Miss Marple is on holiday in the West Indies, staying at the Golden Palms Hotel on the island of St. Honoré.  She is enjoying herslef, but at home, in St. Mary Mead, there was always something going on, something one could get one’s teeth into. Miss Marple listens politely to Major Palgrave’s boring story of his early life in Kenya so she isn’t paying that much attention when he mentions a murderer he has known; and when he reaches in his wallet to show Miss Marple a snapshot of the murderer,  he is suddenly interrupted – and it’s inevitable that murder follows.