Ten people, strangers to each other, are invited to a lavish estate on an island. The tension mounts as, one by one, they are murdered.

"Let us see, Mr. Clever Poirot, just how clever you can be." There's a serial killer on the loose, working his way through the alphabet and the whole country is in a state of panic. A is for Mrs. Ascher in Andover, B is for Betty Barnard in Bexhill, C is for Sir Carmichael Clarke in Churston. With each murder, the killer is getting more confident--but leaving a trail of deliberate clues to taunt the proud Hercule Poirot might just prove to be the...

"Sheila Webb expected to find a respectable blind lady waiting for her at 19 Wilbraham Crescent - not the body of a middle-aged man sprawled across the living room floor. But when old Miss Pebmarsh denies sending for her in the first place, or of owning all the clocks that surround the body, it's clear that they are going to need a very good dectective. "This crime is so complicated that it must be quite simple," declares Hercule Poirot. But there's...