one two buckle my shoe by agatha christie

There is a mention (sorry, the bookmark fell out) of an immigrant Jewess, but it’s only in passing.

There’s no mention of the unrest in Europe, at least not that I noted, which makes it odd that Christie is attempting to make it current while ignoring the rather important events that were happening when she was writing it.

I wonder – how far in advance of publication did Christie write this? I don’t have my copy of her notebooks to hand but Christie does take a stab at reflecting the political climate of the time – well, there’s a fascist (referred to as an “Imperial Shirt”) and a communist amongst the suspects, anyway – and one of the central characters is presented as vital to the future stability of the UK economy for conveniently vague reasons. So I thought I’d give it a go.įirst off, there isn’t a mention of the war. Then I remembered this one, as it fits nicely as a counterpoint to my “Do Mention The War” theme – it was published in November 1940, but has no overt wartime shenanigans. Then I thought Three Act Tragedy, but discovered that there are different UK and US versions and now want to get my hands on both so I can compare them. My first plan was to look at After The Funeral, but that was just done over at The Reader Is Warned. It’s been over six months since Dame Agatha cropped up on the blog with the rather woeful Elephants Can Remember, so I thought it was time to take a look at her again. Poirot sets out to find a murderer, but when Japp is pulled off the case, Poirot finds himself on his own.Ĭontinuing my habit of looking at hard-to-find authors – Brian Flynn, John Rhode, etc, I’ve come across this one – any heard of Agatha Christie? Just kidding.

While Japp tries to establish a motive for the suicide and Poirot scents murder, it transpires that apparently Morley accidentally gave a fatal overdose to his last patient that day and shot himself out of guilt. Let’s face it, from that cover picture, he doesn’t look like the model of mental stability – and yes, I know what pedants might say… Needless to say, he’s back later that day as his dentist, Morley, has apparently shot himself. Even great detectives need healthy teeth, and when Hercule Poirot visits the dentist, thankfully hilarity doesn’t ensue – bet it did on the television adaptation – and after “just” a couple of fillings, he is on his merry way, glad that he doesn’t have to go back for another six months.

One two buckle my shoe by agatha christie