Where Hercule Poirot goes murder seems to follow. This time he is on a train from Istanbul heading home (or to his next case as he gets a telegram on the train) when one of the passengers has been murdered, stabbed to death many times over but luck is with him as this happened on the night when the train has been stuck in a snow storm and no way for the murderer to escape so Poirot waxes his mustache and sets to work to find out whose done it.
This was my first Agatha Christie novel and I don't know if it's because at this point it's not a novel ending or because so much of what Poirot lays out at the end is not really revealed through the course of the investigation. You can't go back and go, gee, of course that is how it all fits together, and that type of "mystery" doesn't really appeal to me. I'm not sure if her other books all follow this same thing but I'll probably give another one a try at some point to find out.
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