The Big Four (1927)
Blurb:
My review:
Nearly all the (soon-to-be formed) Detection Club rules are broken
in this, Christie's worst book for some fifty years. Poirot faces
a group of super-criminals—a fiendish Oriental, an American
millionaire, a mad scientist ("mad—mad—mad with the madness of
genius!") and "the destroyer," who are behind all the world problems:
"the world-wide unrest, the labour troubles that beset every nation,
and the revolutions that break out in some," as well as Lenin and
Trotsky, "mere puppets whose every action was dictated by another's
brain." Their ultimate goal is to use a laser beam to take over
the world. The bulk of the book concerns various cases only
tenuously linked (some of which are ingenious enough, e.g. "A Chess
Problem"), but too many episodes are appropriate to a shilling shocker:
e.g., Hastings, having refused a fiendish Oriental devil's order to
lure Poirot into a trap on pain of death (with typical English
understatement, "that Chinese devil meant business, I was sure of
that. It was goodbye to the good old world"), capitulates when he
learns that his wife will die by the Seventy Lingering Deaths.
And so it gets sillier and sillier as it goes on, until, Poirot having
died and come back from the dead as an imaginary brother, it ends with
the Big Four blowing up the Dolomites in a mass suicide pact.