Mrs. McGinty's Dead.
'Mrs. McGinty's Dead' by Agatha Christie.
Take a quiet village, a shifty lodger, a newspaper cutting and a Belgian detective and you have the makings of a brilliant novel; a murder, mystery .
The village of Broadhinny appears like any other, sedate occupants going about their everyday lives. This peaceful existence is broken when Mrs. McGinty is found dead.
Hercule Poirot is keen to delve into the investigation of her death as a rather simple, young man is heading for the gallows. Short, sharp questions need to be answered quickly to halt this execution in which (in Poirot's opinion)an innocent man is going to die.
Press cutting and photographs from previous years are studied with great enthusiasm.
'He was just about to wrap then up neatly again when his eye caught by the heading on the piece of newspaper. It was the 'Sunday Comet' and the date was November 19th. Mrs McGinty had been killed on November 22nd.'
As the story unfolds more villagers are drawn into the investigation,
'Very nice people live in Broadhinny. My postmistress said so. And nice people like to preserve their niceness. Years of happy married life, maybe, no suspicion that you were once a notorious figure...'
Poirot is helped in his investigation by Ariadne Oliver, a larger than life friend and novelist. As he discloses the reasoning behind the murders(there are more than one) even she is astonished at the work of 'his little grey cells.'
It took me a few pages to get into this novel but once I grasped the story fully it became a real page turner.