As Miss Marple sat basking in the Caribbeansunshine, she felt mildly discontented with life. True, the warmth eased her rheumatism, but here inparadise nothing ever happened.
Eventually, her interest was aroused by an oldsoldier's yarn about a murderer he had known. Infuriatingly, just as he was about to show her a snapshotof this acquaintance, the Major was suddenlyinterrupted. A diversion that was to prove fatal.
“Jane Marple has an uncanny combination of elderly gentility and bedrock cynicism about human foibles learned by observing the mundane in everyday village life.”
-Mary Daheim, USA Today bestselling author of the Bed-and-Breakfast mysteries
“Throws off the false clues and misleading events as only a master of the art can do.”
-New York Times
“Liveliness....Infectious zest….As good as anything Miss Christie has done.”