Chapter 1 “The Tuesday Night Club” ‘Unsolved mysteries.’ Miss Marple wore a black brocade dress, very much pinched in round the waist. Mechlin lace was arrenged in a cascade down the front of the bodice. She was knitting something white and soft and fleecy. Her faded blue eyes, benignant and kindly, surveyed her nephew and her nephew’s guests with gentle pleasure. They rested first on Raymond himself, self-consciously debonair, then on Joyce Lempriere, the artist, with her close-cropped black head and queer hazel-green eyes, then on that well-groomed man of the world, Sir Henry Clithering. There were two other people in the room, Dr Pender, the elderly clergyman of the paris, and Mr Petherick, thesolicitor, a dried-up little man with eyeglasses which he looked over and not through. They formed a Club named The Tuesday Night Club. It is to meet every week, and each number in turn has to propound a problem. They have to unravel unsolved mystery. The facts are very ...
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