Sleeping Murder (Miss Marple, #13)

by Agatha Christie

Miss Marple was an attractive old lady, tall and thin, with pink cheeks and blue eyes, and a gentle, rather fussy manner. Her blue eyes often had a little twinkle in them.

I’m afraid I have a sadly distrustful nature, but, especially in a matter of murder, I make it a rule to take nothing that is told to me as true, unless it is checked.

“You believed what he said. It really is very dangerous to believe people. I never have for years.”