Robert M. (shotokanchef) reviewed on 9/30/2011 + 813 more book reviews

Mrs. McGintys Dead. How did she die? Why ask I? (Childhood game) Someone has whacked old Mrs. McGinty with a cleaver. How gruesome! Enter Hercule Poirot, Belgian extrodinaire, epitome of egotism, acme of arrogance, paragon of private eyes, nonpareil of immodesty, viceroy of vanity, nabob of narcissism, the list goes on and on. Just ask him! There is no end to suspects. In the words of Inspector (later Chief Inspector) Clouseau, Suspect no one and suspect everyone. Caution: choose wisely. True to the style of Uncle Earl, Aunt Agatha has Poirot trick the murderer into a confession in front of all parties concerned and in spite of little substantial evidence of guilt. Shades of Perry Mason!

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