55. Mrs McGinty's Dead (1952)

{also published as Blood Will Tell}

Agatha!  Bravo!  Bravo!

Some of my favorite parts were Ariadne Oliver's clear references to what it's like for you to be writing of Hercule Poirot:

Mrs. Oliver interrupted:  "He's 60."
"Oh no!"
"He is."
"I don't see him like that.  Thirty five - not a day older."
"But I've been writing books about him for thirty years and he was at least thirty five in the first one."

...

"How do I know?" said Mrs Oliver crossly.  "How do I know why I ever thought of the revolting man? I must have been mad!  Why a Finn when I know nothing about Finland? Why a vegetarian? Why all the idiotic mannerisms he's got? These things just happen. You try something - and people seem to like it - and then you go on - and before you know where you are, you've got someone like that maddening Sven Hjerson tied to you for life.  And people even write and say how fond you must be of him. Fond of him? If I met that bony gangling vegetable eating Finn in real life, I'd do a better murder than any I'd ever invented."

...

And this, though not in reference to Poirot, but it made me giggle because I get it:

"I'm afraid you're tired," said Robin.
"Not really. The truth is I'm not very good with people."
"I adore people, don't you?" said Robin happily.
"No," said Mrs Oliver firmly... I think trees are much nicer than people, more restful."

...

This one, I just thought was right on:

"Madre," (Robin) said solemnly, "would have wished me to go on with my work."
Hercule Poirot had heard many people say much the same thing. It was one of the most convenient assumptions, this knowledge of what the dead would wish. The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones' wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.

5 stars on this one, dear Agatha!

Always,
me

54. The Under Dog and Other Stories (1951)

Good morning, dear Agatha,

Nothing like a global pandemic to get me reading more, eh?  The kids and I are doing another reading challenge, too - seeing how many pages we can read by the beginning of May.  I'm over 800.  I would guess Grace is about the same, and Josh probably has 246,129.

So, I really enjoyed the main story of this collection, "The Under Dog."  I also liked hearing from sweet Hastings again for the rest of the stories.  

When people talk about you, Dame Agatha - it's always to call you the Queen of Crime and discuss the different complicated plots and solutions of your mysteries.  One thing that isn't mentioned that much, in my humble opinion, is your humor.  I love it because it's subtle, but these scenes from "The Under Dog" certainly made me chuckle.

"I believe in small men!  They are the clever ones!"  (Followed up by Poirot's observation that Inspector Miller is a tall man)

"A heavy thud," he said impressively.

"If I mistake not, it is a dull thud in most works of romance," murmured Poirot.

"Maybe, sir," said Parsons severely.  "It was a heavy thud I heard."

"A thousand pardons," said Poirot.

"Do not mention it, sir.  After the thud, in the silence, I heard..."

Some of the stories seemed vaguely familiar to me.  Perhaps I'd read them before I started this blog - I'm not sure.  I don't see reference to them in skimming my blog posts and the only other collection I see them as part of is Poirot's Early Cases (1974).  For example, the scene of "The Submarine Plans" where the bold young man stole a kiss from the French maid on the stairs seemed familiar, as well as the masquerade of "The Affair at the Victory Ball" (although granted the characters they dressed up as do pop up here and there in some of your other works).

All in all, while I do prefer your novels over your short stories, this was, as always, a great read.