The Big Four

A Chinese dude, a French lady, an American multi-millionaire and an English actor walk into a bar ....

No no no no no. This is not a joke. This is an Agatha Christie novel. Specifically, "The Big Four."

"The Big Four" kicks off in an odd way. Poirot announces to Hastings that through his amazing brainpower, he is certain that the whole world is controlled by four people (referenced above.) These people kill a bunch of little people who know their secret. Rather than having a long, novelized mystery, we get a kind of ... thriller? ... here. It's a fairly hilarious one, with a French lady scientist who allegedly dwarfs Marie Curie, a big-talking American with money to burn (literally), an inscrutable Chinaman (Christie's choice of words) who may be Number One in the Big Four, but doesn't seem to be too active, and the enforcer, who is an English actor so skilled he becomes whoever he acts as, except for retaining a murderous impulse. Other than that, I'm not quite sure what he's good for.

If the whole thing sounds a bit James Bond-y, at the end there is a fortress built into a mountainside with a labyrinth to its entrance.

I am going to have to give it up to Christie for the fact that this thriller is not only a piece of work of its time, what with its stereotypes and such, but it is ahead of its time with its sheer corn-pone thrills, chills and setups. Never before has Hastings knowingly walked into dangers, and never before has Hercule Poirot faked his own death (then pretended to be Achille Poirot, his "brother"). This is some stretching for her, and it shows her to be a master campiste before camp was a thing.

The only thing that is missing is sex. But hey, she's English. Breaks must be given.