IN THIS ARTICLE: Crime writer Agatha Christie's endearing supersleuth Miss Marple started life in 1930, in Murder at the Vicarage, as "a nasty old cat" with an unpleasant habit of interfering.
Did you see the old lady with the cane? What if she has a ceramic knife in there that can go through the metal detector? And yet you waste your time harassing a little kid.
No sooner had Mr Mason joined the group of guests than a servant entered to announce the arrival of an old gipsy woman, who was supposed to be a skilled fortune-teller.