Murder at the Grand Alpine Hotel

It is a wonder of modern engineering, gliding between stanchions drilled into ancient rock, the red lacquer of its body gaudy against the bleak palette of white and grey. They do the same thing there: they like to see climbers perish on the Mordwand, the “Murder Wall”. When this wind and snow stop … there are some very good climbers among the Swiss police; they can attempt the rock face. Finally, Miss Marple speaks and when she does her voice rings with an unfamiliar sternness: ‘There is real wickedness at work here.’ Any softness has vanished from her countenance, too; she suddenly seems quite formidable.