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James Japp

James Japp

James Japp

was a detective chap

although he needed Hercules

to put him right;

and Captain Hastings

usually gets it all wrong

apart from the one thing he says

that sets Hercules’ little grey cells thinking

upon the correct path

to the logical solution.

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“AgathaChristiethon, anybody?”

“AgathaChristiethon!”

Yesterday,

The Mysterious Affair at Styles

was the first

many followed

few bettered.

Today’s AgathaChristiethon

starts with A Pocketful Of Rye;

while the weather is appalling

It helps the day slip by.

Happy Birthday, Agatha Christie


Author’s Note: I should have posted this today.
The mystery

Of Agatha Christie

And where she went

For those eleven days

Has never truly been explained.
It has been said

That she left her daughter in bed

And went to seek a truth.
But, the truth will out

Without a doubt…

But, there is nowt

That is known

Of where Agatha went.
When she returned

It couldn’t be learned

Of where she had been

Or what she had done.
It was Agatha Christie

With the Unknown Purpose

In the Morris Cowley

That did it;
But, what ‘it’ may have been…
Perhaps, we shall never know.
Well, we all like a good mystery.

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)

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.