Miss Marple is recovering from a slight illness in the Bahamas, thanks to her nephew's generosity. She enjoys the sea and the sun, but misses the excitement that always seems to be brewing just under the surface back in her own village of St. Mary Mead. As she usually does, she starts seeing similarities between her current companions and the folks back home. One of her pastimes is sitting with old Major Palgrave, who loves telling stories of his adventurous life...ad nauseam. It's not so much that people mind his stories, as that he tells the same ones again and again. However, after telling Miss Marple the story of a murderer and announcing that he had a snapshot, he rapidly shoves the photo back in his wallet and abruptly changes the subject. This doesn't worry Miss Marple terribly until the poor old Major shows up dead the very next morning. People keep insisting that he had high blood pressure, but no one can remember who might have told them that. Miss Marple fears the worst. Why kill an old blowhard who could be laughed away, unless the murderer was really there and preparing to strike again? If anyone can sort it out, it's Miss Jane Marple. I listened to this on audio and enjoyed it thoroughly.
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