Customer Reviews:
 From dustcover.... March 24, 2008
Angel Silver (England)
Bobby Jones was playing golf near the cliffs with the village doctor when his ball flew over the edge. Looking down on to the rocks below he saw an ominous dark bundle; scrambling down he found it was a man of about forty, still breathing but unconscious. Suddenly the man opened his eyes and spoke quite distinctly, "Why didn't they ask Evans ?" Seconds later he was dead!"
 An underrated gem June 24, 2007
Ms. MacNeill (London)
7 out of 7 found this review helpful
A surprising success! "Why Didn't They Ask Evans" is a real romper of a detective story, packed full of amateur sleuths, red herrings, and clever hints. Particularly well written is the developing relationship between the two protagonists, Frankie and Bobbie. Christie, for all her failings, always manages to write romances charmingly and she does not disappoint here: I found myself rooting for the pair of them to get together the whole way through.
All things considered, this is classic Christie stuff, and probably deserves to be more widely-read than I suspect it is. Even leaving aside the romance, the mystery is intriguing and original, and I was honestly kept guessing until the very end. Furthermore, unlike some of her novels, little clues are dropped here and there regarding the villain's inconsistency in his story, so that the reader can do some sleuthing along with Frankie and Bobbie. The identity of Evans, as the other reader points out, isn't really something that can be deducted, which is slightly disappointing - however, the book isn't really *about* discovering Evans' identity. It is someone who the reader meets along the way, so keep an open mind if you want to have a guess!
The story does take a turn for the bizarre three-quarters of the way through: the heroes are kidnapped and the story becomes slightly more implausible from that point on. This criticism is minor, however; really, the book is Christie at her absolute finest. It is witty, clever, and the plot twists and turns throughout. Fully recommended.
Light-hearted Christie. April 7, 2006
S. Hapgood
13 out of 13 found this review helpful
This is one of Dame Agatha's more light-hearted romps. No Poirot, no Jane Marple, or Inspector Japp, or even Tommy and Tuppence. Instead a very likeable pair of Bright Young Things (and I don't normally like them in the early Christie works!), called Lady Frances (Frankie to her friends) Derwent, and Bobby Jones. Bobby is the sort of handsome, amiable, but not exactly intellectual young man that the author clearly enjoyed writing about, and Frankie is another of the strong, spirited and resourceful young women who are often a staple of the classic Christie novel. The title "Why Didn't They Ask Evans?" (and if you don't know the story, I guarantee you'll never guess who Evans turns out to be!), are the suitably cryptic words of a dying man who has fallen off a cliff. Add to the mix a spooky sanatorium, a gang of international drug-dealers (Christie-style), a Terry-Thomas style bounder, and plenty of madcap adventures, and you have a very fast-paced enjoyable read.
One of Christie's best August 19, 2000
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
Christie wrote many books and so, as you read through them, you notice that understanably some are masterpieces (And Then There Were None, Orient Express etc.) and some were obviously hard work to write. This is one of Christie's best, and thankfully a breath of fresh air away from a certain correct little Belgian detective...Why Didn't They Ask Evans? is a fantastic yarn just wandering around 1930s upper class England, full of buffoons and jolly ripping fellows! Frankie and Bobby are the best ever heroes I've come across in an Agatha Christie - they are shamelessly melodramatic and self confident. Frankie loves all of her wonderful plans and schemes and fancies herself and Bobby as being rather wonderful amateur sleuths! And Bobby's hasn't fallen for Moira at all! No... You've got to read Evans to appreciate the wonders of Bobby and Frankie's adventure, trotting from Wales to London to Hampshire and back to Oxford Street! And all in order to find out about that "blighter fell off a cliff. Tragic really." Love it! Prove me wrong! It's a hell of a lot of jolly good, clean fun!
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