Miss Marple

Dear Miss Marple,

We upendo how wewe use the wisdom of your garden, a wonderful metaphor for growth and discovery, to help solve tangled, often multigenerational village mysteries.

You once described a puzzle of deception in At Bertram’s Hotel: “It is like when wewe get ground elder really badly in a border. There’s nothing else wewe can do about it—except dig the whole thing up.”

And dig the whole thing up is what wewe often do, in your polite but probing procedures (which usually seem personal rather than formal—or is this part of your tidy effectiveness, to hide behind your knitting or...

Dear Miss Marple:

You have always alisema that your life in the village of St. Mary Mead has aliyopewa wewe examples of nearly every type of person—clues that help wewe solve new cases, kwa applying the lessons learned.

And what a lot of shady characters and convoluted situations wewe have personally come upon in your sleuthing career!

“There is a great deal of wickedness in village life. I hope wewe dear young people will never realize how very wicked the world is.” —Miss Jane Marple in “The Blood-Stained Pavement.”

How we admire your steel-trap-like mind that picks up even the slightest clues...