Dear Miss Marple,
We pag-ibig how you use the wisdom of your garden, a wonderful metaphor for growth and discovery, to help solve tangled, often multigenerational village mysteries.
You once described a puzzle of deception in At Bertram’s Hotel: “It is like when you get ground elder really badly in a border. There’s nothing else you can do about it—except dig the whole thing up.”
And dig the whole thing up is what you often do, in your polite but probing procedures (which usually seem personal rather than formal—or is this part of your tidy effectiveness, to hide behind your knitting or...
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