I Try to Solve an Agatha Christie Mystery | Five Little Pigs (Hercule Poirot)

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Putting my little grey cells to work, fuelled by tea and chocolates!

Fresh and confident (read: cocky) from my recent victory over the Queen of Crime, I decided I was in the mood to tackle yet another Agatha Christie mystery. This time, I went for the Hercule Poirot classic Five Little Pigs. I remember having read this years ago, and absolutely loving it, but fortunately, it’s been so long since I last read it (this copy was purchased in 2007, and my Goodreads rating is dated 2012) that I no longer remembered whodunnit.

Five Little Pigs is a Rashomon-style mystery. A young woman, Carla, asks Poirot for help: 16 years ago, her father, artist Amyas Crale, was killed by poison, and her mother Caroline was convicted for the crime. Caroline was the one who served Amyas the beer that killed him; traces of coniine were found in his glass, and a bottle of coniine was later found in Caroline’s drawer.

Caroline’s defence was that Amyas must have taken the coniine himself, but everyone who knew Amyas felt he was too in love with life to die by suicide. Worse, despite her lawyer’s best efforts, Caroline herself barely put up a fight in the courtroom, and she was quickly found guity. She died in prison a year later, leaving behind a note to her daughter that she’s innocent. Now engaged to be married, Carla wants Poirot to find out what really happened, so she can go to the next stage of her life with a clear mind.

This is such a perfect case for the Belgian detective! Unlike similar detective superstar Sherlock Holmes, Poirot doesn’t rely so much on forensics or physical clues, but rather on the psychology of the people involved. And for a crime that occurred 16 years ago, all physical evidence is gone, and there is only the psychology to rely on. (Side note: I realized I bought my copy of this book in 2007, which is coincidentally also 16 years ago, so I felt a nice little frisson of rightness in my quest to solve this alongside Poirot.)

The clues lie with five people on the estate the day Amyas was killed:

  • Philip Blake – Amyas’ long-time friend, now a successful stockbroker
  • Meredith Blake – Philip’s older brother, a country squire and a chemist who held a torch for Caroline. The coniine that killed Amyas came from his laboratory.
  • Elsa Greer – a beautiful 20-year-old woman whose portrait Amyas was painting. It’s widely known that she’s having an affair with Amyas, and that Amyas planned to leave Caroline for her. Caroline was overheard telling Amyas she’d rather kill him than let him marry Elsa.
  • Angela Warren – Caroline’s 15-year-old half-sister. She has a scar on her face from a childhood accident caused by Caroline, and has been spoiled by her older sister since. She and Amyas fought over Amyas’ plan to send her to boarding school.
  • Cecilia Williams – Angela’s governess, a serious middle-aged woman with strong feminist beliefs and a deep disdain for Amyas’ relationship with Elsa.

Poirot goes to each of the five in turn, and gets five slightly differing accounts of what happened on the day Amyas died. Who’s telling the truth? Who’s lying? And who gave Amyas the poison that killed him? I have my theory, and we’ll see how I do!

Did I Solve the Case? (No Spoilers)

Boo-freaking-YES!!! I guessed it! AND I picked up on a couple of key clues that pointed to the answer. And so, this makes 2 wins, and (ahem) I forget how many losses… 🙂

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I Try to Solve an Agatha Christie Mystery | Peril at End House (Hercule Poirot)

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It feels like forever since I’ve attempted to match my little grey cells with those of the brilliant Queen of Mystery! I was in the mood for a bit of a treat this Friday — I’d taken the day off work to make it an extra long Canada Day long weekend — and what better treat than a brand new Christie adventure?! I bought the Hercule Poirot classic Peril at End House a few months ago and haven’t had a chance to read it yet, so, armed with my trusty purple pen and dubious art skills, I made myself a cup of coffee and set to work.

