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Sunday, September 20, 2009
Inventor Sir Claud Amory is in dismay when the formula for his powerful new explosive is stolen by someone he had invited to stay in his own house.
Who would steal the secret formula? Everyone is as guilty as innocent. No one could guess whodunit-it was a perfect crime. Almost perfect, until the famous Hercule Poirot uses his little grey cells and eliminates the suspects one by one.
I am surprised by the ending and how Agatha Christie brings the readers into suspecting everyone and gradually to the very thief when the readers gasp in excitement.
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
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