Wealthy mogul Rex Forsythe dies at work of poisoning from an obscure toxin found in the berries of the yew tree. There’s some grain in his coat pocket, which turns out to be rye. The Scotland Yard detective is intrigued by this. Rex had two sons and a daughter, and a younger second wife (don’t they all?), all of whom would benefit from his death. He was also kind of a jerk that no one would really miss. Also in the Forsythe house (Yewtree Lodge) […]
Yup, more Marple
This is the third novel to feature Miss Marple (the 2nd, The Body in the Library, I reviewed in a previous Cannonball). She doesn’t show up for a bit, though. The story starts with Jerry and Joanna Burton, cosmopolitan London siblings, taking a house in the country so Jerry can recover from a plane crash. They’re settling in, meeting the neighbors, and then they get an anonymous letter accusing them of not being brother and sister (if you know what I mean). Turns out a […]
So Jane. Much Marple.
So a while ago, Amazon had a good deal on the whole Christie/Marple collection for Kindle. Of course I jumped on it, because I adore Agatha Christie, and particularly her Marple books. She’s just such a twinkly old lady (so says Agatha, and so says I). I think the omnibus goes in order, so this story is the actual first appearance of Miss Marple. We’re introduced to her in her lovely village of Saint Mary Mead, which is a hotbed of all manner of naughtiness, according […]