No Marple or Poirot to be found, by Mrs. Oliver is there.
People are dying all around London, seemingly of natural causes, but are they? What of the dying confession of a modern day Typhoid Mary? Is voodoo happening? Can one be killed in a seance with a chicken's blood?
Quite silly and dated, actually. One had too be there in the early 60's to catch the mood.
Saved from a 1 star by a surprise twist at the end.
People are dying all around London, seemingly of natural causes, but are they? What of the dying confession of a modern day Typhoid Mary? Is voodoo happening? Can one be killed in a seance with a chicken's blood?
Quite silly and dated, actually. One had too be there in the early 60's to catch the mood.
Saved from a 1 star by a surprise twist at the end.
