Murderers in Christie’s day were ever so immensely creative, undisputed masters in the intricacies of deception—but never any match for the little grey cells of M. Poirot with his superior deductive skills.

I meant to read this over Christmas, but here we are… wading through a sea of mildly disguised dead ringer red herrings, considering all the culprits and scenarios until the guilty party and his unlikely crime are delivered up on an aha platter.