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Agatha Christie

is the best-selling novelist of all time.

The queen of crime wrote 66 murder mysteries

and dozens more plays and short stories.

We all know Agatha, don't we?

The nice old lady having tea with the vicar,

arsenic in the crumpets.

But do we really know

what was going on inside her brilliant mind?

You sit down to start a book

that has lived in your mind.

All you have to do is to write it.

Tonight, we'll delve deeper into the genius

of Agatha Christie than ever before.

We'll hear from the people who knew her best...

She listened to what anybody said,

watched what they did,

and then she made her own use of it.

And uncover the secrets

of her rarely seen archive...

I went to a room in which the entire history

of Agatha Christie's literary career was to be found.

To discover the moments

that changed Agatha's psyche forever.

She watches the century grow up

and she doesn't watch it get any better.

This is the untold story

of what made Agatha Christie tick.

She saw blood, she saw Gore,

she saw death, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

I think she had the most extraordinary mind.

Agatha was born in Torquay in Devon

on the 15th of September, 1890.

Agatha Christie was my great-grandmother.

We all referred to her as "nima," which was

my father's attempt at "grandma."

Nima and I were closer than she was

even with my mother.

She was the cement in the family.

I've always told everybody, including my grandchildren,

that nima was the best listener I ever met in my life.

She listened to what anybody said,

she watched what they did,

and then she made her own use of it.

Agatha watched,

she listened, and she also did something remarkable...

she recorded everything.

Agatha's family have granted US access

to this rarely seen treasure trove

of manuscripts, letters, and diaries.

They are the key

to understanding exactly how her mind worked.

Hidden within are 73 of Agatha's rarely seen notebooks.

For decades, the significance of the notebooks

remained an enigma.

I went to a room in which the entire history

of Agatha Christie's literary career was to be found.

But now, they've been decoded

by Dr. John Curran.

The haphazardness is the clue

to Agatha Christie's phenomenal success.

These scribblings may look indecipherable,

but to John, the privilege of getting hands-on

with the notebooks has given him a tantalizing window

into Agatha's mind.

Her brain teemed with ideas.

Essentially, her notebooks were her sounding board.

That's where she brainstormed on paper.

Next to shopping lists and train times

is a fascinating discovery...

the secret way Agatha constructed her plots.

Well, one method that she did use frequently

was this idea of allocating letters

to short scenes and then re-ordering those letters.

Good example of this is the book "towards zero."

She's allocated a-b-c-d-e-f-g

up as far as "h"

to a series of little scenes.

Then she goes back and does a-d-c-b,

and then, after "b," she had written g-h,

and she scratched them out and wrote g-h

at the very beginning of all this, so she's

completely jumbled up the alphabetical sequence

till she got to the plot that she eventually was happy with.

Over the years, Agatha stored

the workings of her mind with encyclopedic precision.

But to truly understand how this inspired her writing,

we need to return to her early years.

People often ask me what made me take up writing.

You see, I put it all down to the fact

that I never had any education.

She could only educate herself,

and that left far more room for the imagination.

She had a lot of time on her own,

inventing stories, inventing games.

She wasn't taught how to think,

so she thought differently, she thought in a very lateral way.

I found myself making up stories

and acting the different parts,

and there's nothing like boredom to make you write.

Agatha's imagination was shaped

by her unconventional family.

She kind of grew up in a matriarchy, I would say.

Her father, he just went around being lovely,

and her brother, he ended up sort of taking drugs

and he actually died quite young,

so the force of the family was in the women:

The mother,

the clever sister, and the grandmothers,

both of whom kind of appear in "miss marple," I would say.

That innate wisdom really permeates the detective fiction.

Agatha channeled what she learnt about female

intuition into one of her most iconic characters,

miss marple.

It was their treatment of the note

by the body that surprised me.

The handwriting expert seemed to know his onions.

Oh, yes, it was obviously a forgery,

but we didn't need an expert to tell US that.

Agatha's childhood may have been lonely,

but she grew up in a chocolate-box world

that would later become the backdrop to many of her novels.

This setting may explain why people sometimes dismiss

Agatha's writing as so-called "cozy crime."

The truth is they have misunderstood

what really made her tick.

I think there is a huge amount of intellectual snobbery

about populist literature.

It's the kind of belief that there is absolutely no way

on god's green earth that there could be anything contained

within it other than silly froth.

