Nevertheless this book has secured its perfect score, and time has come for me to escape, even if some people in the book don't want to!. But then she probably knew her audience too well. Agatha Christie must generate a happy ending, no matter what. Finally after being slightly disappointed by the real solution, I was cheered by the downright creepy lovey dovey ending. I was very entertained by this situation, and Mr Treves played like a retarded and oblivious person who thinks he's being very observative. When an author like Christie has a limited number of brushstrokes at her disposal for painting a character, then one like Treves often walks a fine line between brilliance and parody. I was amused by the inimitable Mr Treves. I never thought that she was the culprit, and I could have guessed rightly who was, but then I got waylaid. The most mysterious of them was Audrey, whose secret feeling was not anger, love, or sadness, but fear. The main characters here are Nevile, Audrey, Kay, Ted, and Mary. I react strongly to the narration of life and how it's being wasted, in more ways than one, by this great author. I fell for one of the many false trails painted by Mrs Christie. Poor Battle was shunted aside in the public's stampede for Poirot. At least Miss Marple starred in 13 of her books. As the pages flew by, the time to say goodbye to Inspector Battle came too soon. I kept thinking, and the question and the curiosity, the suspense and the wonder, they kept occupying my mind. Even when this mystery had all its clothes on, you could guess the promise it contained. I guessed wrongly regardi It's been some time since a murder mystery has imposed on my mind so heavily.
It's been some time since a murder mystery has imposed on my mind so heavily. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers.
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