As Jane Marple sat basking in the Caribbean sunshine, she felt mildly discontented with life. True, the warmth eased her rheumatism, but here in paradise, nothing ever happened.Eventually, her interest was aroused by an old soldier's yarn about a strange coincidence. Infuriatingly, just as he was about to show her an astonishing photograph, the Major's attention wandered. He never did finished the story.weiterlesen
"Liveliness...infectious zest...as good as anything Miss Christie has done." (Observer)
"Throws off the false clues and misleading events as only a master of the art can do." (New York Times)
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