Hercule Poirot gets involved in the sort of case he normally doesn't handle - a series of semi-random murders by an alphabet-obsessed serial killer. His involvement is because the serial killer sends him taunting letters teasing the location of the murder that he hasn't yet committed, forcing Poirot and the police to scramble to prevent a murder when all they know is the town, the day, and the alphabet letter the victim's name begins with.
One of the interesting aspects is that when it was written and published (1936) profiling serial killers was apparently just starting to become a thing, and we get to see Poirot working with a series of police detectives to do so.
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This is a fun book with a very clever plot and some nice Hastings-Poirot banter, but lacking in memorable characters. It's not a particular favorite of mine, but I did enjoy revisiting it.


One of the interesting aspects is that when it was written and published (1936) profiling serial killers was apparently just starting to become a thing, and we get to see Poirot working with a series of police detectives to do so.
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This is a fun book with a very clever plot and some nice Hastings-Poirot banter, but lacking in memorable characters. It's not a particular favorite of mine, but I did enjoy revisiting it.