Series: Hercule Poirot #36
This was a really mediocre Poirot. I suppose the underlying mystery was somewhat interesting, but it was buried under a whole lot of musings on how degenerate the youth of the day are and how many mentally disturbed people are running around free in present day society (1969). It was all just rather weird, and Poirot was only recognizable by his moustaches not by his reasoning or other little quirks.
I’m counting this for the “Set on Halloween” square for the Halloween Bingo.