Dear Miss Marple,
We love how u 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 u get ground elder really badly in a border. There’s nothing else u can do about it—except dig the whole thing up.”
And dig the whole thing up is what u 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...
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