Tag: Agatha Cristie

The Twenty Third Man

Ever had a feeling of deja-vu, like we already did something, like it is happening again, as if we are in a sci-fi movie and re-visited the moment in the past, like gamers playing the same level from the checkpoint? That is how I felt while reading the Twenty Third Man!

I felt like I read this one, ages ago, but I couldn’t recall the story at all. I had a nagging feeling that I read the book, but managed to forget it entirely!

Anyway,  let me review this one, for everyone.

Published on : 1957

Read by QB : 10th February 2026

Written by : Gladys Mitchell

Review :

Dame Beatrice Bradley, a well known psychiatrist,  psychoanalyst and amateur detective, (probably in her late sixties) lands on island of Hombres Muertos (literally means dead men) for her month long vacation.

She makes friends on the ship, from London to Spain. One Mr.Clun, a 29 year old, ex-prison bird who spent 3 years in prison for manslaughter (i.e. killing someone in a burst of anger or jealousy without premeditation) Then there is Mr.Telham and his newly widowed sister, Caroline Lockerby. Interestingly, the brother and sister seem to loathe Mr.Clun for some reason.

As the ship reaches the island, we meet more characters like Mr.Peterhouse, who organises local tours and is also into growing orchids, but it is later revealed that he is into growing poisonous plants!

Mrs.Angel, who is an enigma, rumour has it that she sends the local girls to South America, to work in estates illegally, in short, slave trade!

Ruiz and his daughter, run the beautiful hotel where everyone is staying at. They are the locals.

There are Clement, an obnoxious, loud boy and his adoptive parents and also Karl Emden, the English casanova, who makes many enemies from his two month long stay at the island. His incessant flirting with every girl on the island makes him notorious and everybody’s enemy. The story turns on it’s head, when Dame Beatrice discovers Karl Emden is missing!

The island Hombres Muertos is famous for its cave, where twenty three mummified kings (wearing fine jewellery) have been preserved. Their final resting place is also the main attraction and is the reason the island got its name .

When the latest batch of tourists enter the cave for their visit, hell breaks loose. Caroline Lockerby becomes hysterical, she thinks she saw one of the 23 dead kings move! Mr.Peterhouse, the tour guide notices nothing and Telham is calmer than ever. Dame herself notices that one of the dead man is taller than the rest, like he had been added recently!

One day later, Clement comments that there are 24 and not 23 dead men in the cave!

Who is the 24th dead body?

Is it Karl Emden?  Who killed him?

Why is Mr.Peterhouse growing poisonous plants? Is he down with dementia?

Is the death of Caroline’s husband and Mr.Clun’s manslaughter case related in anyway?

Unable to get any clues in the island of Hombres Muertos,  Dame Beatrice reaches London, to do a background check on all the tourists she had met on the island. Meanwhile, Dame sends her assistant, a new mother, Laura and her newborn baby to the island in her stead. (The dacoits on the island kidnap Laura, but once they find out that she has a newborn waiting at the hotel, eager for his dinner of milk, they let her go. Who knew even a newborn can be a saviour from dacoits!)

To find who really is the villain, it is better to read the book. I know you will!

P.S :

1. The writing style is very different to what I have been used to, since it was written in 1950’s. It is indirect  and exhausting at first, but I got used to it pretty soon.

2. We get no clues at all about who the killer may be.

3. Since the detective,  Dame Beatrice is psychology expert, her brilliance only proves Gladys herself was a genius. I will surely try to find more of her books. She is also a contemporary writer of Dame Agatha Cristie.

4. Incidentally, the dacoits kidnap Clement too, but let him go, unable to bear him! LOL!

I love the location where the novel is based on, which is new and unique.

Till the next post, cheerio.

To Ooty, at last!

Day 2:

Originally we had planned on starting our drive from Bengaluru to Ooty at 6 in the morning but ended up starting little after 9:30 a.m. Inspite of that, there was little traffic. Thank Ram, Sita, Lakshman and their gang! (Just saw trailer of Adipurush and no wonder I keep remembering the said Gods!)

Mr.Bee rode us through the Nice Road, from Bengaluru to Mysore.  It was a good road and a drive on it felt like flying on the clouds! (I am scared of high speeds and Mr.Bee is a fan of speed racing.)

We made a brief stop near Mysore City Bus Nildana. I wanted to reminiscence the good old days of my life at Infosys, Mysore campus. My friends and I would come out of the campus every weekend to Devaraja Wodeyar Market and enjoy hours of retail therapy, called shopping by mere mortals! We would buy fresh fruits to last the week and I also remember buying a number of books by Agatha Cristie, along with clothes and accessories.

