’Oh, well, everyone has to die sometime. I never worry over people dying…’
When socialite Lucy Angkatell organises a weekend’s entertainment at her English country house, The Hollow, it seems she has thought of everything: the capable butler, the requisite number of kitchen maids – in fact, the only thing she seems to have overlooked is the fact that most of her guests hate each other.
A far-from-warm welcome greets Hercule Poirot as he arrives for lunch. Instead, a man lies dying by the swimming pool, as a gun sinks slowly to the bottom…
’This is Agatha Christie at her best.’
NEW YORK TIMES
’A grade-A plot – the best Christie in years.’
SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE