Framed in the doorway of Poirot’s bedroom stood an uninvited guest, coated from head to foot in dust. The man’s gaunt face stared for a moment, then he swayed and fell. Who was he? Was he suffering from shock or just exhaustion? Above all, what was the significance of the figure 4, scribbled over and over again on a sheet of paper? We follow Hercule Poirot as he finds himself plunged into a world of international intrigue, risking his life to uncover the truth about ‘Number Four’.
This particular novel by Agatha Christie isn’t exactly the best or the most logical novel.
Poirot and Hastings go on a international crime hunt.
There was just so many characters in this novel, like was that necessary? This novel felt more like a trying-to-be-thriller more than anything. It rushes off our of nowhere as well. Also, it was difficult enough keeping track of the four evil villains as usually its one and a sidekick.
Poirot seems to suit the private cases amongst a few people not an international one where there are too many characters who’s existence is not necessary.