So here we are at another full length Miss Marple story, and one of my favourites from the BBC adaptations starring Joan Hickson.
Colonel and Dolly Bantry are woken one morning by their maid screaming because she has tripped over the body of a strangled woman in the library. The Colonel phones the police and Mrs Bantry calls her old pal Miss Marple.
The Bantrys have no idea who the dead woman is, although village gossip soon ramps up to wonder whether the Colonel might have been up to no good behind Dolly's back. It transpires that the girl is a pro-dancer at a local hotel, and from there the trail leads into a web of family lies and deceit.
Miss Marple is delicious in this, nudging the ever grumpy Inspector Slack and rather upright Chief Inspector, Colonel Melchett,in the right direction. The solution is ingenious, and with your eyes open, you can solve this one on your own. You may find tea and knitting help sharpen your mind.
Christie is at her best when she does these sorts of plots. A closed cast of characters, each one rather shady and with a secret, all bound up with a British stiff upper lip. Marvellous autumnal reading.