The train hurtled through the night, bearing its wealthy, coddled passengers toward the opulent pleasures of the South of France. But one of them would never again wake to the warm Mediterranean sun.
When her aged employer dies, Katherine Gray finds herself in a maelstrom of murder and greed surrounding the famous Heart of Fire ruby.
Another Hercule Poirot story, and a relatively standard mystery. A woman gets killed. On a train of course. Who did it? The husband? The lover? The Butler? Who knows? Well, Poirot does. Not one of the best Christie's I've read, nor very original. Still, this book isn't bad. It continues to impress me how well Christie does dialogue. Even long-winded conversations between characters (of which there are quite a few in this book) somehow stay interesting and entertaining, yet plausible. I've come to expect that an Agatha Christie-book will keep me happy for the time it takes me to read it, and this one did. Just.