It was the poker in the library

and there's a body on the floor, and somebody discovers it

after they've been playing lawn tennis,

but it doesn't really matter; Somebody comes in

and sorts it out and everyone has a sandwich,

and it's endlessly, wildly popular.

But there is a darker and more

intricate side to Agatha's writing.

I don't think there is anything "cozy" about her works.

She's infinitely more complex than that.

She's infinitely more subtle, and she is infinitely

more of a tricksy bitch.

It's just "are you paying attention to her?"

If you're not, that's fine. Read it and have fun,

and then send it back to the lending library.

If you're paying attention, you get a whole lot more.

Little details. What's that little detail over there?

Pay attention to that and think about it,

and the whole book skews on details and clues.

Sarah Phelps has adapted 5 of Agatha's works.

Need tickets, please. Need tickets.

In "the abc murders,"

little details and clues drive

Agatha's sophisticated plot.

"The abc murders" is actually an extraordinary story.

It's one of the few books, actually, where to some extent,

the potential murderer is limitless.

A serial killer is on the loose.

The mood is disturbing

and the murders brutal.

It's not the traditional kind of locked-room mystery

or country-house murder, where, you know,

there is a limited group of suspects.

Very definitely not cozy.

Next,

Agatha's imagination gets darker.

She saw blood, she saw Gore,

she saw death, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

And her life has its own plot twist.

Without the disappearance, would she

have become the Agatha Christie that we now have?

In 1914,

as britain's troops marched into battle...

Agatha Christie took her first steps into adult life.

It's a very poignant picture for me

because, of course, I never knew nima

in those younger days,

and I think it displays a person

who perhaps had a degree more innocence

and joie de vivre at a very important stage of her life.

What is fascinating to me is

how her view of the world is shaped by the first world war.

The first world war was an opportunity

for Agatha to explore the power of medicine.

In October 1914,

she volunteered to be a nurse at her local hospital

in Torquay.

She is watching medicine change

so radically and so fast.

We start the first world war

and with having no real idea at all

about what heavy artillery is going to do to

the human body and also to the human mind.

By exposing herself to the dark reality of warfare,

Agatha built a mind bank of chilling experiences.

In 1917,

she qualified as a dispenser,

and her mind turned to

the possibilities of poison.

I always imagine that everything

for her is a grain.

In a grain of morphine, which is the difference

between pain relief and death, and balancing everything

on those tiny, tiny scales,

one grain this way

is pain relief and possible life;

one grain too far is death.

Carla Valentine is investigating

how Agatha concocted her dark methods of murder.

She saw blood, she saw Gore,

she saw death, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

She is very accurate in her forensic descriptions.

She talks about guns and silencers.

She knows about blood spatter analysis,

she knew about trajectories,

she knew about entry wounds and exit wounds,

and so she uses that in a lot of her books.

Agatha's forensic attention to detail

plays out most clearly in "death on the nile."

Poirot is cruising through Egypt

and gets embroiled in a murderous love triangle.

Entrer.

Ah, my dear colonel.

What a beautiful morning, n'est-ce pas?

I'm afraid someone's been shot.

Who?

Linnet Doyle, last night.

Shot through the head.

In "death on the nile," for example,

the victim has a specific gunshot wound.

The pistol was held close against her head.

See, where the skin is squashed?

Oui.

There was no struggle. She was shot in her sleep.

These are some really fantastic examples of gunshot wounds,

and you can see there's a huge difference.

An entry wound tends to be quite small,

and then the exit will be a lot bigger.

There's also a difference between the gun being away

from the skin and the gun being placed on the skin.

But the bullet wound showed signs of scorching, and

that is to say the revolver had been placed against her head.

And Agatha's knowledge of this is

the thing that really pushes the plot forward.

Agatha found inspiration for her murders

in the work of a home office pathologist

known as the father of forensics.

In the early 20th century,

sir Bernard Spilsbury was a media celebrity

whose discoveries were splashed

across the newspapers.

This is a really fantastic forensic specimen.

What we've got here is a stomach,

and the lining here, you can see hemorrhages,

and that's because this person has been poisoned.

But the specimen itself has been prepared

by sir Bernard Spilsbury.

He was a really famous golden-era pathologist.

She would have loved the fact

that he was a real-life Sherlock Holmes.

