Look at them there, lying in rows. What are they? Not men and women. They have nothing personal about them. They are corpses, nothing more!
It was not unusual to see Arlina Marshall's beautiful, tanned body on the beach. Lying face down, she enjoyed the sun she loved as much as flirting. Only this time, she is not sunbathing; she lies strangled…
Apparently, it is not meant for Poirot to take a vacation. He came to rest at this beautiful resort in Devon and now must solve a murder. From the first moment, he noticed that Arlina's provocative behavior stirred the male population of the hotel. But could what seems like a "crime of passion" actually be a much more heinous and well-planned murder?