The new residents at Sittaford House planned a little evening party with neighbors. Even the snowstorm didn’t discourage them. But when a little harmless table turning became something more sinister, everyone became a little nervous. Was Captain Trevelyan really dead? His friend Major Burnaby set off on a 6 mile hike to find out.
The police decide that there was nothing supernatural about the death – it was murder, and they know who did it. But the fiance of the accused is sure of his innocence and sets off to find the real killer.
I really liked this one. It’s set in the moors and there’s this great sense of isolation, which is intensified by the presence of a prison nearby. When one of the inmates escapes, the police have to decide how he fits into the crime.
This is one of the few Agatha Christie books that doesn’t feature either Hercule Poirot or Miss Marple. I didn’t miss them, but if you didn’t know that, you might keep waiting for them to show up. Recommended, but more fun on a cold and windy night.