A tri-partite Marple omnibus. The magnificent Miss uses her incredible insights into village lives and motives as the microcosm that allows her to solve deadly crimes perpetrated by more worldly individuals. In the first, Miss Marple is there from the start, to discover why the peroxided blonde should be found, quite dead, in the drafting room of the innocent Colonel's mansion. The second mystery is recounted in the first person by her vicar. He thinks the old girl is rum. He himself is an old dear with a young wife and the embarrassment of a body in his study. Miss Marple, nimbly, through the French doors to the rescue. The last story is traced by a poison pen. It's not her village, but, toward the end of the story, Miss M. is called in to find and show a poison pen that is more fatal than a bullet--or village gossip. She's fond of reminding the police that things are not always what they seem, but she's always seemed good You can almost hear the hot harpsichord that underscores her movies as you read this.