y'know, I really kind of liked this one, a lot. it's just too clever to give 3.5 stars, and I didn't know there was a Poirot outing that felt like this--so different than Evil Under the Sun, or Murder On The Orient Express, and yet almost as clever in the clues and tricks as any of those top-tier entries. there's a certain streamlined brevity to it--it doesn't have the beautiful "sprawl" of a "country house" murder, or one where Poirot works out of one main environment, and he has to travel about a lot, here--but, again, I love that it doesn't feel like the others, and I love that, when you add up the puzzle and red-herring elements that flesh out this novel, it's almost as satisfying and brilliant as her best. almost.
I'm now very curious about the other, less worshipped Poirot books I have not read...
for a Poirot whodunit, it sure has turned into rather a thrilling, action-packed affair. melodrama and spiky personalities on display during Poirot's stay at Blunt's charming picturesque abode (lovely gardens). strange encounters and sudden violence...culminating in the master detective having an epiphany while singing an enlightening hymn lyric in church.
by gosh, I think he's figured it out before me!
(actually, that happens all the time.)