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Well I guess I can't complain Trillian gets nothing to do in this one.

Much more plot-heavy than the last two in a way that I think really works even if plot is clearly not Adams's strength. I can almost see a "serious" version of this story instead of one that's mostly cricket puns. SO much of this is about cricket. Did I even get it as a teen?

Christie doesn't seem to have the same innate talent for thrillers as she had for detective stories at this point. It plays all its cards face-up, which actually works to forefront the real appeal of the story: the relationship between Tommy and Tuppence.

... Unfortunately they spend much of it separated. Oh well. Still, it's a fine little mystery, and I'm interested in the sequels if only for the knowledge that they are written so far apart that T&T age over them.

If anything's disappointing me on revisiting this series it's Trillian. She had little to do last time and gets even less here.

I think I unlocked a memory halfway through of not jiving with this one so much as a teen either. Very plotty, meandering between set pieces that mostly lead to dead ends, and also seems to have forgotten that the last book ended with a promise to go to the titular Restaurant. But the plot functions well enough as a Wit Delivery System that it's hard to mind so much.

I like the captain in the bath. He's got life figured out.