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A courtroom drama told in flashbacks, mostly through the eyes of the accused.



Elinor Carlisle hated Mary Gerrard.
Why?
Because the love of her (entire) life, Roddy Welman, took one look at Mary's beautiful face and broke off his engagement to her.
Ouch. My goodness, that stings.
So when her aunt dies after telling her that she wanted Mary provided for, but legally leaves everything to Elinor, what's a girl to do?
If you're Elinor, you grit your teeth, give her £2,000, and hope she hits the road.
OR!
Maybe you hand her a plate of poisoned sandwiches.



I'll bet you can guess what Elinor is on trial for, right?



Fortunately, the village doctor is in love with her, and so he begs Poirot to find evidence to prove her innocence. Now, he's personally willing to lie and doesn't really care if she offed poor Mary or not.
But Poirot does.



Unfortunately, every bit of evidence Poirot uncovers seems to point right back to Elinor as the most likely killer. And as a reader, Elinor's inner monologue doesn't do much to convince you one way or the other as to whether or not she did it.
But if Elinor isn't a cold blooded murderer, then who is?



No worries, random Goodreader.
As always, Hercule Poirot will defend the innocent and shine a light on the guilty.



Without giving spoilers, all I can say is that I did not see the bad guy coming. Another excellent, if not very well known, story by the Queen of Mystery.
Recommended!