Poirot was present when Jane bragged of her plan to "get rid of" her estranged husband. Now the monstrous man is dead. And yet the great Belgian detective can't help feeling that he is being taken for a ride - how can she have stabbed him to death at the same time she was seen dining with friends?
'Monsieur Poirot, somehow or other I've just got to get rid of my husband!' No sooner had she uttered the words than Lady Edgware's husband was dead, brutally stabbed in the neck. The evidence against her is overwhelming, the case cut and dried. But what was the truth behind it all? What enemies lurked in the background of the victim's life? Hercule Poirot is on the case, intrigued once more, ready to investigate murder in the library...