This theatre play is a typical Agatha Christie. Seven people and a detective trapped in a manor house due to the snow. A death that occurred in London, another death at the manor house. Everybody could be involved. And added to this a lovely British humour. This play is the world’s longest-running play, which has been performed in the West End of London since 1952, with more than 30’000 representations. A nice moment of reading.
“CHRISTOPHER. (Turning to look at MOLLIE) And really very beautiful.
MOLLIE. Oh, don’t be absurd.
(GILES leans on the back of the large armchair.)
CHRISTOPHER. There, isn’t that like an Englishwoman? Compliments always embarrass them. European women take compliments as a matter of course, but Englishwomen have all the feminine spirit crushed out of them by their husbands. (He turns and looks at GILES.) There’s something very boorish about English husbands.”