A sick joke brought the sharp-tongued Miss Marple to the Fortescue hoe...Sergent Hay looked up at Inspector Neele from the bottom of the stairs. He was panting. Sir, he said urgently. We ve found her! Found who? Gladys, sir, the maid. Strangled, she was, with a stocking around her throat - been dead for hours, I d say. And sir, it s a wicked kind of joke - there was a clothes peg clipped on her nose...
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