223 pp. "A mysterious message. Miss Arundell's letter to Hercule Poirot was full of Victorian reticence; it rambled on about the village of Market Basing, a dog's ball, an old woman's fanciful imagining...anything to disguise the fact that the writer was in mortal terror of her life. And it arrived on M. Poirot's breakfast tray exactly 59 days after she died!"
