From
the back cover
“The
bodies seem to be piling up at Enderby Hall. First the very wealthy Richard
Abernethie dies suddenly. Then his sister is murdered with a hatchet. Several
days later, her companion is sent a slice of wedding cake steeped in arsenic. No
wonder the family solicitor calls in master sleuth Hercule Poirot.”
Review
Funeral, the thirty-first
Hercule Poirot novel, is a good, fun mystery, a great way to burn a
couple of hours during the afternoon. The characters are an entertaining bunch
with elitist-minded quirks, and the reveals interesting, as is often the case
with Christie’s writing. Worth reading.
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