He was involved in all the famous cases of the time:

The brides in the bath, Dr. Crippen,

the Brighton trunk murders, so it's a nice marriage

of fact and fiction.

Agatha started writing in 1916.

After "the mysterious affair at styles,"

an Agatha Christie murder mystery

was published every year.

Our access to Agatha's archive

is a rare opportunity to hear

her insights in her words.

How awful the first day is always,

when you really sit down to start writing the book

that has lived in your mind,

that's had notes made for it and a skeleton...

And the whole thing is there, laid out, ready.

But, on December the 4th, 1926,

Agatha's life took an unexpected twist.

Her car was abandoned in the surrey countryside.

The best-selling novelist of all time

had disappeared.

It started quite small in the papers,

and then it suddenly went mammoth.

The papers were just covered in it.

Is she disguised as a man? Is she this? Is she dead?

It was... A massive, massive sensation.

For 11 days,

nobody knew where Agatha Christie had gone.

What was really going on in Agatha's mind?

On Christmas Eve, 1914,

Agatha Miller

became Agatha Christie.

She met Archie right at the beginning

of the first world war.

She decided she loved Archie, so, despite the fact

that a war was starting, they got married,

and he went away and did his bit in the war.

Then he returned,

and they hadn't got a lot of money,

but they did the best they could.

Until that stage, I think they were quite happy.

I don't think that I really

considered myself as a bona fide author.

Married woman was a profession in itself,

and it was my profession.

That was my status. That was my occupation.

As a side line, I wrote books.

In 1926,

Agatha published a book that would turn her

into a household name.

The literary world was ready to receive her.

She had written this wonderful book

called "the murder of Roger Ackroyd."

The world was her oyster then,

as far as a crime writer

was concerned, and this was

the precursor to the years

which were unquestionably the unhappiest of nima's life.

So, in April 1926, her mother died.

What she was clinging to was the thought that Archie would

come to the house, and they were going to go on holiday together.

And what happened was that Archie came to the house

in August 1926 and said, "I've fallen in love

with another woman and I'd like a divorce."

Archie had fallen in love

with a lady called Nancy Neele.

She's Agatha Christie, so what does she do?

She makes up a plot.

In her plot, there's a kind of devious innocence

to this disappearance that I think is very typical of her.

She arrived at what was then called a hydro.

It was like a spa

and is now the old swan hotel.

She turned up at about 7:00 on the evening

of Saturday, the 4th of December

and that she signed the register,

calling herself "Teresa Neele,"

I.e. The surname of her husband's girlfriend,

Nancy Neele, and that she took a room

for 5 guineas a week.

Harrogate's, you know, it's a very lovely place.

It's the sort of place

that Agatha Christie would disappear to...

you know, cloistered, protected.

It's like the Torquay of the north.

She would have felt comfortable there.

As the police continued

their nationwide search, nobody knew Agatha

had fled to a spa in harrogate.

I think,

without the disappearance, would she

have become the Agatha Christie that we now have?

This is the great imponderable.

Would she have written the books that she wrote?

Nearly a century later,

the mystery behind Agatha's disappearance

is still hotly debated.

Something did happen in her mind.

She wasn't trying to publicize the book

"the murder of Roger Ackroyd," which was

what was going on at the time.

It was just that she was desperate.

I think she wanted to see what people would do

and what people would say in the presence of absence;

her absence, most specifically.

All of her books are about what people do

when confronted with an absence of life.

They're murder mysteries.

It was all about Archie.

She wanted to get her husband back,

and she tried everything, pleading.

Nothing had worked. He was completely obdurate.

After 11 days,

Agatha was finally discovered.

She had mastered the art of deception,

and the disappearance would influence the way

she worked up her plots for years to come.

Yes, I do find that one's friends

are curious about the way one works.

"What is your method?" They want to know.

I think the real work is done in thinking out the development

of your story and worrying about it until it comes right.

That may take quite a while.

As she weaved twists and turns through her plots,

Agatha added the mystery to her murders.

She enjoys the twists,

twisted people,

twisted stories,

then finally gives you a series of twists

that you can't believe, but you do believe.

"Witness for the prosecution"

is a perfect example of the way Agatha

uses lies to keep an audience guessing.

Leonard vole, you are charged

on indictment that you, on the 14th day of October,

killed Emily Jane French.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

There's a surface level

of brilliant plot-making,

but for the most part, she's talking about,

you know, layers and layers of mendacity

and brilliant, brilliant lying.

