Lady Chatterton asks for Poirot's assistance when she comes to fear for the safety of her friend, Marguerite Clayton. Specifically, she is convinced that Marguerite's husband Edward Clayton, known for his violent temper, will kill her. Poirot is invited to a party in order to meet Clayton, but he never shows up. The next day, Poirot finds himself being interviewed by Inspector Japp when Edward Clayton's body is found hidden in an elaborate Spanish chest located in the same room as the party the previous evening. When Marguerite's friend Major Rich is arrested for the murder, Poirot correctly deduces the true nature of the crime and the identity of the culprit. Written by
"Firstly I am not a bloody little frog, I am a bloody little Belgian"
While one of the lesser Poirot adaptations it is still memorable. The pacing is a little uneven, Ken Grieve's direction is merely okay and I guessed the identity of the murderer halfway through too. However, it is beautifully filmed with a great background score, complete with a very chilling murder method, atmospheric opening sequence and the duel in the past. And I loved Poirot's indignation at being called a "bloody little frog" hence the review's title. The acting is typically fine with David Suchet outstanding, Hugh Fraser and Phillip Jackson solid and Caroline Langrische breathtakingly beautiful. Overall, good but not great. 7/10 Bethany Cox
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