![]() ![]() Kenneth Branagh as Poirot in the 2017 film adaptation of Murder on the Orient Express. As your guests check their glasses, be sure to tell them cyanide is not necessarily detectable by its odour. A lesser-known Christie, it’s adapted from a Poirot short story called Yellow Iris. What better dinner party fare than Sparkling Cyanide? A group of high-society friends gather for a meal at the same table where exactly a year earlier an heiress died dramatically, apparently in a suicide by poisoning. The one to drop into dinner party conversation One by one, they meet their various gruesome deaths according to chillingly accurate predictions … The final denouement is as satisfying as it is shocking. Ten strangers come together on a windswept island, all with apparently nothing in common. Otherwise, this dark and menacing story of attrition is as brilliant a Christie as you’ll ever hope to read. The only thing off about And Then There Were None is its original title. I’ve seen it dismissed as having dated poorly, but for me this is a funny, witty and sharply observed Christie classic. Surrounded by villagers who all have an axe to grind with Colonel P, Miss M uses her famous nous to eliminate seven suspects. ![]() ![]() Famous largely for being Miss Marple’s first appearance in a novel, The Murder at the Vicarage sees thoroughly disagreeable chap Colonel Protheroe murdered, Cluedo-style, in his library, with a gun. ![]()
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