There is a lot to love about Miss Marple. She plumbs the deepest, darkest recesses of human nature without looking up from her knitting. She rarely leaves St Mary Mead yet knows more about evil than most of the pompous police detectives who make the fatal mistake of underestimating a little old woman: she cuts through their arrogance and bluster with in…
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