Sleeping Murder

Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.

One always has hope for human nature

It's very dangerous to believe people, I haven't for years.

Why the worst women should always attract the best men is something hard to fathom!

No,” said Miss Marple. “You believed what he said. It really is very dangerous to believe people. I never have for years.

Her words held all the pointed innuendo that elderly ladies are able to achieve with the minimum of actual statement.

Can't you ever leave murder alone, woman? Even murder in retrospect?

I’ve been gossiping a little. In shops—and waiting for buses. Old ladies are supposed to be inquisitive. Yes, one can pick up quite a lot of local news.

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.

But then murder is by way of being an amateur crime.