Another Poirot. Mrs McGinty, uninteresting charwoman, has been killed and her equally uninteresting lodger has been convicted, but Inspector Leopard of the Yard isn't happy and calls in Poirot. Who discovers that Mrs McG had noticed an article in the local rag about famous old murders in a where-are-they-now style about related persons, and so we then have suspects: people who, thirty years ago, might have been in one of four photos. After this point I got somewhat lost in who all these people were, and towards the end had lost the will to care, though I was still happily reading along: it is all quite engagingly written. Wiki has the details.At one point Poirot shows the photos to a group of people, one of whom recognises one of them, but is then rather backwards about saying why, and decides to invite <someone> round to coffee that evening. Aha, sez I, she's going to get killed too; and lo and behold she is indeed bumped off on schedule. This happens pretty often in Poirot novels, so much so that you'd have through Poirot would have noticed the pattern by now.
In the end it turns out that Evelyn can also be a boy's name, and so the cocky young son, Robin - which can also be a girl's name - dunnit.
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