Hercule Poirot’s Christmas
By Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie published this book in 1938. But the story is timeless. Other than a brief mention of events in another part of the world, one could easily assume that this was a contemporary novel.
Simeon Lee, the patriarch of a family of four, insists that each of his children come home for Christmas. But don’t think that he plans on playing “happy families”. His intentions are the complete opposite. He does everything to goad each of his children by insulting them and denying their petty grievances and long-held grudges. Before the first Christmas cracker is even pulled, he’s found bludgeoned to death in his locked bedroom.
When the Chief Constable of Middleshire receives a call about the murder, he asks Poirot, who is spending Christmas with him, to come along while he investigates. Poirot’s ability to stand back, observe and listen is his forte. It’s not his “little grey cells” (who aren’t even mentioned), that allow him to understand the “human condition”, but his powers of observation. And it’s always that one word, or gesture, or look that, when observed by Poirot, seals the fate of the murderer.
A more clever mystery you won’t find. There’s a reason that Agatha Christie is known as “The Queen of Crime” and this novel says it all.