You said there was blood on both cuffs?

Yes. Both cuffs?

I told you, as that is what Leonard said.

No, Mrs. Harvey, you said, "he told me

to wash the cuffs. They had blood on them."

Did you wash both cuffs? I remember now.

It was only one cuff I washed.

Another lie, then?

She loves the disturbing,

she loves to play something that, uh, you think is

one thing and then is revealed to be not.

Perhaps your memory as to other parts

of your story is equally untrustworthy.

You originally told the police that the blood

on the jacket came from a cut caused

by a slip when carving ham!

I said so, yes, but it was not true.

More lies.

It's the art of making US fall in love with the liar

and not realizing they're lying and feel completely betrayed

when you do discover that they are lying,

they're sort of damaged.

The question the jury must ask themselves

is were you lying then, or are you lying now?!

And I think that's what keeps US,

for the most part, sort of so intrigued

by her novels, 'cause we love a good liar.

Coming up...

I think her mind shifted fundamentally

into that of, if you like, the onlooker.

Agatha's curiosity takes her to the middle east.

She said, "that's when I became a writer."

And she discovers the darkest corners

of the human psyche.

You are going to twist on the pin

that you're impaled upon, but there's nothing you can do

because here it comes.

In 1928,

Agatha Christie's inquiring mind

began to explore a place

that would inspire some of her best writing,

the middle east.

What lit the blue touch paper, so to speak,

was her ability

to find a new life,

which started with a trip to Iraq.

I felt, well, it is my risk,

but I believe it is worth taking a risk.

I had had so much publicity

and have been caused so much misery by it

that I wanted things kept as quietly as possible.

After the disappearance,

Agatha's crime fiction dried up.

To distract herself from the death of her mother

and a devastating divorce,

Agatha traveled the world.

She now found herself involved

in an archaeological world far away from england.

I think then, for the first time,

she found people who were kind to her

and interested in her as a person.

Agatha lost her heart to the ancient sites

and archaeologist Max Mallowan.

I was very happy.

We had become instant and closer friends than,

it seemed to me, any friend I had ever had before.

I realized how close our companionship had been,

how we seemed to understand each other

almost before we spoke.

He wasn't the likeliest candidate for marriage,

as far as nima was concerned, but I think

it was born of probably both their needs

to have someone who they could trust around them

whilst they pursued careers

that were in neither case orthodox,

and she began to regain her confidence.

It had never occurred to me

that Max and I would be or ever could be on those terms.

We were friends.

Quite suddenly,

I felt that nothing in the world

would be as happy

and delightful as being married to him.

I felt it was appropriate that her second husband was

an archaeologist because it was like an excavation,

getting to grips with this lady and her extraordinary mind.

Surrounded by arabian wonders,

Agatha changed the way she observed the world around her.

She became an expert photographer

and helped with the photographing of the finds.

Filmed by Agatha,

this footage is a rare opportunity

to see the world through her eyes.

I think her mind shifted fundamentally

into that of, if you like, the onlooker.

She was obviously inspired by all

of her surroundings; I mean, you know, a lot

of the books are based around her travels.

Her hunger for travel,

which wasn't just "let me go first-class

and sit in a hotel and have a cocktail."

It was getting stuck in there and being

really, really interested in the country she went to,

and I think that was very much

key to the way her mind worked

and her subsequent success.

As Agatha broadened her horizons,

her spirit was renewed

and her mind awoken.

She said, "that's when I became a writer."

Agatha's imagination was now unstoppable,

so much so that her experience

of a trivial train delay would become immortalized

in one of her most popular books.

I summoned the hotel clerk

and made him book me

a seat on the orient express

for 3 days' time.

In 1931,

Agatha traveled from Istanbul

on what she described as "the train of my dreams"...

The orient express.

Agatha recalled the journey in a letter she sent to Max:

"My darling, what a journey!

"Started out from Istanbul in a violent thunderstorm.

"We went very slowly during the night,

and about 3 A.M. stopped altogether."

After the rain turned to snow,

she was stranded for two days.

In 2017, Agatha's most famous book

was further celebrated on the silver screen.

"Murder on the orient express"

is remarkably similar to Agatha's

own troubled journey.

