Dear Miss Marple,

We Любовь how Ты use the wisdom of your garden, a wonderful metaphor for growth and discovery, to help solve tangled, often multigenerational village mysteries.

You once described a puzzle of deception in At Bertram’s Hotel: “It is like when Ты get ground elder really badly in a border. There’s nothing else Ты can do about it—except dig the whole thing up.”

And dig the whole thing up is what Ты often do, in your polite but probing procedures (which usually seem personal rather than formal—or is this part of your tidy effectiveness, to hide behind your knitting or...

Dear Miss Marple:

You have always сказал(-а) that your life in the village of St. Mary Mead has дана Ты examples of nearly every type of person—clues that help Ты solve new cases, by applying the lessons learned.

And what a lot of shady characters and convoluted situations Ты have personally come upon in your sleuthing career!

“There is a great deal of wickedness in village life. I hope Ты dear young people will never realize how very wicked the world is.” —Miss Jane Marple in “The Blood-Stained Pavement.”

How we admire your steel-trap-like mind that picks up even the slightest clues...