Relive the fun of your summer with this refreshing seaside cocktail, the Blackstrap Daiquiri.

Armchair detectives will have a tough time besting Poirot on this one, but that’s okay, isn’t it? However, despite knowing this, we are still lead along to the rather ingenious (if almost technically impossible) conclusion, and I had no idea who the murderer was, up until the very end. It’s fairly obvious to anyone who’s read a lot of Christie’s books, that when you start to suspect the clues are leading you to one person, that’s exactly who you should know is NOT involved in the crime. Is there a motive for murder hidden here between these two? That, dear reader, I cannot give away… Arlena, before she was a corpse on the beach, was actually known to be a bit of a tramp, and we fell bad for her husband Captain Marshall, especially when he runs into an old childhood friend on the island, the fashion designer Rosamund Darnley. Much like most Christie mysteries, there is very little to swoon about with these tightly-controlled Englishmen and women. I will totally hang out with Poirot on an island in the summer time and watch people and then talk about them. Following her death, many of her extra-marital escapades come to light and everyone on the island is a suspect, of course, in this very gruesome murder. It isn’t too long before Arlena Marshall, gorgeous, tanned, former actress, wife to Captain Marshall, is found dead– strangled in fact. Of course this idyllic little island hotel is full of interesting characters, and as Poirot observes them, he cannot help but sense there is an oppressive feeling of evil surrounding himself and the guests. This novel finds our intrepid little Belgian at a seaside resort, an island in fact, just off the British coast. Just as summer for most people is ending, Hercule Poirot’s is just ramping up. And Arlena’s married as well… I mean, for as long as she’s alive, she is. Her new husband, Paul, seems to have eyes only for the hot redhead at the resort, Arlena Marshall. Relationship Status: Let’s Just Be Friends

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