#I really did love greta scacchi as tuppence even though apparently that episode wasn't much like the books

[leupagus]

Thank God I had an afternoon's worth of entertainment at Scotland Yard — and no darling, I wasn't arrested. Do you remember old Finchy, that dour chap they sent down to us with the Mysore Diamond in late '55, and we had a jolly good shootout with that devil from Pretoria? Turns out Finchy's been putting off his climb up the ladder and the top brass have absolutely had it; something about a body in a suitcase that sealed his fate, poor man. (London must be going to the absolute dogs if there are bodies being stuffed into suitcases these days. Buenos Aires will be heaven in comparison, and not just because you're there waiting for me.) At any rate, word was out that the blessed event was to begin at 1600 and you can bet that tremendously expensive lipstick you're so fond of that I was there as the clock struck. I'll give Finchy this much, he looked a bit less like a wet funeral than I remembered; perhaps he's resigned himself to his fate. The real fun came afterward, when all were gathered in Peel Hall for the obligatory champers and chinwag. Who do you think was there chatting with everyone and quite at her ease? Your funny little friend who helped you a bit with Aunt Ada's murder, Miss Marple! I confess I didn't recognise her at first. I'm so used to identifying aged relics by their hats, and she's done the unthinkable and changed it.