by Agatha Christie 1965
Miss Marple’s Caribbean holiday was peaceful. Even – for one of her spry spirit – a bit dull.
At the Golden Palm Hotel, she only half-listened to the garrulous Major Palgrave’s stories of his early life and of the murderer he once knew. But Miss Marple was brought sharply to attention when the Major’s chatter was suddenly, rudely, interrupted by murder.
The Major’s mysterious death was followed by another, and still another, until Miss Marple remembered – in the nick of time – the detail that turned the whole case around, and proved once again her amazing powers of detection.
Excellent! What can I say about a Christie that hasn’t been said before?! Never disappointed in the plot, always intriguing and fun. Cast of characters always top-notch. I enjoy the introduction list of characters at the beginning of each of her books.
Miss Marple was feeling a little out of her element in the beginning, the West Indies a new and exotic local for her. But then she started comparing the guests at the resort to someone in her hometown of St. Mary Meade and it made her feel right home…
‘One of those quiet men with good manners. You never knew what they were thinking about. Sometimes they surprised you. Major Harper, she remembered, had quietly cut his throat one day. Nobody had ever known why. Miss Marple thought that she did know, but she’d never been quite sure…’
It will haunt me to my death now what really happened to Major Harper! Oh Agatha, why oh why?
As chapter 3 opens Miss Marple is getting up and having her usual breakfast of tea, a boiled egg and a slice of paw-paw. She thought the fruit on the island was rather disappointing. Always paw-paw, how she longed for a slice of apple! She guessed she would do the same thing she did everyday since arriving. The only question was would she sit with her knitting on the bathing beach to watch the children and the swimmers or sit on the terrace overlooking the sea or she could take a drive in the afternoon.
‘Today would be a day like any other day, she said to herself.
Only, of course, it wasn’t.’
And of course our tale is off and running then! A much enjoyable read! This might just be a summer of Christie for me! Do you have a favorite Christie book? I’m not sure if I could pin it down to just one!