Marnie hesitated on the path, wondering if she was walking into an Agatha Christie novel. Tentatively she took some steps. The smell of jasmine and the ever so slight breeze brought the sounds of bees to her ears.
Looking around paths she half expected to see the little Belgian detective, Hurlcle Poirot to step out from behind a rose bush pruning sheers in hand. Or from another corner the famed old old Miss Marple to come and offer her tea.
So when an elderly lady wheeled up in a wheelchair she was surprised to recognize her.
"Agatha Christie." She finished.
"Marina, I am so glad you could come. I've been looking forward to sharing one of my greatest fans my most recent work."
"How..., did you know...?" "
"This way, All will be explained soon." She wheeled the chair around sharply and Marine could do nothing but follow her idea to the far end of the garden for tea.
Marnie hesitated on the path, wondering if she was walking into an Agatha Christie novel. The path was lined with roses and other flowers. Most of which she couldn't name. At this point, she didn't care. The call had told her to return to the scene where her brother had been killed.
The police were waiting for her.
Walking down the path around the corner. She noted several uniformed officers standing nearby trying to look busy. on the bench in the center of the garden sat DCI Tom Barnaby. He stood u as Marine approached.
"Maine, I'm arresting you for the murder of your brother, Kevin..."
At that moment a small impeccably dressed man stepped out of the shadows.
"Excuse me Missure, But I'm afraid you're wrong... She did not murder her brother. She is guilty of many things but not murder"
Barnaby turned to face the new arrival.
"Ah please to forgive me, I am Missure Hercule Poirot,"
Barnaby of course had heard of him. He'd read his exploits as a child.
"You not real.."
"Ah, I assure you I am very much real. and she is innocent of this crime of which you wish to charge her with. Please. that I may explain to you exactly what happened.