This is the story of a famous detective who finds himself on a train with a dead man. It is supposed to be a simple train trip back to England, but with most famous detectives nothing is ever as simple as it should be. Bad weather causes snow drifts to form on the tracks, trapping the train and all its occupants on it. What poor timing for the murder who is now trapped! As Poirot begins to investigate, the plot thickens and thickens until no one can move. Dark secrets are revealed starting with the true identity of the dead man. Just when you think the detective has it solved, he sees the holes in his theory and starts snooping around again. The murder didn’t count on Poirot being on the train. What rotten luck for him, or her, or maybe it? I’m not telling.
This was an excellent read. Typically I can get pretty close to solving the mystery cases I read, but this one I didn’t...well sort of didn’t. I actually did solve it when I made a passing comment to myself but didn’t think much on it. I love those kind of stories.
If there was ever a question (which there isn’t) of Agatha Christie being the Queen of Mystery, the person needs to read this book. It will wipe away all doubt they may have.
I’m very glad I finally read the book. I’ll be reading even more of hers and chastising myself for not reading them sooner.
Note: I purchased this book with my own funds with no expectation of a positive review.