Murder On The LinKs

Agatha Christie

The sole way which I can go through the boredom of my long journey in bus is by reading books. You can never expect me to go through my subject books at any hour plz don’t mention them in my blog at all…

An urgent cry for help brings Poirot to France. But he arrives too late to save his client, whose brutally stabbed body now lies face downwards in a shallow grave on a golf course. As poirot struggles to match the pieces of the puzzle, a second, identically murdered corpse is found.

The story is actually narrated from the eyes of Captain Hastings, a friend of Poirot. At a point I just thought that the story came to an end but still finding some more pages left thought about what could be something more in store. While going through the starting pages I jumped to a conclusion that it is same as that of the previous one but later became aware of the fact that its completely different making my little grey cells think about the incidents going on and imagining them bringing about a cold shiver slightly through my nerves.