A perplexed girl thinks she might have killed someone...Three single girls shared the same London flat.
The first worked as a secretary; the second was an artist; the third who came to Poirot for help, disappeared convinced she was a murderer.Now there were rumours of revolvers, flick-knives and blood stains.
But, without hard evidence, it would take all Poirot's tenacity to establish whether the third girl was guilty innocent or insane...
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 224 pages
- Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
- Publication Date: 01/10/2002
- Category: Classic crime
- ISBN: 9780007121106
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Review by mrtall
This very late Poirot novel isn't Christie's best. Poirot is visited by a discombombulated-looking girl who blurts out her belief that she's committed a murder, but then runs off. Poirot teams with Ariadne Oliver to track down both the girl, and the truth. The plot here wanders, and although <i>Third Girl</i> clocks in at just 220 pages or so, there's an uncomfortable amount of padding. Christie manages to tie it all together in her inimitable way, but there are so many other great Poirot novels I'd recommend this one only to Christie aficianados.
Review by CasaBooks
Poirot ! <br/>Enough said.<br/>Love this lil Belgian man.<br/>Read in 2008.
Review by RubyScarlett
Not one of her best for sure, it felt so all over the place! I enjoyed, in a masochistic kind of way I suppose, the constant reminder that the profession of detective is falling into oblivion by the time she writes this (the late 60s) and that probably means that Poirot is going to have to let go at some point. It was interesting to think about the decline of the profession and of Poirot's reputation (nobody from the younger generation has heard of him in this book, and he's described as 'old' by a younger character) but it made me really sad. I'm not sure I want to reach the end.
Review by AmphipodGirl
An aging, dithering Christie, writing about an aging, dithering Poirot. She's trying to throw in all sorts of "modern" stuff -- psychiatry and drugs -- and she's out of her depth. He's stitting around and missing connections. I didn't enjoy this one much.