The Clocks (novel) - Characters in "The Clocks"

Characters in "The Clocks"

  • Hercule Poirot, the Belgian detective living in London since the Great War
  • Inspector Dick Hardcastle, the investigating officer
  • Sergeant Cray, a policeman in the case
  • Colin “Lamb”, a secret agent, (possibly the son of Superintendent Battle.)
  • Miss Martindale, owner of the Cavendish Secretarial Bureau
  • Sheila Webb, a typist with the Cavendish Secretarial Bureau
  • Edna Brent, a typist with the Cavendish Secretarial Bureau
  • Miss Pebmarsh, a blind teacher and inhabitant of 19 Wilbraham Crescent
  • James Waterhouse, occupant of 18 Wilbraham Crescent
  • Edith Waterhouse, James’s sister
  • Mrs. Hemming, occupant of 20 Wilbraham Crescent
  • Josiah Bland, a builder, occupant of 61 Wilbraham Crescent
  • Valerie Bland, Josiah’s wife
  • Mrs. Ramsay, occupant of 62 Wilbraham Crescent
  • Bill Ramsay, Mrs. Ramsay’s small son
  • Ted Ramsay, Mrs. Ramsay’s small son
  • Angus McNaughton, a retired professor, occupant of 63 Wilbraham Crescent
  • Gretel McNaughton, Angus’s wife
  • Merlina Rival, a woman of questionable virtue
  • Colonel Beck, Colin’s boss in intelligence
  • Geraldine Brown, a young girl living across from 19 Wilbraham Crescent

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