Not men and women. They have nothing personal about them.

They are corpses, nothing else!

Marshall 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 have a vacation. He came to rest at this beautiful Devon resort and now he has to solve a murder. From the very first moment, he had noticed that Arlina's provocative behavior was stirring up 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?