The owner arrives home and denies that the clocks belong to her, the deceased’s business card turns out to be a fraud, and a woman shows up claiming to be the dead man’s wife.
There is only one man who can unravel this complicated case: Hercule Poirot.
This is the 37th Hercule Poirot book and isn’t the best Agatha I’ve read. I was initially gripped by the story but it seemed to lose me about half way through and then it unfolded a little too quickly for me.
Still a good book just not as great as some others I’ve read of hers!