by Agatha Christie
In this Poirot novel, our hero again teams up with Mrs. Oliver. While helping prepare for a children’s Halloween Party, Mrs. Oliver overhears one of the children stating that she has seen someone commit murder, though at the time she was too young to realize what was going on. Everyone laughs at the child, who is known for her untruthfulness and storytelling, and Mrs. Oliver wouldn’t have given it a second thought if the girl hadn’t been murdered later that same evening.
And so, she calls in Poirot, who begins is investigation. While it was an alright story, there was a sort of weird vibe in this book that I can’t explain. It just gave me the weirds. And in the end, when the murderer is trying to kill again, he gives his victim a cup to drink, but then gets ready to stab her. He’s stopped (by a couple of high school boys that Poirot had following him to make sure that the girl he was getting ready to kill was safe?? It seems like at this point he had enough evidence to justify having the police keep an eye on this dude, especially after he kidnaps the girl??) in the act of getting ready to stab the girl while she drinks, but when the police get there, the dude is dead because he drank the drink that he was going to have the girl drink, so apparently it was poison? But if it was poison, why the stabbing? It was just weird things like that that I couldn’t quite get my head around why the plot was going certain directions.
So, a rather meh book for Christie and Poirot. 2/5.