This was another audiobook (read: how I get my house clean) that I enjoyed very much. A famous actress announces to Poirot and Hastings that she hates her husband, Lord Edgware) so much, she thinks she ought to come round in a taxi and bump him off. However, she implores Poirot to go and speak with him, beg him on her behalf to grant her a divorce. He does so and is successful to the point of being baffling. More distressing still, Lord Edgware is killed, and the eyewitnesses all insist it was Lady Edgware who did it. So, what's the catch? She has an ironclad alibi. She was dining with 12 others that evening and couldn't possibly have done it. Hercule Poirot untangles this mystery with his usual aplomb and deftness. Often to the frustration of poor Hastings (the narrator).
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