"Classic Christie . . . Captures the essence of the originals without being a slavish imitation . . . Clues emerge, but the case remains perplexing. Christie aficionados will delight in the familiar repartee and the intricate deduction of the solution."--Washington Post
"A puzzle worthy of the skills of legendary detective Hercule Poirot.... Hannah once again nails the style and substance of her beloved predecessor, producing another treat for Christie fans."--Booklist (starred review)
"A thoroughly enjoyable tale from start to finish. Poirot ... is in fine hands with author Sophie Hannah."--RedCarpetCrash.com
"Sophie Hannah does an egoless, silky job of reviving Agatha Christies beloved Belgian detective Hercule Poirot. . . . Enough so to hope that Hannah turns to Miss Marple next."--USA Today on Closed Casket
"It's easy to see why the Agatha Christie estate chose Ms. Hannah for the daunting task of chronicling Poirot's continuing adventures. In her capable hands, Hercule Poirot lives and investigates as creatively and astutely as he ever has."--CriminalElement.com
"Hercule Poirot fans, rejoice! The fastidious Belgian detective with the amazing little gray cells and equally amazing moustache is back.... I had forgotten how enjoyable, and intricate, the plotting of a Poirot mystery is.... I loved it!"--Suspense Magazine
"Sophie Hannah's third "New Hercule Poirot Mystery" proves to be most satisfying...faithful to its model in the essentials but flexible enough to allow for an animated plot and protagonist."--Washington Post
"Another ingeniously deceptive puzzle.... The gratifying reveal is a neat variation on one of Christie's own solutions and demonstrates Hannah's facility at combining her own plotting gifts with another author's creation."--Publishers Weekly
"[Hannah] supplies boundless ingenuity... adding a divinely inspired denouement."--Kirkus Reviews
From the Inside Flap
Returning home after lunch one day, Hercule Poirot finds an angry woman waiting outside his front door. She demands to know why Poirot has sent her a letter accusing her of the murder of Barnabas Pandy, a man she has neither heard of nor ever met.
Poirot has also never heard of a Barnabas Pandy, and has accused nobody of murder. Shaken, he goes inside, only to find that he has a visitor waiting for him - a man who also claims also to have received a letter from Poirot that morning, accusing him of the murder of Barnabas Pandy.
Poirot wonders how many more letters of this sort have been sent in his name. Who sent them, and why? More importantly, who is Barnabas Pandy, is he dead, and, if so, was he murdered? And can Poirot find out the answers without putting more lives in danger?