"Oui," answers Poirot.
You see, it's the cells, those "little gray cells" that the Belgian detective always speaks of. Now someone has stolen his thunder, taken the word gray (sometimes spelled grey), and is using it to make a mint. And Poirot is using his little gray cells to fight back.
The erotic, super-successful Shades of Grey Trilogy has achieved phenomenal sales in the U.S., completely swamping lists of bestsellers. Right now on the Amazon Kindle list of bestsellers, the books are #4, #6, and #7. Poirot has been seething, telling his friend Inspector Japp, "Mon Dieu, that author, she's raking it in."
The books don't tell the whole story. Rumor is that there's a movie on the horizon. And in New York City, where the books are spectacularly successful, gray ties (a man's gray tie is important in the story and adorns the cover of the first book in the trilogy) are flying off the shelves. Retailers can't stock enough of them.
Hercule Poirot has had it. His assistant Captain Hastings at his side, Poirot held a press conference in Grand Central Station in NYC to tell the world that it was time that he got his share of this "gray business." Adjusting his mustache and nodding his egg-shaped head from side to side, the detective told a crowd of supporters, "Me, I belong to the world. I call attention of the world to the color gray. The world owes me something in return, n'est-ce pas?"
At the conclusion of the press conference, when Poirot and Hastings were headeing for the exit, a frowning Poirot was heard to say to his friend, "Mon ami, that gray tie you have on. You will, how you say, dump it, s'il vous plait?"
Please stay tuned for more developments on Poirot and the gray revolution. Merci Beaucoup.