Murder at the Vicarage
Classic Agatha Christie: the only place to come for a jolly good murder. Seriously addictive and goes perfectly with a nice hot cup of tea. Miss Marple might be pushing eighty or so, but she’s got a mind as sharp as a razor. This sweet old lady has a suspicious streak that lets her sniff out a murder from a mile away. So when Colonel Protheroe is killed in the tranquil village vicarage next to her house, Miss Marple is right onto it. Think you can guess whodunnit? Warning: red herrings!