Book Review. Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? by Agatha Christie.

There was something quaint about Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? It made me think of Enid Blyton, especially in our detective duo, Bobby and Frankie. Almost childlike.

Frankie is a lady Frances, moneyed as Doctor Who would put it. You would assume it would be Frankie that was the stuffiest of the pair but it’s the Vicar’s son, Bobby, who’s a bit aggravating. I liked the mystery. As our detective duo say themselves it’s as if they have missed the first act and have only become involved in the second.

Good enough fun.

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