A murder has been committed, and the one to take the blame for it is a beautiful, astonishing actress Jane Wilkinson, a victim's wife. The case seems solved - a woman announcing herself as Lady Edgware was seen entering Lord Edgware's study, just before he was found dead. But she knows the truth, so she once again turns toHercule Poirot - a famed detective - and asks him to help her, this time though, not in getting rid of her husband, as she did before, but in getting cleared of the charges. Poirot, clue by clue, figures out the very details of the crime and ensures of Jane's innocence, still not knowing who the true killer is...When every of his theory who the murderer might be refutes he then realizes the obvious. The killer is the most likely to be a woman, an actress, a lady with a low, intoxicating and husky voice, a person with a strong motive to remove Lord Edgware from this world, a woman who once came to himself - one of the best detectives of all time - in an urgent need to get rid of her husband. This woman's name is Jane... and there is only one Jane who wanted to divorce Lord Edgware to marry the Duke of Merton, being far wealthier than her actual husband. Knowing her stupidity, selfishness and love for money, knowing it all, Hercule Poirot is sure of one thing - Jane Wilkinson is guilty.
With thirteen at dinner Agatha Christie - a Dame of the British Empire - shows us what the mystery really is and how should it look in it's best. Though not very long, this book will remain long in a reader's mind. It gives you not only action and mystery, it also makes you use your little grey cells and play a bit of detective, as you sure try to solve the case yourself,and outwit the killer.