Dated, silly
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These stories hit the same basic theme over and over: good honest people down on their luck are miraculously rescued by a chance encounter with a wealthy benefactor. The phrase "there was nothing of the Socialist in him/her," a Christie favorite, recurs. The writing style may have passed for suave and worldly at one time, but now just seems silly. It reminds me of low-rent porn fiction. Not good at all.
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