Death of Lady Magnate: The Cunning Tenant: Author: Agatha Christie Language: Arabic Publication Date: 2016 Book Format: Paperback Publisher: Jarir Bookstore Number of Pages: 234 Book Category: Short Stories and Novels Description: Hercule Poirot left the Fili Grand Mirror restaurant in Soho. He rolled up the sleeves of his coat to appear wise, not out of necessity, as it was not very cold that night. "But at my age, one cannot take any risks" — that’s what Poirot used to say. His eyes reflected a quiet pleasure; the escargot he had eaten at Fili Grand Mirror was delicious. This small, filthy restaurant was a real discovery. Reflectively, like a dog having a good hearty meal, Poirot moved his tongue around his lips, then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his mustache. Yes, he had eaten well... so what next? A passing taxi slowed down, inviting him to get in, but Poirot hesitated for a moment and showed no sign. Why take a taxi? Anyway, he would arrive home well before his bedtime. Then Poirot muttered to his mustache, saying: "Oh, how unfortunate, one can only eat three times a day..." As for afternoon tea, it was a meal he had never been accustomed to. He explained this by saying: "If a person has tea at five o'clock, they won’t go for dinner and will have the right type of digestive juices prepared. And let’s remember that dinner is the most important meal of the day!" Likewise, midday coffee did not suit him, nor did he eat chocolate and croissants for breakfast, and he would have lunch at 12:30 if possible, but certainly not after 1:00. Ultimately, he reached the peak: dinner! Those are the busy periods in Hercule Poirot’s day. He was always a man who took his stomach seriously, and he reaped the benefits as he aged. Eating now was not only a material pleasure but also an intellectual pursuit. As for the times between meals, he spent a lot of time searching for potential sources of delicious foods and examining them. Fili Grand Mirror was the result of one of those searches, and Fili Grand Mirror had just received the gourmet seal of approval from Hercule Poirot. But now, unfortunately, he had to spend the evening anyway.
