"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?" Rex Fortesque was not so fortunate. He wasn't presented with a pie--he was murdered. The only clue is the rye found in his trousers pocket. When two more murders ensue only Jane Marple is able to see a pattern: a childhood rhyme with a link to the victims' past. Murder, though, is anything but child's play. And the case becomes ...
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"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?" Rex Fortesque was not so fortunate. He wasn't presented with a pie--he was murdered. The only clue is the rye found in his trousers pocket. When two more murders ensue only Jane Marple is able to see a pattern: a childhood rhyme with a link to the victims' past. Murder, though, is anything but child's play. And the case becomes especially personal for Miss Marple as the killer's next victim is her former maid, Gladys.
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