The man on the cover of this book is either dead drunk--or just dead! Since the author is Agatha Christie, I'm guessing the latter.Sir Charles Cartwright, the distinguished actor, had invited the local vicar and his wife to a house-warming party at his new country cottage. The Reverend Stephen Babbington unaccustomed as he was to strong liquor, nervously sipped his cocktail with a slightly wry expression on his face. The other guests continued to chatter. Suddenly Mr Babbington's hand clutched at his throat, and, in a moment, he collapsed--dead.This was only the first act in the drama--a three-act tragedy, with a mysterious death in every act. It is Hercule Poirot, the indomitable Belgian detective, who moves behind the scenes of this play and who finally rings down the curtain.
(See also my post on the 1964 Pan edition of the same title.)
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