The same old thing from Agatha, but not one of her finest. It’s the usual lack of character development with a load of posh and/or annoying people with some casual racism thrown in. My favourite unintentionally funny line was “He was friendly soul, with a cockney accent and mercifully free from any kind of inferiority complex”.
Poirot is called to investigate a spate of kleptomania at a student hostel run by the sister of his secretary Miss Lemon. Then the crimes develop further.
I was unconvinced by the finale and Poirot’s method of solving this seemed frankly even less plausible than normal. It probably didn’t help that I was reading a kindle edition full of spelling mistakes and errors with the paragraphing. I was reading on another blog that the Italian title, moreover, was Poirot si annoia, or Poirot is Bored – I’m not surprised. Read one of her other better ones before reading this.