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A Secret Message in an Agatha Christie Novel

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The note that I found slipped between the pages of my book (Agatha’s ‘They Do It With Mirrors’) gave me the terse message:

‘We are no further from the truth. 87a.’

I disposed of this slip of paper in the time-honoured way – I ate it – then set to thinking upon this latest ‘lack of’ development.

We had been passing messages this way for all of two months. I, receiving a thin strand of rice-paper with short missives; my counterpart having the benefit of my replies and questions in a similar form, attached to various items or concealed at random points where we knew each other to be. These destinations had been set up by the number/letter arrangement on the end of the message – ’87a’ meant I was to be at Henri’s Wednesday at 14:45. We had a series of locations, days and times that we had conceived as our drop-off codes; anytime we had a feeling that the code had been *infiltrated* we would use one of our ‘curtail’ keywords. We rarely met. The system in its simple way worked – though at the moment there seemed that there was little of anything for anybody to infiltrate.

Tbc (possibly)

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TV Film Haiku #2 – Agatha Christie’s Sleeping Murder

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Film Haiku #2 Agatha Christie’s Sleeping Murder

Agatha Christie
Her novel Sleeping Murder
With Miss Jane Marple

Murder Mystery,
Maybe there’s a red herring;
Jane will sort it out.

“The Butler did it?”

“I really don’t think he did;

There is no butler!”

Marple, Jane Marple.

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Geraldine McEwan

” St. Mary Mead, two-three-five?”
And off Jane goes
Another murder
In another hall
Or library,
Vicarage,
Or the like.

Her mind sorts out
The scarlet fish
From the Scooby-Doos
And we know that
In the end
All will be revealed.

And the Butler…?

Probably not.