It started with a spot of tea. It ended in tragedy when the wealthy Rex Fortescue sipped his last cup, fell ill, and died. The only clue: a pocketful of rye found on the victim. The murder seemed without rhyme or reason--until the shrewd Miss Marple recalled that delightful nursery rhyme "Sing a Song of Sixpence." A playful hint, indeed. But the spinster sleuth knew that murder was anything but child's play....