A collection of Poirot short stories (and one from Miss Marple) that I picked up the week before Christmas when I couldn’t find my copy of Hercule Poirot’s Christmas which I’d intended to read over Christmas. Only the title story has anything to do with Christmas; it’s also about the best of the lot. They aren’t bad stories but they didn’t really hold my attention and the solutions to the mysteries seemed too simple. Think I’ll stick to Christie’s full length books.