in the Library

Five Little Pigs

The Moving Finger

Towards Zero

‘Strange Jest’

Death Comes as the End

Sparkling Cyanide

The Hollow

Three Blind Mice/The Mousetrap

The Labours of Hercules

‘The Capture of Cerberus’

Butter in a Lordly Dish

Taken at the Flood

Crooked House

Part IV: The Fourth Decade

A Murder is Announced

They Came to Baghdad

Mrs McGinty’s Dead

They Do It With Mirrors

After the Funeral

A Pocket Full of Rye

Personal Call

Destination Unknown

Spider’s Web

Hickory Dickory Dock

Dead Man’s Folly

‘Greenshaw’s Folly’

4.50 from Paddington

The Unexpected Guest

Ordeal by Innocence

Cat among the Pigeons

Part V: The Fifth Decade

The Pale Horse

The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side

Rule of Three

The Clocks

A Caribbean Mystery

At Bertram’s Hotel

Third Girl

Endless Night

By the Pricking of my Thumbs

Hallowe’en Party

Part VI: The Sixth Decade

Passenger to Frankfurt

Nemesis

Fiddler’s Three

Elephants Can Remember

Akhnaton

Postern of Fate

Curtain: Poirot’s Last Case

Sleeping Murder

Postscript: Unused Ideas

Appendix I: Chronology of Titles

Appendix II: Alphabetical List of Titles

Endnotes

Index of Titles

Acknowledgements

About the Publisher

Foreword

When John Curran’s book Agatha Christie’s Secret Notebooks was published in 2009, the reading public was given something very rare: perhaps the most complete document for any author of the notes and sketches of their novels. Reading the book was like studying the preliminary sketches of any great artist, and in doing so we automatically found ourselves searching for clues. It gave us an insight into the workings of Agatha Christie’s mind – plus the gift of two new unpublished Poirot stories!

John Curran not only gives us the facts of what is written in Mrs Christie’s notebooks, but he uses conjecture firmly based upon these facts to show us how her remarkable novels came to be written. He even manages to get into her mind and into her psychology. He studies her life and her relationships (both personal and professional), and places these facts together with what is in her ‘secret’ notebooks to inform us how she wrote and how her writings were influenced by her daily life and the current affairs of the time.

Poirot is often heard to exclaim to Hastings, ‘The facts, Hastings … the facts!’ These for Poirot are the most important matters to ‘arrange’. And now John Curran in his book becomes himself the veritable Hercule – well … almost!

DAVID SUCHET

Notes dated 1965 in Notebook 27 summarising the early chapters of An Autobiography, eventually published in 1977.

Introduction

Quite a few years ago, my first wife, Angela, and I made a trip to Calgary in western Canada to see a world premiere of a very early Agatha Christie play called Chimneys. At the first reception we met a quiet, bespectacled Irishman called John Curran. He took with his customary good humour my opening gambit that he must be mad to travel from Dublin to Calgary to see an Agatha Christie play and we have been friends ever since.

After my parents died at Greenway in Devon, which has recently been taken over by the National Trust (and has just been reopened), John was a frequent visitor. Most people who visit Greenway are transfixed by the gardens and the walks by the river. Not John. He spent all his time in the ‘fax room’, a room on the first floor about ten feet by four in which the Agatha Christie archive was kept. He had to be prised out for meals, sometimes spending 12 hours a day immersed in the history of Agatha Christie’s work.

It was here that John’s love affair with Agatha Christie’s Notebooks blossomed, and neither he nor I could believe our (and your) good fortune when HarperCollins agreed to publish John’s book about them. I think you will find that his fascination and enthusiasm for them emerge very clearly.

I never cease to be astounded that over 30 years since she died, interest in every aspect of Agatha Christie’s life and work is still at fever pitch. To John’s credit, he has always concentrated on her work, leaving to others more morbid fascination about the person behind the books, and here is a book which deals with the very kernel, the raw material of all this great work. It is highly personal and certainly a piece of literary history. John has produced a treat for us all – I hope you enjoy it.

MATHEW PRICHARD

PREFACE

Shadows in Sunlight – Interlude at Greenway, Summer 1954

As she watches the river below, a pleasure steamer chugs towards Dartmouth, sun glinting on the water in its wake. The laughter of the holidaymakers on board reaches her vantage point in the Battery, and the dog at her feet raises his head peering inquisitively towards the river. A drowsy bee is the only other sound that disturbs her peace. Elsewhere in this haven the gardener, Frank, is busy preparing for the flower show and Mathew is following the treasure hunt she set for him, but here in this semicircular battlement at the edge of the garden overlooking the river she has peace. And a temporary solitude to think about her next project after a wonderful period of leisure – eating the glorious produce of the garden and swimming in the sea and picnicking on the nearby moors and lazing on the lawn and enjoying the company of her family and friends.

She knows that if she lets her mind wander inspiration will come; after all, for over 35 years her imagination has never let her down and there is no reason to suppose that in this tranquil setting it will fail her. She gazes vaguely around. Just visible to her left is the roof of the Boathouse, and behind and to the right the garden continues its upward climb towards the imposing Georgian house. She can now hear occasional rustles in the undergrowth as Mathew follows her trail of clues.

