The murder victim is chosen at random by Jenkins, along with the murderer, neither of whom do we know. The time is 1929, probably a Friday. A wealthy spinster of 41 is being served by her Butler. They are invited to dinner by a wine grower neighbour who has a French grape expert visiting. A Chef, the man wearing the chef’s hat, is going to cook Haggis to his special recipe for the guests. The vines (invisible) have grown so much, that they have to be climbed over, or under, to get through to the house. All of these events give opportunities for great farcical moments played with considerable gusto by the cast.

A murder is committed and in true Christie style the detective goes through the cast explaining why they might have done it, before exposing the murderer, with the audience’s help.

This Company has skilled actors who know their business. The events move at a pace and as the cast is shuffled for every new performance so nothing is exactly the same. I doubt if anybody in the audience did not enjoy the show.   Murder, She Didn’t Write is awarded Five Fringe Festival Stars (FFS) by Theatrevibe, the site that doesn’t do stars.