A review by octavia_cade
Peril at End House by Agatha Christie

mysterious fast-paced

4.0

I admit that I did not at all see the end coming here! Which is not terribly unusual with me and Agatha Christie, but there it is. For all I frequently (and accurately) accuse Poirot of being smug, I was so busy being smug myself at suspecting the whole fake disability/forgery/mailbox/will subplot that I completely missed the actual murderer. 

I comfort myself that I'm at least smarter than Hastings. Then again, that rather feels like competing against a Labrador in the brains stakes. Hardly something to be proud of, but I'll take what I can get.