If he has followed them properly he should, by now, be heading in the direction of the tennis court … Wonder if he’ll spot the tennis ball … it has the next clue. Very like a detective story really … but more fun and less planning … and no editing or proofreading … and nobody writes to you afterwards and points out mistakes … But if there were a few participants it would be even better – more fun and more of a contest. Perhaps next time I could arrange for some of Max’s nephews to join him and that would make it more exciting. Or the next time I have a garden party for the local school … maybe I could work in the Battery and the Boathouse … although the Boathouse could seem slightly sinister … especially if you were there on your own …

She is now gazing unseeingly over the river and imagining her surroundings in a more ominous light …

If the lawn was a scene of light-hearted enjoyment … a family event … no, it would need more people than that … a garden party … a fund-raiser? For the Scouts or the Guides – they were always in need of funds … yes, possibilities there … There could be stalls on the lawn and teas in a tent, perhaps by the magnolia … people in and out of the house … a fortune-teller and a bottle stall … and confusion about where everyone was … And elsewhere in the grounds a darker force at work … unrecognised … unsuspected … What about here in the Battery? No – too open and … too … too … unmenacing, and you couldn’t really hide a body here; but the Boathouse … now, that has possibilities – far enough away to be lonely, down those rickety steps, and yet perfectly accessible to anyone. And you can lock the door … and it can be reached from the river …

What about Mrs Oliver? … perfect for planning a treasure hunt … and it could go wrong for some reason and somebody dies. Let’s see … how about a murder hunt instead of a treasure hunt … like Cluedo except around a real house and grounds instead of a board. Now, Poirot or Marple … Marple or Poirot … can’t see Miss M walking around Greenway, bad enough for Poirot but not really credible that she would … and she doesn’t know Mrs Oliver anyway, and I have to use her … So … Mrs O would have to bring in Poirot for some reason … perhaps she could call him down to the house on some pretext … she needs his help with some of the clues? … or could he know the Chief Constable … but I’ve used that a few times already … how about handing out the prize for the winner of the hunt …

She reaches into her bag and extracts a large red notebook …

Not really suitable for carrying around but to use the Scouts’ own motto – be prepared. Now, I’m sure there’s a pen here somewhere … Best to get this down while it is still fresh – it can be changed later but I think the basic idea has distinct possibilities.

She opens the notebook, finds an empty page and starts to write.

Basic ideas usable

Mrs Oliver summons Poirot

She is at Greenway – professional job – arranging a Treasure Hunt or a Murder Hunt for the Conservative Fete, which is to be held there –

She is totally absorbed, covering the pages with characteristically large, sprawling handwriting, getting ideas down on paper even if they are to be discarded at a later stage. The real Greenway has disappeared as she peoples it with the children of her imagination: foreign students, girl guides, boy scouts, murder hunt solvers, policemen – and Hercule Poirot.

Some ideas

Hiker (girl?) from hostel Next door – really Lady Bannerman

Yes, the youth hostel next door could be put to some good use … foreign students … possibilities of disguising one of them as … who? They’re always coming and going and nobody knows who they are – they could be anyone, really. A girl is easier to disguise than a man … perhaps she could double as the lady of the house. Mmmmm, that would mean nobody really knowing her well … perhaps she could be ill … an invalid … always in her room … or stupid and nobody pays attention to her … or recently married and new to everyone. But then someone from her past arrives … her real husband, maybe … or a lover … or a relative … and she has to get rid of them …

Young wife recognised by someone who knows she is married already – blackmail?

I can adapt one of the treasure hunts I’ve done for Mathew and work in the Boathouse somehow … and invent Mrs Oliver’s hunt … I could use the Cluedo idea of weapons and suspects … but with a real body instead of a pretend one …

Mrs Oliver’s plan

The Weapons

Revolver – Knife – Clothes Line

Who will I murder? The foreign student … no, she has to be part of the plan … someone very unexpected then … how about the lord of the manor? … no, too clichéd … needs to have impact … what about a stranger? … but who … and that brings a lot of problems … I’ll leave that for next year maybe … How about a child? … needs to be handled carefully but I could make it a not-very-nice child … perhaps the pretend body, could be one of the scouts, turns out to be really dead … or, better again, a girl guide … she could be nosy and have seen something she shouldn’t … Don’t think I’ve had a child victim before …

Points to be decided – Who first chosen for victim?

(?a) ‘Body’ to be Boy Scout in boat house – key of which has to be found by ‘clues’

She gazes abstractedly into the distance, blind to the panoramic view of the river and the wooded hillside opposite. She is Poirot, taking afternoon tea in the drawing room, carefully exiting through the French windows and wandering down through the garden. She is Hattie, intent on preserving her position and money at all costs. She is Mrs Oliver, distractedly plotting, discarding, amending, changing …

Next bits – P at house – wandering up to Folly – Finds?

Hattie goes in as herself – she changes her clothes and emerges (from boathouse? Folly? fortune teller’s tent?) as student from Hostel

Now, I have to provide a few family members … how about an elderly mother … she could live in the Gate Lodge. If I make her mysterious, readers will think she is ‘it’ … little old ladies are always good as suspects. Could she know something from years earlier? … perhaps she knew Hattie from somewhere … or thinks she does … or make Poirot think she does, which is almost as good … Let’s see …

Mrs Folliat? suspicious character – really covering up for something she saw. Or an old crime – a wife who ‘ran away’

She stops writing and listens as a voice approaches the Battery calling ‘Nima, Nima.’

‘Here, Mathew,’ she calls and a tousled 11-year-old runs down the steps.

‘I found the treasure, I found the treasure,’ he chants excitedly, clutching a half-crown.

‘Well done. I hope it wasn’t too difficult?’

‘Not really. The clue in the tennis court took me a while but then I spotted the ball at the base of the net.’

‘I thought that one would puzzle you,’ she smiles.

She closes the notebook and puts it away in her bag. Hercule Poirot’s questioning of Mrs Folliat and the identity of a possible second victim will have to wait.

‘Come on,’ she says. ‘Let’s see if there is anything nice to eat in the house.’

Agatha Christie, Queen of Crime, is finished for the day and Agatha Christie, grandmother, climbs the steps from the Battery in search of ice-cream for her grandson.

And the Christie for Christmas 1956 was Dead Man’s Folly.

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