Jane was the proud owner of Glebe cottage. It was ideal for her purposes as a writer and an amateur sleuth. As she sat at her small writing desk she happened to notice a young man moving through the churchyard checking and rechecking names on the grave stones. His antics amused Jane. She was completing a story and so was soon absorbed in her work.

She jumped when there was a sharp rap of the door knocker; she placed her pen down on the table and moved swiftly to the door. Looking out she could see no one. ‘How strange?’ she thought and went back to her work. Later a small white envelope appeared on her door mat.

The content of the envelope shocked her; she grabbed her coat and hurried off in the direction of the church. Close to the porch of the church she found an old Celebration hymnal on a gravestone and looked up 140 on 'greed'. It took her a few seconds to translate the content of the hymn into the code that needed to be cracked to prevent an awful catastrophe.

The church bell began to toll, checking her watch she realised she had little time. Returning from the church she went back to her cottage in pursuit of her almanac. The hymn spoke of a name which would help her.

Riffling through the book she came upon the person ; he was born some ten miles from the village if she was quick she could catch the next bus. Checking she had enough money she hurried for the village post office just as the bus was pulling in. She flopped on the nearest seat and waited. She had not noticed the person behind her. A tap on her shoulder and a voice said, ‘Not bad Jane, that must be one of your personal bests.’

‘George, so it was you! I recognised your style immediately especially the literary connections. You will need to do something about your cover.’

'Damn! - Same time next week?'

'But of course,' smiled Miss Jane Marple.