Another thing which I disliked about the book was that it felt stretched, it could easily loose 25-30 pages perhaps that could have made the book more appealing. A lot of content seem irrelevant and not tied to the main story. Of course whenever HM was on screen then time flew and you never noticed how many pages are left. The old man is the Leonardo Di Caprio of detectives.
Another bone that I have to pick with Carr is with his characterization of female characters in his book. They all seem dumb down versions of actual women who act like bimbos and keep doing and saying all sort of irrational and illogical things. The heroine of this piece is an exemplar example of this.
Its getting late in the night, I would like to close my review by saying that the identity of the murderer although well hidden does not give you the same pleasure as other notable Carr works. I would recommend this novel to purists and hardcore Carr fans. It does have its upsides like the chemistry between HM and Masters. How the trick was worked in poisoning the guests and the identity of the murderer.
All in all 2 out of 5 stars.