A Dinner Party At Miss Marple's

It was the peak of summer In St. Mary Mead. Miss Marple and friend Had many to feed. They hired a Butler To meet their need. "We must have wine at the party!" They both agreed. But like any sleuth, Miss Marple's eyes And ears were sharpened. They became mini spies. Seemingly scatty In her old lady guise. Would hints be dropped? Or would the guests be wise? Four mere days prior An innocent dropped dead. For out of the blue, A bullet whizzed through their head! This was not the topic Conversed. But instead, The guests talked trivia. Pets, careers, kids, bed! But Marple is not one Who is easily deceived. She was more with it Than people believed. Dotting I's, crossing T's She at once perceived. She shrugged, smiled sweetly Content and relieved. "Why should this man be Brought to my attention? Why hire him?" She held the suspension... All felt the heat Of the rising tension. "All is now clear. Though It was not your intention." Her eyes swept the room And stopped, meeting his. Could it really be him? What's the meaning of this? All were astonished. Dumbfounded. Speechless. Suspicion fell on the Butler! Was it him? No or Yes? Written on July 15th 2022 For the "One In Five 2" contest Phrase 2 (Suspicion fell on the Butler) Sponsor: Joseph May