A repugnant Amercian widow is killed during a trip to Petra...Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like some monstrous swollen Buddha, sat the corpse of Mrs Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist was the only sign of the fatal injection that had killed her. With only 24 hours available to solve the mystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark he'd overheard back in Jerusalem: 'You see, don't you, that she's got to be killed?' Mrs Boynton was, indeed, the most detestable woman he'd ever met...
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Review
"Twice as brilliant as Death on the Nile, which was entirely brilliant" Observer
From the Back Cover
Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like somemonstrous swollen Buddha, sits the corpse of Mrs.Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist is the onlysign of the fatal injection that killed her.
With only twenty-four hours available to solve themystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark he’doverheard back in Jerusalem: “You see, don’t you, thatshe’s got to be killed?” Mrs. Boynton was, indeed, themost detestable woman he’d ever met. . . .
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A repugnant Amercian widow is killed during a trip to Petra...Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like some monstrous swollen Buddha, sat the corpse of Mrs Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist was the only sign of the fatal injection that had killed her. With only 24 hours available to solve the mystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark he'd overheard back in Jerusalem: 'You see, don't you, that she's got to be killed?' Mrs Boynton was, indeed, the most detestable woman he'd ever met...
**
Review
"Twice as brilliant as Death on the Nile, which was entirely brilliant" Observer
From the Back Cover
Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like somemonstrous swollen Buddha, sits the corpse of Mrs.Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist is the onlysign of the fatal injection that killed her.
With only twenty-four hours available to solve themystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark he’doverheard back in Jerusalem: “You see, don’t you, thatshe’s got to be killed?” Mrs. Boynton was, indeed, themost detestable woman he’d ever met. . . .