
The cover painting was by Tom Adams.
She was lying on her side, her attitude natural and peaceful. But above the ear was a tiny hole with an incrustation of dried blood round it. Then Poirot's gaze fell on the white painted wall behind her and he drew in his breath sharply.
Its white neatness was marred by a big wavering letter J scrawled in some brownish-red medium. He leaned over the dead girl and very gently picked up her right hand. One finger of it was stained a brownish-red...
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