How dreadful that the holidays should begin with a wailing scream and a deathly gurgle! Never has Poirot's mighty brain functioned more brilliantly than in Hercule Poirot's Christmas (New York Times).
Christmas Eve and the Lee family's reunion is shattered by a deafening crash of furniture, and a highpitched wailing scream.Upstairs, the tyrannical Simeon Lee lies dead in a pool of blood,his throat slashed.
When Hercule Poirot offers to assist, he finds an atmosphere not of mourning but of mutual suspicion.It seems everyone had their own reason to hate the old man...