I showed one of our regular haunts to Mr.Bee, the Cauvery Emporium. He loved all the Rosewood furniture on display there. GBee refused to leave the Rose wood sofa set on display, whereas KBee was mighty impressed with the Rosewood inlay frames of Lord Ganesha on display!

Karthikeya(KBee) admiring the Ganesha Inlay!

The above pic is sourced from search engine, but KBee kept pulling at my kurti, to make me move towards this one frame of the elephant headed Lord Ganesha, all the while uttering the words, ‘It’s an elephant, it’s an elephant, mommy!’ (KBee couldn’t differentiate between my favourite God and an elephant. He is only 2 years old, so, Saat Khoon Maaf!)

I really really wanted to have my lunch at Das Prakash, since it was already late, we rushed to the Kamat  Madhuvan, Ittige Gudu, which was nearby. The Kamat Hotel at Lakdikapul, Hyderabad is a personal favourite, so we gave this Mysore Kamat restaurant a chance! (Next time Das Prakash!)

Although we had to wait a little while to get seated, I loved the food that was served there. We had the North Karnataka Thali. The menu had Jowar roti, methi leaves and cucumber salad, sprouts curry to name a few. It is a win win for health conscious people. We bought a paan at the end, to round up our meal. (I worried myself silly, that Mr.Bee may feel sleepy behind the wheel, what with such a hearty meal!)

The brief lunch halt turned out to be more than a two hour break, but never mind, who is rushing us? No one!

The Mysore to Ooty road is a pleasant drive.  We hardly met any traffic and the beauty was scenic. Just before entering the forest area, Mr.Bee and I bought Kala Jamun and Choco Bar ice creams respectively. (The kids were fast asleep in the car-bed and we enjoyed our ice creams!) We drove to Ooty via Bandipur Forest as well as Mudumalai Forest, saw deers, stags, elephants, monkeys in huge numbers. We also saw a couple of peacocks too. That’s when we woke up the kiddos, who were excited to watch the animals up close. In the middle of the forest, among-st the flora and fauna, I felt at peace! (in-spite of two hyper kids shouting at the top of their lungs!)

Since, all the deer are ignoring the camera, enjoy the scenery!

The Baby Elephant with its two legged friend.

The drive in the forest was the best. We took the longest possible route to Ooty, hoping to spot more and more animals and to entertain the kiddos. The ghat roads are a fun drive and after every 3 turns, there would be a tiny stall, selling boiled sweet corns, wild baby carrots, pickled Indian gooseberries (Amla in Hindi, usirikaya in Telugu) , jack fruits (panasa in Telugu) in varied sizes. The mountainous region looked over-populated, if the traffic is any indication!

By the time we reached our hotel in Ooty, La Montana it was already 8 p.m. and the temperature was 14 C. Since the dinner would be served only till 9, we rushed to our room for a breather and rushed to the in-house restaurant to have our buffet dinner.

La Montana – Heaven on Earth

The buffet was memorable because, there was a musician playing live music on his tiny piano. He was playing a recent hit song from the Tamil movie starring Dhanush and Samyukta Menon, Sir, to be exact. I even recorded it in a video, but it is not presentable, thanks to my kids running here and there, in front of my cell, trying to distract me!

Anyway, we reached the room, tried to watch a little t.v., but soon dozed off into a deep slumber, thanks to the cold climate, cozy bed and comforters.

Ooty, we will check you out tomorrow! That’s my last thought before sleeping away.

P.S:

  1. My precious little gems, my chocolate filled muffins, GBee and KBee talk mostly in English, even if I talk in Telugu to them. Looks like the pink Peppa Pig is a bigger influence than the stay-at-home-mom! They even have Peppa Pig night wear, those little tv addicts!
  2. La Montana – The heaven on Earth, because, the view is to die for! From the balcony, we could see the beautiful estates, the rose gardens, people going about their business, the nearby mountains, the huge trees and far away valleys, look at the Sun Rise, feel the mild breeze and what not! If you don’t have your cuppa tea here, in the balcony, every morning during your stay, I don’t know why you even planned your stay there!
  3. I forgot the shop, but in the Devaraja Market, Mysore, we get the best asafoetida or hing. My uncle showed the store to me, but I have forgotten it with the passing of more than a decade of time! (Any Mysore locals reading this post can direct message me. Any help is appreciated.)
  4. While we were passing the Mudumalai forest, I remembered Oscar winning documetary The Elephant Whisperers which was shot here and wondered if I would meet the now famous duo! We didn’t, obviously!
  5. I wonder who named the jack fruit, it feels like cursing the poor fruit!
  6. This is not a sposored post. I am just naming the eateries and places, which I really enjoyed.

Wait for the next post. Till then, adios!

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