The Ineffable. Poirot on the 'Blue Train'

Giannangeli

Life is like a train. How can we blame the famous Belgian detective with his ever-moving gray cells, Monsieur Poirot? The formidable Hercule, Agatha Christie's immortal creation, delivers his metaphor of existence as a journey toward many different, exciting or disheartening stations at the end of "The Mystery of the Blue Train," one of her first adventures, published in 1928. So let's set off, and this week let's begin by leaving the scorching city behind for a vacation retreat. Of course, let's try not to end up like poor Ruth, who boarded the Blue Train for a few days' vacation and instead found herself murdered in her compartment, while the precious rubies, including the captivating "Heart of Fire," took flight. But luckily, Poirot is there, putting the pieces of the complex puzzle into place, not underestimating even the smallest detail, and thus unmasking a couple of characters who pretend to be who they are not. The culprits are served.