A woman is killed by a poisoned dart in the enclosed confines of a commercial passenger plane... From seat No.9, Hercule Poirot was ideally placed to observe his fellow air passengers. Over to his right sat a pretty young woman, clearly infatuated with the man opposite; ahead, in seat No.13, sat a Countess with a poorly-concealed cocaine habit; across the gangway in seat No.8, a detective writer was being troubled by an aggressive wasp. What Poirot did not yet realize was that behind him, in seat No.2, sat the slumped, lifeless body of a woman.
Not enough that a murder has been committed on a flight with Hercule Poirot on bord, the most famous Belgian detective has yet another reason to indulge on the hunt for the murderer:
In the beginning I wasn´t over the moon by this Christie novel, this being one of her books with a slow start and an “whack-the-reader-over-the-head” ending,
I loved the middle part of this novel, though. Mr. Clancy and his bananas have been a whole lot of fun and Poirot is at his best with his stomach problems and his top-notch match making skills.
Death in the Clouds is not one of Christies best Poirot novels, but it has been an entertaining and enjoyable read.