There is a train stuck in a snowdrift with these

13 characters on it.

But Agatha gives the story a plot twist.

One of these characters ends up dead,

and poirot is obviously on hand to detect it.

As we are snowbound, I have elected to take the case

and find for my friend, monsieur bouc, the criminal.

And why you?

My name is hercule poirot,

and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.

Agatha Christie definitely had a view of right and wrong.

Interestingly, I think she felt that human nature

was such that nearly all of US

actually could turn our hands to murder.

I think you see that in the books.

"Murder on the orient express," you know, is

the perfect example, where, to some extent,

all the participants are equals, so the likelihood is that it is

one of these 12 or 13 characters who've committed the crime.

If there was a murder,

then there was a murderer.

The murderer is with US

on the train, now.

It is extraordinary how well she travels

and how well she translates that all back to these stories.

She just had the most wonderful imagination.

Agatha's wanderlust helped her to build a new life,

and by the late 1930s,

once again, her dark mind was thriving.

Despite traveling the world,

Agatha's most chilling masterpiece

was inspired by burgh island in Devon.

"And then there were none" is published

in the summer of 1939, a few short weeks away

from the second world war being declared, where we were going

to be pitched cataclysmically into another bloodbath.

In the book, 8 strangers

have been invited to stay

on an isolated island.

Action begets action begets action.

There's a terrible fate, and it's coming for you,

and there is no mitigation.

You're going to twist on the pin that you're impaled upon,

but there's nothing you can do because here it comes.

Get up!

Get up!

It's like being held in the white eye of god.

It is cruel, it is unflinching,

it is brutal, and I loved it.

Let's just quickly break it down as a plot.

It looks like a parlor game:

The mercenary, the general,

the judge, the spinster, schoolteacher, Butler.

Bit by bit, the veneers are

stripped away from these people, and they're

confronted with the terrible thing that they've done.

You are charged with

the following indictments:

Edward George Armstrong,

that you murdered Louisa...

Who is this? I don't know, sir.

Emily Caroline Brent,

that you murdered Beatrice Taylor.

Who is this? What's the meaning of this?

William Henry Blore,

that you did murder James Steven Landor...

Each of the strangers

have committed a murder

and escaped justice.

You'd think to yourself that if you killed somebody,

you'd expect, you know, that you're haunted by this.

That you did murder 21 men.

But no, all these people have carried on functioning

in society; They've gone on with living, they're not bothered.

Agatha wrote part of the novel

when she stayed on burgh island.

On a wind-scoured rock,

where nobody can see them and no... and they can't see anybody,

where they're entirely isolated,

and they're dying one by one and they know that they

are going to be picked off, and there is nothing they can do.

"And then there were none," in lots of ways,

is the darkest of all her novels,

and the more you get into it, the darker it becomes.

It is a story of what lies behind guilt, what amounts

to a crime, and, you know, what is justice.

I think that there is justice and that there is

obliteration for the sheer hell of it.

As Agatha reached the peak of her dark powers,

the outbreak of the second world war threatened her output.

The war years did not seem like years.

They were a nightmare,

a bad dream

in which reality stopped

and the nightmare took over.

As bombs battered London,

Agatha retreated to a safe haven

in the north of the city.

In 1941, she ended up

at really quite an unlikely place...

this modernist block, the isokon.

She really loved it.

She said to Max, "it's not beautiful,

"but whenever I pass that funny old block

like a white ship, I think, oh, I was so happy there."

On the face of it, it's a surprising building

for Agatha Christie to have lived in.

You know, cozy, chintzy Agatha, you'd think, oh,

she'd have a big room with big, plush chairs

and all that kind of thing, but, of course,

Agatha was much more complicated than that.

Agatha's wartime letters

are a unique insight

into the workings of her mind.

So these are a few letters from her time here.

This one that is undated when she says,

"I should have the greatest objection to signing

"the enclosed agreement, as it seems to be for the rent of an

unfurnished flat, therefore not applicable to me at all."

So the fact that she's getting the right flat

and getting it furnished the way she wants it,

and there's something here about carpet cleaning

and that kind of thing.

She's got this ability to compartmentalize.

It shows how she could divide her attention

without any trouble whatsoever.

She could be on top of something domestic

and then write these ridiculous amount of books.

You know, at times, she was writing 3 or 4 books a year.

I mean, that is a pretty extraordinary output.

