When Sophie Hannah brought literature’s greatest detective – Hercule Poirot – back to the masses in brand new adventures, she was bound to invoke the collective ire of die-hard Agatha Christie fans. But that was nothing compared to the rage felt by fans of the Belgian sleuth’s sidekick – the legendary Captain Arthur Hastings – at his replacement by the largely useless Inspector Edward Catchpool. Whatever the perceived faults of Hannah’s Poirot novels, there is a certain faction of readers that see the expulsion of Captain Hastings as her greatest slight.
I am one such reader.
But it wasn’t enough for me to simply rue the lack of Hastings action whilst at the same time developing murderous intentions towards the tiresome Catchpool. I couldn’t help but want for Captain Hastings to burst in and reclaim his rightful place at Poirot’s side. But how far would he go to usurp the…
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