Rex Fortescue, king of a financial empire, was sipping tea in his “counting house” when he suffered an agonizing and sudden death. On later inspection, the pockets of the deceased were found to contain traces of cereals.
Yet, it was the incident in the parlor which confirmed Miss Marple’s suspicion that here she was looking at a case of crime by rhyme. . . .
The idea in the back of the novel is pretty interesting but the plot isn’t new. It’s 80% a cliche with the family members obsessed by the fortune, the presence of the will, the king of the castle marrying a young gold digger but the gold digger dies as well and that changes the things a bit, a bit, not a lot. You wouldn’t even knew this was a Miss Marple novel because she enters the scene at the almost very end, so the book doesn’t have the descriptions of St. Mary Mead like we are used to. Even if the book is pretty short, the action is boring and boring, not her best work. It’s like Miss Marple wrote the book and Agatha Christie.
The murderer is always the unexpected one but in this novel he/she is very much expected only the circumstances doesn’t let him/her be the prime suspect.
3/5 stars from me.