This is an early Poirot story, dating as it does from 1926, and is one of the most famous - although this fact was lost on me and when I started reading it over a year after I brought the book I had forgotten that is was a Poirot - and so it was a surprise went our Belgian friend popped up next door! But this was about the only point of surprise as having seen it on television much of the plot was familiar however this created many points of discord as there was little in the descriptions that made you think of David Suchet.
There is a twist at the end - but I think you would have to been exceptionally dull witted not to have arrived at the murderer almost before the deed itself had been done.
While I enjoyed it I would question why this story is held out as a particularly fine example of Christie's work.
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