The Murder at the Vicarage
‘There is no detective in England … equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.’ Enter Miss Marple. When Colonel Protheroe the local land owner, church warden and magistrate is shot dead, Miss Marple can think of at least seven people who might be very glad to have Colonel Protheroe out of the way. But which of the seven pulled the trigger?
