by Agatha Christie
In this Poirot novel, Hercule is called into the mystery by a lawyer friend, Mr. Entwhistle. An old man (and long-time friend of Entwhistle) has died. After the funeral, during the reading of the will, one of the daughters makes a comment about how nice it is that they are keeping the man’s murder quiet. A few days later, the woman is dead, too.
The story was good, and quite gripping, although the conclusion seemed a bit far-fetched to me. The overall tone of the book was a downer, too. The grind and difficulty of post-war life in England is strong in this book, and the usual glint of humor that Christie flashes is somehow lacking.
A fine mystery, but nothing to get terribly excited about. 3/5.