With Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?, Christie brings us back to a jolly, light-hearted mystery, reminiscent of the Tommy and Tuppence, or Bill and Bundle series.

Murder on the Orient Express was the first Agatha Christie story I ever encountered and, as such, it retains a special place for me within the canon.

Lord Edgware Dies abounds in moments of misdirection, and Poirot himself admits to having had the ‘cotton-wool’ pulled over his eyes.

There is nothing more comforting than a Miss Marple mystery

In Peril at End House, we see that Poirot is as susceptible to the charms of a beautiful woman as Hastings – with his judgement momentarily clouded as he works to solve the crime.

It is hard to speak of The Mysterious Mr Quin without employing the term ‘atmosphere’, and, as Mr Quin himself proclaims, ‘Atmosphere is always valuable’.

Set in St Mary Mead, a quintessentially English village, this rural idyll is shown to be little more than a veneer as petty rivalries, whispered secrets and poisoned pens serve to divide the community.