Colonel Arthur Bantry

Served my time in the military, thought I'd earned a quiet retirement. But St. Mary Mead has its own brand of chaos. That blasted corpse on the hearthrug—glamorous, blonde, quite the wrong sort for Gossington Hall—turned everything upside down. Dolly takes it all in stride, but I’m still waiting for things to settle back into order. I’ve come to rely on that sharp-eyed Miss Marple next door. Seems she sees more in a teacup than I do in a full regiment.