Dead Man's Folly
Whilst organising a mock murder hunt for the village fete hosted by Sir George and Lady Stubbs, a feeling of dread settles on the famous crime novelist Adriane Oliver. Call it instinct, but it's a feeling she just can't explain...or get away from. In desperation she summons her old friend,... show more
Whilst organising a mock murder hunt for the village fete hosted by Sir George and Lady Stubbs, a feeling of dread settles on the famous crime novelist Adriane Oliver. Call it instinct, but it's a feeling she just can't explain...or get away from. In desperation she summons her old friend, Hercule Poirot -- and her instincts are soon proved correct when the 'pretend' murder victim is discovered playing the scene for real, a rope wrapped tightly around her neck.But it's the great detective who first discovers that in murder hunts, whether mock or real, everyone is playing a part.
Publish date: July 5th 2005
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Pages no: 240
Edition language: English
Series: Hercule Poirot (#32)
I thought this book from beginning to end was classic Agatha Christie. I was happy to read it, especially since it felt like the last few books have been hit or misses for me. This one has Hercule Poirot in it from beginning to end. Called in by Adriane Oliver because of a "feeling" she has, Poirot ...
More of my favorite eggheaded Belgian detective! Love the setup for this one. Hercule Poirot's old friend, mystery novelist Ariadne Oliver, is coordinating a murder mystery party at an estate. She suspects she is being manipulated to set up the mystery for a real murder, and calls in her pal Poir...
Felt like a very quick read, but that might just be because I've been avoiding packing!Murder mystery party meets real life murder.
During a game of Murder Hunt at a fete, the supposedly fake murder victim turns out to really dead! And no one knows who the killer is and why the simple, ordinary girl is murdered. Even Hercule Poirot is defeated by the murderer at first, and he has to give up and return to London. It takes another...
Poirot nie słuchał uważnie. Patrząc z tyłu na dziewczyny, pomyślał, nie po raz pierwszy, że tak niewiele kobiet wygląda dobrze w szortach. Zdegustowany, aż zacisnął powieki. Dlaczego, och dlaczego one się oszpecają? Te czerwone uda, tak niepociągające! - (...) Mówią, że pani Ariadne Oliver jest tu...