Miss Marple

The annual horticultural exhibition is under way in the grounds of the great house, the marquee smells of cut grass and rivalry, and a Major's prize roses have quite obviously been bought rather than grown.

1 hr 3 min·No. 210

It begins, as so many unpleasant things do, with flowers.

1 hr 9 min·No. 191

On a pale March afternoon in an English village, a pretty young wife arrives at a country house in quiet distress, convinced her jealous husband means her harm and terrified of the reckless young admirer who refuses to stay away.

1 hr 16 min·No. 130

Scotland: after a bitter solicitor dies, his heir inherits not peace but a paper-obsessed legacy—anonymous block-capital threats, a missing green-ribbon packet, forced deed-boxes, and a hidden memorandum book beneath a study floorboard—while a sharp-eyed village sleuth reads the household like a ledger and discovers the danger isn’t an 1811 robbery at all, but a modern, respectable man using old shame as leverage; Let the Dead Bank Lie is an original Golden Age–style mystery about inheritance, fear, and the small mistakes that betray the greedy.

1 hr 12 min·No. 126

When an old friend summons a village sleuth to Bertram’s Hotel over an anonymous letter tied to a vanished aristocrat scandal, a frightened woman disappears, a watchful reporter circles the lobby, and a London house begins to reveal its truth through bells, delivery slips, staff memories, and one chauffeur who knows too much; as panic, gossip, and social respectability collide, the case turns on who is being hidden, who is being manipulated, and who profits when fear is mistaken for silence; inspired by historical crime of its era while remaining entirely fictional, The Real Shadow at Bertram’s is an original Golden Age–style mystery of disappearance, class pressure, and the quiet mechanics of coercion.

1 hr 9 min·No. 109

In quiet St.

1 hr 18 min·No. 106

” But the house doesn’t add up. A corridor is too long. A wall holds the cold as if it’s hiding space. Tradesmen pause as if expecting a door where no door exists.

1 hr 16 min·No. 91

DESCRIPTIONChristmas Eve at Rutherford Hall should have meant candlelight, wreaths, and goodwill. Instead, it brings anonymous threats, a sudden death, and a pair of identical holly wreaths — one fresh, one quietly wilting — whose presence seems to spread fear through the household like frost along a windowpane.

54 min·No. 82

DESCRIPTIONA missing baby. A ladder at the nursery window. A ransom note demanding £10,000. And one very sharp old lady who sees what everyone else overlooks. When the Denhams’ infant son vanishes from his cot at Little Fellings, the whole of St Mary Mead is thrown into panic.

1 hr 5 min·No. 73