Showing posts with label Ariadne Oliver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ariadne Oliver. Show all posts

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Third Girl

 Third Girl by Agatha Christie (1966) 218 pages

In this Hercule Poirot mystery, a young woman‒with vacant eyes and unattractive hair and clothing‒comes to Poirot to say that she may have committed a murder. He starts asking questions, but she stammers and soon leaves, telling him she's sorry, but he's too old. Thus insulted, Poirot is mulling this over when his old friend Ariadne Oliver calls. It turns out that the young woman fits the description of someone Mrs. Oliver recently met named Norma. Mrs. Oliver happened to talk about Poirot in a conversation with Norma.

Norma and her mother had been abandoned by Norma's father 15 years ago when Norma was five. After Norma's mother died,  Norma's father reappeared with a new wife to run the prosperous company that his now-deceased brother owned. Norma doesn't get along well with her stepmother, and takes a room in an apartment with two other young women, including one who works for Norma's father. Norma is involved with a young man who just doesn't seem suitable. Is he really interested in her or is he out for her eventual inheritance? As facts come out, Poirot and Mrs. Oliver (and a private investigator that Poirot has hired) try to figure out why Norma thinks she might have murdered someone and who it might be.

This is a classic Christie, one that I'd first read years ago. As Poirot often says, once the puzzle pieces are there, one needs to work to rearrange them to see the truth. 



 

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Dead Man's Folly

Dead Man's Folly by Agatha Christie (1956) 178 pages

Murder mystery writer Ariadne Oliver has been hired to create a Murder Hunt, one of the activities to be part of a festival on the property of an estate now owned by Sir George Stubbs and his beautiful, but somewhat mentally deficient wife, Lady Hattie Stubbs. Mrs. Oliver creates a cast of characters for the game, including a murder victim. Those who play the game will try to locate clues on the grounds of the estate, and if they are successful, they will find a key to a boathouse, unlock the door, and see a a person pretending to be dead. Mrs. Oliver's concern is that she feels that the people around her on the estate are manipulating the game somewhat. (For instance, she had planned for a young woman to play the role of the deceased, but circumstances changed and now a teenager is to play the role.) Mrs. Oliver's concerns are great enough that she calls Hercule Poirot to come and help make sure all is well, even though she can't quite put her finger on what's wrong.

Poirot arrives by train and gets to know the people on the estate the day before the festival, including Mrs. Folliat, a woman whose family used to own the estate before it was lost to death duties when her husband and sons died. Others on the estate, besides Sir George and Lady Hattie Stubbs, are an architect, the secretary/housekeeper, a young couple who are living nearby in a cottage for the summer, and a few townspeople who are helping with the festival.

Sure enough, in spite of Mrs. Oliver's and M. Poirot's careful attentions, a real murder is committed during the process of the game. Another oddity is that Lady Stubbs goes missing during the festival. It's all a real stumper, and Poirot is still mulling it over several weeks later back at home. He likens the solution to that of a jigsaw puzzle: the pieces don't look anything like what they are, until they are properly arranged.

I'd read this book long ago, and forgot enough that it was new to me. Reading Poirot is always a treat!