I got this book from a library sale. It was a very pretty blue hardback edition without a dust jacket, so I didn’t know anything about the plot going in. Christie takes a while to set up the premise, including a full cast of characters. I enjoy it when she does this, in other mysteries such as And Then There Were None or Murder on the Orient Express. This one lacked something though. Poirot is front and center, all brains using his little gray cells, and occasionally some heart when he gives a few people some well-meant advice. I believe the mystery fell a little flat because the motive was a bit pedestrian in the end, IMHO.

3 of 5 stars. It was an enjoyable cozy mystery for a Thanksgiving weekend.