So, as part of the quest to read all of Agatha Christie’s books, I have a lot of short-story collections to wade through, as Christie seemed quite fond of them. This particular batch, furthering the adventures of Hercule Poirot and his ever-faithful companion, Captain Hastings (whom I love, by the way), was full of the usual fun and cleverness of Poirot.
I’m honestly not a HUGE fan of her short stories, because they are just that: short. So you never are really interested in the lives of the people; they’re just there to set up a framework for Poirot’s brilliance.
I included this third picture because it made me laugh. It’s the back of the book, and it seemed rather unduly harsh! Poor Hastings! My personal opinion is that Hastings is of average intelligence (although I will admit that he can be a bit taken in by a pretty face!), and that it is his simple, uncomplicated outlook on life that is so often able to show Poirot the way.
But then, I like Doctor Watson, too, so maybe I just have a thing for sidekicks.