"I really could not say who you suspect, Hastings! Everybody in turn, I should imagine!"
Arthur Hastings isn't the only one who veers from one suspect to another as the story unfolds. The possible criminal is surely this person, oh, wait! No, it's that person.
I was convinced I knew the killer all along. Not even close.
Poirot receives a letter from Miss Emily Arundell asking for his help. She's very vague in her suspicions, and there are many words crossed out. Even so, Poirot is interested in the case.
To his chagrin, he finds that the letter he just received was written a couple of months ago, while the writer of it was still alive.
Determined to see if there was foul play, he talks with everyone involved in her last days. It appears she died of liver disease, which she'd had for a long time.
The family are already angry that they were left out of Emily's will and all was left to her companion. To have Poirot suspect murder, and he rapidly does, shocks and disturbs them even further.
The motive, says Poirot is gain. Just about everyone thought they'd gain a hefty inheritance when Emily died. Did someone help her along?
Memorable characters, deft plotting, and a charming dog are all that's needed for another enjoyable mystery.
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