This is a fun mystery to discuss. First will be my spoiler free review, and then beneath the red line I'll add my speculations about the secondary puzzle we're left with on the very final page. Proceed carefully with that though, as it reveals spoilers concerning the main mystery (namely, who wasn't the murderer).
MY THOUGHTS:
On her way home from Christmas shopping, Mrs Elspeth McGillycuddy witnesses a brutal murder from her train window. A man in a train adjacent to hers, with his back to the window, savagely strangles a woman who is facing him. And then both trains set off again, placing Mrs McGillycuddy in a helpless position. Fortunately she's off to visit her friend, Jane Marple, at St. Mary Mead, who will surely know what steps to take next.
Both ladies are shocked when the crime doesn't appear in the morning paper. Miss Marple figures that the body may have been dumped off the train overlooking one specific property, Rutherford Hall, home of the Crackenthorpe family.
She is too limited in her ability to snoop around, so hires a trustworthy young Wonder Woman clone named Lucy Eyelesbarrow to be her cohort sleuth. Discovering the whereabouts of the body is their first tall order, and then they must figure her identity and that of her murderer.
I found this mystery lots of fun. It turns out that the Crackenthorpe family, who know the lay of the land so well, are prime suspects. The building itself is an anachronism from the past plonked into modern suburbia, and the family comprises a bunch of mismatched members who rub each other up the wrong way.
Miserly old Mr Crackenthorpe and his dutiful daugher, Emma, live on the property full time. Visiting over Christmas are the sons; Cedric, the bachelor artist; Harold, the pompous businessman; Alfred, the black sheep; and Bryan Eastley, the likeable widowed son-in-law. Would any of the Crackenthorpe guys really be dumb or daring enough to plant a body practically on their own back doorstep though?
Also home for Christmas holidays are two young schoolboys, Master Alexander Eastley, the only grandson, along with his best buddy, James Stoddart-West. They consider themselves keen wannabe detectives, and are described as having 'suspiciously angelic faces.'
At this stage, it's nice to see Miss Marple draw from the expertise of other members of the very youngest generation. Her nephew Raymond's son, David, works for the British Railway, and Griselda's boy, Leonard, now grown up, is good with maps.
My main disappointment with this story is twofold. A pair of extra deaths toward the end seem redundant to the main plot. Even now, when I think of the big revelation, it strikes me as bizarre that the murderer would even bother, since their main purpose had been achieved. Miss Marple steps up in her role as unlikely nemesis to another despicable killer, but it would've been nice if she could've prevented these other senseless deaths.
What's more, although we readers normally get breadcrumb trails of clues dispersed for us throughout Christie mysteries, this story is problematic. The key circumstance that fuels the murderer's motivation is completely hidden until the final scene. This makes it unfair, if not impossible, to expect us to hazard our own guesses. Red herrings are great, but only when they're balanced with something real.
Details such as these prevent me giving it five stars.
But overall, an enjoyable read with a varied and interesting cast. Lucy and the two young boys specifically, are great.
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The bottom line: To Avoid Spoilers, read no further!
We readers are tantalized with another mystery on the very final page which doesn't get revealed. It seems to be a teasing challenge from Miss Marple to Dermott Craddock, and also from Agatha Christie to us readers. It made me groan. How are we supposed to know? I certainly don't have Miss Marple's nous. The question is who does Lucy Eyelesbarrow marry? I can't claim to have a stand-out favorite from the possibilities set before us.
Here they are.
1) Cedric Crackenthorpe.
He follows Lucy out to the pigsty, which seems to make her starry-eyed about the location from then on (ugh) and he's the only brother who doesn't make his interest in her clear throughout the story by throwing propositions at her feet like a panting dog. But Cedric's rough edges are almost razor sharp. He's a slob with no finesse whatsoever, and tends to get himself totally smashed. Worse than all this in my opinion, he doesn't seem to care about his two younger brothers being murdered. No matter how annoying they might have been, surely nostalgia for their shared childhood ought to stir him a little. I find it in very bad taste that it doesn't.
2) Bryan Eastley.
He's pleasant and obliging, and Lucy is sympathetic to his forlorn, little-boy-lost persona. Bryan, once a fighter pilot in the war, seems to have completely lost his mojo now. Much as Lucy would make young Alexander an excellent stepmother, she is genuinely surprised when the boy starts some non-subtle matchmaking on his dad's behalf. Bryan reminds me of Ashley Wilkes from Gone with the Wind. He's just such another turtle on his back. I don't think Lucy seriously considers him.
3) Inspector Dermot Craddock.
Some readers suggested this possibility that would've gone straight under my radar. They do have grounds for their suggestion. Craddock is the person who poses the question and Miss Marple twinkles at him when she makes her ambiguous reply. She has an undeniable soft spot for this godson of her great friend, Sir Henry Clithering. And at once stage, Lucy cheekily tells him, 'You seem almost human today.'
Yet Craddock appears in a subsequent Marple mystery, The Mirror Cracked from Side to Side, without a wife. I take that as a pretty sound indicator that, charming as it seems, this theory is way off the mark.
(Sigh) If it comes down to a choice between the brothers-in-law, I'd have to favor Bryan. But I tend to think the brilliant, productive, and accomplished Lucy ought to aim higher than both these blokes. Either one of them might prove to be deadweight around her ankles.
What do you think?
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