Rex Fortescue, king of a financial empire, was sipping tea in his 'counting house' when he suffered an agonising and sudden death. On later inspection, the pockets of the deceased were found to contain traces of cereals.
Yet, it was the incident in the parlour which confirmed Miss Marple's suspicion that here she was looking at a case of crime by rhyme -
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds, Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish, To set before the King?
The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little blackbird, And snapped off her nose.