Hercule Poirot becomes interested in a case of a murdered man stuffed into a spanish chest. While it looks like a close case, Poirot investigates further as he believes the police have the wrong man in custody.
This short mystery seemed pretty grisly. Imagine a dead body stuffed in a chest, with blood staining the rug below. Considering how all of the previous short stories by Agatha Christie that I've read have been a mystery without a corpse, this was a interestingly different mystery. I was completely perplexed by the mystery and couldn't figure out the killer before Poirot.
Poirot feels quite nostalgic in this mystery. He calls on his secretary to help him and seems to be missing "Hasting's ineptitude". It was a different side of Poirot that I haven't seen before and it made him more personable.
The Mystery of the Spanish Chest was another intriguing mystery from Agatha Christie, and has only reinforced in my mind that she's my favorite author. Another flawless, intriguing mystery.