But the book was littered and overflowing with affairs. You see, the plot idea was fine-I can go along with the whole let's take revenge on people and murder them in the style of Shakepeare deaths because reasons thing. I was too busy trying to find the thread of the mystery to be bothered with clues. Not because I didn't recognize clues when they came along (if they did), but because I really wasn't looking for them. I recognized the connection early on, but didn't spot the criminal. Credit is duly given when the villain of the piece admits as much in the final scenes.
The murder methods (and motive, quite frankly) are lifted wholesale from a 1973 Vincent Price film Theater of Blood. June Vintage Mystery Extravaganza Reviews.Murder, She Said: The Quotable Miss Marple (mini-r.
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