In The Tragedy at Marsdon Manor, actor Desmond Britt offers an amusing comedic bit as the owner of a country inn who lures Poirot with a fabricated murder-mystery drawn from his own unfinished literary manuscript. Naturally, a real murder then ensues. Here we get a sample of Poirot's frustrated, agitated self when asked about the accommodations at the inn. He acidly replies, "The duck feather pillows — it feels as though the ducks are still in them."
Each episode offers a bounty of delights. Subtle cinematic touches carefully construct grand English vistas both combustible engine urban and steam locomotive rural. The programs are as visual and rewarding as a ride on The Orient Express.