Your name is Hercule Poirot. You are a renowned private detective with a reputation for solving crimes that would be unsolvable to anyone else. You have been compared to a real-life Sherlock Holmes and have assisted Scotland Yard in a number of cases beyond the capabilities of even the most experienced police detectives.

Today will be no different. It is January 15th, 1935 and the streets of London are soggy, cold, and damp. You and your companion Arthur Hastings have been escorted to site of an incredibly peculiar murder.

Before you stands a strange mansion, tucked away in a remote corner of the city. As the officer standing watch outside lets you in, you see Chief Inspector Japp is waiting in the foyer for you.

He clears his throat before explaining the situation to you.

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