The Murder at the Vicarage
The first Miss Marple mystery, one which tests all her powers of observation and deduction. “Anyone who murdered Colonel Protheroe,” declared the parson, brandishing a carving knife above a joint of roast beef, “would be doing the world at large a favor!” It was a careless remark for a man of... show more
The first Miss Marple mystery, one which tests all her powers of observation and deduction. “Anyone who murdered Colonel Protheroe,” declared the parson, brandishing a carving knife above a joint of roast beef, “would be doing the world at large a favor!” It was a careless remark for a man of the cloth. And one which was to come back and haunt the clergyman just a few hours later—when the Colonel is found shot dead in the clergyman’s study. But as Miss Marple soon discovers, the whole village seems to have had a motive to kill Colonel Protheroe.
Publish date: April 12th 2011
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Pages no: 285
Edition language: English
, European Literature
, British Literature
, Mystery Thriller
, Cozy Mystery
, Murder Mystery
I don’t feel the need to do an actual review for this one, so instead I’ll just say that Jane Marple is my favorite character that ever came out of Agatha Christie’s mind. As the good vicar said: If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afr...
The first Miss Marple mystery that showcases a different Miss Marple than the one I am used to. This one seems nosy and at times to have ill meanings/feelings. However, in the end we get to see our first glimpse of Nemesis in action with her wanting the person or persons responsible for the murder o...
One of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple mysteries. The story is told from the pov of the Vicar, but Miss Marple is viewed as an older woman who knows all that is happening in the area and keeps track of all those who live around her. She can tell what they are wearing, what they are carrying and who th...
I enjoyed this a lot! And my success at sussing out the murderer while reading Crooked House apparently was just dumb luck, because once again I was completely fooled as to who the murderer was.
‘Nobody knows a thing about it except you, Padre.’ ‘My dear young man, you underestimate the detective instinct of village life. In St Mary Mead everyone knows your most intimate affairs. There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.’ T...