David Suchet on Poirot: “I’ll just miss him as my dear, dear friend”
How are we to bear it? For it is quite insupportable, is it not, to think that “the little grey cells” of Belgium’s best-loved detective will soon cease to fizz. Or to consider that the fastidious patting of his waxed moustache with the corner of a pristine white napkin at the dinner table will become …