My last trip to Brazil meant TWO Poirot novels, and that was just the first week!
Poirot boards a train that gets stuck in the snow, far from any outside help. Someone is murdered. Poirot must solve the crime!
Because the book takes place in just one place, it’s a little less action driven than some of the others (even than some of the good ones, like Murder of Roger Ackroyd, not just the terrible Big Four). But the ending is oh-so-clever and rather delightful. I was very pleased with Poirot’s tenth published outing. (I admit I haven’t read his 7th, the play Black Coffee, but I’ve read the others.)