by Agatha Christie
Published 1963
This is another Poirot novel where Poirot spends most of the time lurking in the shadows, if you will. The story begins promisingly, with a mysterious murder in a blind woman’s house in a room full of clocks that don’t belong, but rambles off into a rather ho-hum kind of ending. Again, confusing threads of multiple unnecessary stories run together, while Poirot does not much more than pull the conclusion out of a hat.
A fine story, but nothing to get super excited about. 3/5.
I’ve heard that this book is not one of her best.
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