Mrs. McGinty's Dead (Hercule Poirot Series)
β Scribed by Agatha Christie
- Publisher
- HarperCollins Publishers;Berkley Books, HarperCollins, Pocket Books
- Year
- 2011
- Tongue
- en-GB
- Weight
- 113 KB
- Edition
- Various editions
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
Mrs. McGinty died from a brutal blow to the back of her head. Suspicion falls immediately on her shifty lodger, James Bentley, whose clothes reveal traces of the victimβs blood and hair. Yet something is amiss: Bentley just doesnβt seem like a murderer.
Could the answer lie in an article clipped from a newspaper two days before the death? With a desperate killer still free, Hercule Poirot will have to stay alive long enough to find out. . . .
Approached by retired police Superintendent Spence--who's convinced the wrong man has been convicted of the crime--Hercule Poirot begins an investigation into the brutal murder of an old woman.
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An old widow is brutally killed in the parlour of her cottage...Mrs McGinty died from a brutal blow to the back of her head. Suspicion fell immediately on her shifty lodger, James Bentley, whose clothes revealed traces of the victimβs blood and hair. Yet something was amiss: Bentley just didnβt look
An old widow is brutally killed in the parlour of her cottage...Mrs McGinty died from a brutal blow to the back of her head. Suspicion fell immediately on her shifty lodger, James Bentley, whose clothes revealed traces of the victimβs blood and hair. Yet something was amiss: Bentley just didnβt look
Mrs McGinty died from a brutal blow to the back of her head. Suspicion fell immediately on her shifty lodger, James Bentley, whose clothes revealed traces of the victim's blood and hair. Yet something was amiss: Bentley just didn't look like a murderer. The redoubtable detective Hercule Poirot belie
EDITORIAL REVIEW: An old widow is brutally killed in the parlour of her cottage...Mrs McGinty died from a brutal blow to the back of her head. Suspicion fell immediately on her shifty lodger, James Bentley, whose clothes revealed traces of the victim's blood and hair. Yet something was amiss: B