So I was on the plane, not sleeping. I took out the Kindle, but The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo didn't sound particularly appealing right that second. So I took a look at what other random things I had downloaded lately. The Secret Adversary must have been a freebie, because I had never even heard of it. And even more odd, it does not feature that total stud, Hercule Poirot. Did my mother download it?
Post WWI, London. Two old chums, a young lady and young gentleman, lament their lack of fortune and resolve to be adventurers. The are overheard and offered a job that envelopes them in matters of international espionage that dated back a few years to the Lusitania. There is a stereotypical rich, dumb American man. And Communists. Scary, scary Communists.
I am happy to say that I had identified the Big, Bad Guy. Until our heroine followed a red herring -which I totally would have done - and the terrifying truth was revealed.
So this wasn't your typical whodunnit Christie. But it was fun.