A Caribbean Mystery: A Miss Marple Mystery (Miss Marple Mysteries)
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The Queen of Mystery has come to Harper Collins! Agatha Christie, the acknowledged mistress of suspense—creator of indomitable sleuth Miss Marple, meticulous Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, and so many other unforgettable characters—brings her entire oeuvre of ingenious whodunits, locked room mysteries, and perplexing puzzles to Harper Paperbacks. The delightful Miss Marple is ensnared in A Caribbean Mystery when a retired military man sparks her curiosity with a photograph and a strange story of a murderer.
knew him quite well, didn’t you?” “Major Palgrave? No, hardly at all.” “He always had so many interesting stories to tell.” “Ghastly old bore,” said Mr. Rafiel. “Silly fool, too. He needn’t have died if he’d looked after himself properly.” “Oh come now, Mr. Rafiel,” said Mrs. Walters. “I know what I’m talking about. If you look after your health properly you’re all right anywhere. Look at me. The doctors gave me up years ago. All right, I said, I’ve got my own rules of health and I shall
figure that stood there. Then he laughed. It had looked like a faceless apparition but that was because, though the dress was white, the face was black. Victoria stepped out of the bushes on to the path. “Mr. Dyson, please?” “Yes. What is it?” Ashamed of being startled, he spoke with a touch of impatience. “I brought you this, sir.” She held out her hand. In it was a bottle of tablets. “This belongs to you, doesn’t it? Yes?” “Oh, my bottle of Serenite tablets. Yes, of course. Where did you
she—well—maybe she’s a bit nervy. Coming out here to the West Indies. All the dark faces. You know, people are rather queer, sometimes, about the West Indies and coloured people.” “Surely not girls like Molly?” “Oh, how does one know the things people are frightened of? There are people who can’t be in the room with cats. And other people who faint if a caterpillar drops on them.” “I hate suggesting it—but don’t you think perhaps she ought to see a—well, a psychiatrist?” “No!” said Tim
of any kind. No, I’ll be delighted to sit with Molly. You go along on your expedition. Pelican Point, wasn’t it?” “Yes,” said Evelyn. “Both Edward and I love it. I never get tired of seeing the birds diving down, catching up the fish. Tim’s with Molly now. But he’s got things to do and he doesn’t seem to like her being left alone.” “He’s quite right,” said Miss Marple. “I wouldn’t in his place. One never knows, does one? When anyone has attempted anything of that kind—Well, go along, my dear.”
do, of course I do,” said Dr. Graham, shaking her warmly by the hand. “Now don’t you worry. Exercise that knee every day gently but not too much, and I’ll send you round these tablets. Take one three times a day.” Five MISS MARPLE MAKES A DECISION The funeral service was said over the body of the late Major Palgrave on the following day. Miss Marple attended in company with Miss Prescott. The Canon read the service—after that life went on as usual. Major Palgrave’s death was