You talk to any writer about trying to come up

with that much material and to keep it original,

keep it fresh, and, you know, they would...

they would take their hat off to her.

It's almost as though the war,

the pressure, the fear of death in the air...

which it absolutely was... focused her.

It's insane.

I do realize now, looking back

over my war output, that I really produced

an incredible amount of stuff during those years of war.

This was in anticipation

of my being killed in the raids,

which seemed to me, in the highest degree,

likely.

During world war ii,

Agatha's popularity soared.

She got a larger reading public who wanted something;

something from her, wanted something from her that was

going to give them a feeling of security,

stability, closure.

Agatha's tales of crime and punishment

allowed blitz-weary britons to lose themselves

in the twists and turns of her plots.

She was very aware of audiences

wanting something different in this new landscape.

Coming up...

She herself was incredibly shy.

Agatha's retreat from the limelight...

She didn't love the public attention at all.

Reveals the woman behind the popular myth.

She shielded herself with that image,

you know, the nice old lady

having tea with the vicar

and arsenic in the crumpets.

Agatha Christie is

the best-selling novelist of all time.

Her 66 classic murder mysteries

still live on today.

She is famously only outsold by Shakespeare and the Bible.

I mean, when you think about that,

it's an extraordinary thing.

By the 1950s,

as "the mousetrap" embarked

on its record-breaking west end run,

Agatha had already sold

millions of books.

She is a literary sensation.

But on rare public appearances,

Agatha revealed she was uncomfortable

in the limelight.

She herself was incredibly shy.

She didn't love the public attention at all.

Mrs. Christie, may I congratulate you

on the record performance put on by "the mousetrap"?

Do you think it the best play you've written?

I don't know. Other people seem to, at any rate.

I was wondering why "the mousetrap," rather

than your other plays, achieved this record.

I don't know.

I think the shyness probably emanated

from the unhappy period of her life

when she felt she was

hounded by the media.

I always think there are two Agatha Christies.

There is the world-famous icon, the novelist, the playwright,

then there is Agatha Christie the woman.

She did start to become

this far more guarded person in many, many ways,

and she allowed the persona

of Agatha Christie to sort of develop.

She used it to protect her own private life,

as it were, but I think she also recognized its value

as a selling point; You know, the nice old lady

having tea with the vicar and arsenic in the crumpets.

I think she shielded herself with that image.

In her later years,

Agatha plotted her own escape and retreated to Greenway,

her private holiday home in Devon.

How beautiful Greenway looked

in its tangled beauty.

We were thankful to be together

and, as it were, gently trying out life,

to start again.

She was probably happiest

down here at Greenway in,

amongst her friends and family.

She was a very private person,

and this was the place she came to relax.

I think Greenway was so important to her

because it was fun times,

time to enjoy yourself with your family

and close friends at a place which she described

as the most beautiful place in the world.

As her pace of life slowed,

Agatha's thoughts began to turn to her own mortality.

Sun or wind

or even a nice, hot breakfast and the smell of coffee.

You can't want to die when you feel like that.

But I know, or believe,

that it is a good age at which to pass from life

to whatever comes next.

Whilst Agatha's novels focused

on the complexity of death, to her,

the ending of life was simpler.

People always seem very embarrassed

by having to discuss anything to do with death.

The question of death nowadays is very important to talk about.

Agatha died peacefully

on the 12th of January, 1976,

aged 85.

But, through her novels,

short stories, plays,

and the extraordinary treasures of her archive,

her legacy is endless.

You can't imagine the world without her books.

Her unorthodox childhood

unleashed her imagination.

The simplicity means that a child can read them,

but the simplicity is deceptive.

There's an awful lot more beneath the surface.

She journeyed

into the darkest corners

of the human psyche.

She started writing during the first world war.

She finished writing in the early 1970s.

And most of those books are set

in the time that they were written.

The bloody 20th century,

filtered through Agatha's poison pen

onto the page.

She watches the century grow up

and told stories

about the tumultuous 20th century

and about britain and about who

we were then and who we are now.

Even today,

Agatha's dark mind lives on.

I fear it might run in the Christie blood

to think about death, to think about murder.

I don't know how many other people think this.

Maybe it's a unique trait to my family.

How would you,

if you were so minded, commit the perfect murder?

[Typewriter bell dinging]

[Typewriter keys tapping]