Rubbing to edges. Spine and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased. Spine torn. Worn patches on back cover.
The county was outraged.
"Do you mean to tell me," demanded Colonel Bantry, "that there is a body in my library, my library?" The butler coughed. "Perhaps, sir, you would like to see for yourself."
How did the body of an unknown girl get into the library?
Why had she been murdered?
Who was her killer?
It took Miss Marple's wily brain to work out the answer.