Dumb Witness
Crime, Mystery
Agatha Christie
Hercule Poirot, Book # 16
HarperCollins
July 5th 1937
Paperback
411
English
October 5, 2019 October 6, 2019
An elderly spinster has been poisoned in her country home. Everyone blamed Emily’s accident on a rubber ball left on the stairs by her frisky terrier. But the more she thought about her fall, the more convinced she became that one of her relatives was trying to kill her. On April 17th she wrote her suspicions in a letter to Hercule Poirot. Mysteriously he didn’t receive the letter until June 28th… by which time Emily was already dead.
About the book
Second book that I read about Hercule Poirot. I don’t know, I’ve just this craving to read all about Agatha’s books that I have at home (not many though, I only have one more). At least I will finish the Mount TBR challenge…
Anyway. The book starts in April when the protagonist invites her relatives for Easter, but while they are at their aunt’s house, she falls down the stairs. Everyone thinks that it was because of her dog’s ball, but the woman thinks otherwise. So she writes Poirot a letter but this letter arrives late, two month late, when she is already dead (for natural causes). As soon as Poirot receives the letter he leaves for the woman’s house just outside of London.
Here, he finds out that the old woman left everything to her Lady-in-waiting and nothing to her relatives and this change of the will happened soon after the accident with the ball.
What will he discover? The woman was killed or was it really natural causes?
I read this book in a little over a day even if the language used is quite old (even the translation is old) not as flowing as I am used to. I still hate the French that isn’t translated, not even in a small note at the end of the page.
Sincerely I don’t know what to say more than in the other review, to say the truth I don’t even remember who the killer is now that I’m writing this review… It’s a light reading, a book to read in a raining afternoon sipping chocolate or tea. Don’t get me wrong, I like this kind or reading, but there’s nothing more to say in a review, especially because the time is so far back that some things are unthinkable for me.
