Among the towering red cliffs of Petra, like some monstrous swollen Buddha, sat the corpse of Mrs. Boynton. A tiny puncture mark on her wrist was the only sign of the fatal injection that had killed her. With only 24 hours available to solve the mystery, Hercule Poirot recalled a chance remark hed overheard back in Jerusalem: You see, dont you, that shes got to be killed? Mrs. Boynton was, indeed, the most detestable woman hed ever met.