Rating: 3 Stars ★★★☆☆
Mrs Ariadne Oliver had gone with the friend with whom she was staying, Judith Butler, to help with the preparations for a children’s party which was to take place that same evening.
At a Hallowe’en party, thirteen-year-old Joyce boasts that she once witnessed a murder. No one believes her. But within hours her body is found, drowned in an apple-bobbing tub. Hercule Poirot is called in to find the ‘evil presence’. But first he must establish whether he is looking for a murderer or a double-murderer…
Sadly, this story is not one of her best. What intrigues me about most Agatha Christie mysteries are the characters and the mystery, trying to puzzle out who the murderer is at the same time as the detective.
However, this one did not live up to all that. The characters are okay, but kind of annoying. Every single one harped on and on about everything was better in the past. There’s a really weird nostalgia about the good old times in this book, when there was less crime.
There again, I think there’s more of it than there used to be in my young day. We had our mentally disturbed, or whatever they call them, but not so many as we have now. I expect there are more of them let out of the place they ought to be kept safe in.
Why on earth did every single character say the same thing about the past and the mentally ill? It was really annoying.
So, I didn’t really care much about the characters. Neither did I care much for the mystery.
Still. It is Agatha Christie, so even though this isn’t one of her best mysteries it is an enjoyable read.
A quick and easy mystery.