March 31: The Hollow by Agatha Christie. Another late Poirot. I’ve read it before but have forgotten enough for it to make it a “real” mystery, and there are three women and a man in it who I actually like, very unusual for Agatha Christie. (Oh, and I also like the police inspector, which is less unusual.) It ends almost right, and the right people get each other after a small bout of Failure To Communicate.
March 30: Monsieur Pamplemousse and the French Solution by Michael Bond. Out of inertia, really, because it came right after the other one. It’s significantly better than the other one, too! No more Pamplemousse for now, though. Especially as the next one is Monsieur Pamplemousse and the Carbon Footprint which seems to be disappointing.