The Clocks by Agatha Christie © 1964, this edition Pocket Books 9th printing November 1976, mass market paperback, mystery – 34th in Poirot series
Sheila Webb, a typist-for-hire, has been sent to 19 Wilbraham Crescent for a job. Instead of a typing assignment, she finds a well-dressed corpse surrounded by five clocks, each one set to a different time. But by the time the authorities arrive, four of the clocks have vanished. Of course the blind victim, owner of the home at number 19 saw nothing, and what she may have heard or felt she can’t tell. Inspector Hardcastle is called to the scene and begins the investigation, but is getting nowhere. Luckily the retired Hercule Poirot is in town visiting a friend. He has the time to piece together the baffling puzzle.
I hadn’t read this one before, so selected it for this edition of Friday Forgotten Books. As is usual when I read a Christie novel, I enjoyed it and didn’t figure it out until near the end when sufficient clues and revelations had narrowed things down to just a couple of suspects. But there was one last twist. Maybe it was a lucky guess that allowed me to come in with the solution about the same time as Poirot, though I always suspect he knows before we are told he does.
There is a range of characters, some conflict, and the violence always occurs off stage. This one was very enjoyable, as always when I read a Christie, I vow to read more.