In this mystery, Hercule Poirot and his trusty sidekick Captain Hastings are on holiday when they meet a vivacious young woman, Nick Buckley, who owns the nearby End House. Nick has had a streak of bad luck, with three near-fatal ‘accidents’ over the past few days, and while chatting with Poirot and Hastings, what she thought was a pesky wasp turns out to be a bullet shot through her hat. Poirot decides to help her out, and catch the would-be murderer before Nick gets killed.

I just paused my reading at the end of Chapter 18. Poirot has figured it all out, and is about to put on a play a la Hamlet, and for once I’m feeling really confident that I’ve actually figured this one out. More exciting: if I’m right, I will have figured it out even before the world’s greatest detective himself, as I’d had this major gut feel theory fairly early on, and while Poirot was pursuing several leads, all the little twists seemed to fit into the theory I’d formed.

Of course, that likely means my theory is completely off-base, and I’d missed some valuable clue somewhere amongst the pages. Still, this is turning out to be such a fun mystery! There’s a full cast of colourful characters, an atmospheric location in End House, and lots of fun twists along the way. So, as per usual, I’ll post my guess below the spoiler tag, and will only note up here whether or not I’ve succeeded.

Did I Succeed? (No Spoilers)

YES I DID!!!! I figured out the murderer even before the great Hercule Poirot did! I got their motive, their method, and even one of the (several) valuable clues!

WOOHOO!!! I finally solve an Agatha Christie mystery!

Now, which Christie should I read next?

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I Try to Solve an Agatha Christie Mystery | A Caribbean Mystery (Miss Marple)

A challenge of reading Agatha Christie mysteries with the goal of attempting to solve them is that I have to be in a particular type of mood to give it a go. I started the Miss Marple classic A Caribbean Mystery about a month ago, and only managed to get into the mystery-solving stage today, not because the story wasn’t gripping. On the contrary, this is one of my favourite Marples, and certainly one that showcases her sharp wit, sly humour, and undercover brilliance to perfection. I was intrigued by the mystery, and eager to find out what twists and turns the Queen of Crime had in store.

Unfortunately for my curiosity, I knew that figuring out this mystery would require all of my little grey cells, and as it turns out, I am very rarely in the mood these days to exercise those little grey cells. This means that, for the last few weeks, I’ve been very happily devouring Baby-Sitters Club ebooks from the library, whilst poor Major Palgrave’s murder remained (at least to me) unsolved.

Fortunately for truth, justice, and all that jazz, my grey cells have finally reawakened, and today, I read my notes and re-read the earlier chapters, then read all the way to right before the big reveal and tried to cobble all the clues together. My verdict: I have no idea who killed the Major. Or rather, I have two suspects and a gut-feel third suspect, and true to the Queen of Crime’s twists and turns, none of them were on my suspect list early on. I have vague theories about what their motives could be, and random bits of information that I think support my claims. And a whole jumble of thoughts about how they all fit together.

The Setup:

Miss Marple is on holiday in the Caribbean politely pretending to listen as an old soldier, Major Palgrave, regales her with tales of his adventures. Then he tells her about a murder he heard about and, reaching into his wallet, asks if she wants to see a snapshot of a murderer. He’s about to show her the photo when he catches sight of something — or someone — behind her, and hurriedly changes the subject.

The next day, he’s found dead. Doctors chalk it up to high blood pressure, mostly because of a bottle of blood pressure pills at his bedside, but one of the hotel staff swears that bottle wasn’t there before his death. Whodunit?

Did I Succeed? (No Spoilers)

No, alas, I did not. I missed a key clue (that to Christie’s credit was mentioned more than once), and totally fixated on the wrong characters and plot elements.

Still, this is definitely one of my favourite Marple mysteries and overall Christie stories. Twisty, convoluted, and oh-so-much fun. This is a mystery and a cast of characters I’d very much love to see on the screen, so I’ll have to find out which of the Marple shows covered this!

My first wine-fuelled attempt at solving Agatha Christie… which may be why this case seems especially mysterious?

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