A sense of danger pervades the rambling Victorian mansion in which Jane Marple's friend Carrie Louise lives -- and not only because the building doubles as a rehabilitation centre for criminal youths. One inmate attempts, and fails, to shoot dead the administrator. But simultaneously, in another part of the building, a mysterious visitor is less lucky. Miss Marple must employ all her cunning to solve the riddle of the stranger's visit, and his murder -- while protecting her friend from a similarly dreadful fate.
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Excerpt from They Do It With Mirrors by Agatha Christie
Mrs Van Rydock moved a little back from the mirror and sighed.
'Well, that'll have to do,' she murmured. 'Think it's all right, Jane?'
Miss Marple eyed the Lanvanelli creation appraisingly.
'It seems to me a very beautiful gown,' she said.
'The gown's all right,' said Mrs Van Rydock and sighed.
'Take if off, Stephanie,' she said.
The elderly maid with the grey hair and the small pinched mouth eased the gown carefully up over Mrs Van Rydock's upstretched arms.
Mrs Van Rydock stood in front of the glass in her peach satin slip. She was exquisitely corseted. Her still shapely legs were encased in fine nylon stockings. Her face, beneath a layer of cosmetics and constantly toned up by massage, appeared almost girlish at a slight distance. Her hair was less grey than tending to hydrangea blue and was perfectly set. It was practically impossible when looking at Mrs Van Rydock to imagine what she would be like in a natural state. Everything that money could do had been done for her -- reinforced by diet, massage, and constant exercises.
Ruth Van Rydock looked humorously at her friend.
'Do you think most people would guess, Jane, that you and I are practically the same age?'
Miss Marple responded loyally.
'Not for a moment, I'm sure,' she said reassuringly. 'I'm afraid, you know, that I look every minute of my age!'