A snowbound séance predicts a murder miles away—then a body is found. A classic Christie whodunit of isolation, red herrings, and clever detection.
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A snowbound séance predicts a murder miles away—then a body is found. A classic Christie whodunit of isolation, red herrings, and clever detection.
M-U-R-D-E-R. It began as an innocent parlor game intended to while away the hours on a bitter winter night.
But the message that appeared before the amateur occultists at the snowbound Sittaford House was spelled out as loud and clear as a scream. Of course, the notion that they had foretold doom was pure bunk. Wasn't it? And the discovery of a corpse was pure coincidence. Wasn't it? If they're to discover the answer to this baffling murder, perhaps they should play again. But a journey into ...
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Mild romantic subplot with courtship and attraction; no explicit content
Central murder and body discovery; violence stays non-graphic
Rare mild period expressions; no strong profanity
Occasional social drinking in a 1930s period setting
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No fantasy magic present
Séance and table-turning predict murder; occult parlor games featured
Dated racial stereotypes and sexist attitudes of the 1930s era
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