And the other book I finished was Five Little Pigs, previously released as Murder in Retrospect. Well you know I love Agatha, but this one in particular kept me guessing, maybe I'm losing my Poirot mojo, but I seriously didn't know who did it until he layed it out on the table, so to speak. I don't know if Agatha was drawing on her experience of a "tolerant " wife or wheather this was purely fiction, but I'm sure I couldn't be so tolerant. Anyway, I did like this one, took me a little longer to read, for no apparent reason. The story of a gifted painter, and his women and guess what someone murders him. And the little grey cells begin to work.