The Pale Horse
Following the murder of a priest, a mysterious list of names is found in his shoe. When the list is linked to a spate of recent deaths and a trio of strange women at The Pale Horse Inn, Mark Easterbrook sets about discovering what’s going on. Along with his sidekick, Ginger Corrigan, he begins to uncover a sinister organisation.
Though I’d read a great many Agatha Christie novels in my teens, this one slipped through the net, but hearing it was due to be dramatized by the BBC, I thought I’d give it a go. First published in 1961, it’s an interesting and at times, sinister, tale, but definitely not one of her best. Also, the author’s excessive use of exclamation marks reminded me why I eventually gave up reading her books.
The BBC version (aired on 9th February) isn’t what I expected either, and while it’s a more interesting story in many ways, I found it irritating that they felt the need to mess about with the plot to such a ridiculous degree. God knows what Aggie would’ve thought of it. To coin an old joke, if she were alive today, she’d be turning in her grave.