Sleepwalker

Let us now return to that central ballet of Murder Ahoy, when, in the night, each shipmate made their way through corridors of illusion to their designated fates, unaware of those around them. We last left Miss Marple cowering behind a curtain, flashlight in hand. But soon she hears a cry and must bear witness.

Is it a sleepwalker in the night? Or another victim of a poison killer? This time it's the latter, but things are not always so simple.

 

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