Weed That Strings The Hangman's Bagg Analysis

Many people believe that with age comes wisdom, but that is not always the case. In the
Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag written by Alan Bradley, Flavia is a genius eleven-year-old who has a love for chemistry and solves two murders that could correlate. Flavia lives in
Buckshaw Hall with her father Haviland and siblings Ophelia and Daphne. The story takes place during the 1950s in Bishop Lacey’s, an English Town. The story begins with Flavia narrating about her life while people are carrying her to her burial place. When a jackdaw which looks like an angel descends from Heaven and lands on the coffin of Flavia, she leaps up and hears Nialla, the assistant of the puppeteer Rupert Porson crying on the ground and rushes to her aid. In
First, Flavia finds an incriminating clue at the scene of the death of Rupert Porson before the investigators. When Flavia trespasses the police tape to have gander at the scene, she takes notes and the Inspector and Sergeant catch her and orders her to leave the crime scene: “Then,” I said, reaching up and almost touching the thing. “ Perhaps we should tell the vicar we’ve lost his bicycle clip”(Bradley, 181). The Inspector and the Sergeant find no clues within a couple of days, while Flavia finds a clue in the few minutes she is at the scene. This proves that Flavia is keen by finding hidden clues, while the Inspector and Sergeant in their field of work are not able to find any clues that could further their investigation. Also, Flavia noticing that the clip belongs to the vicar, could mean that he is guilty or an accomplice in regards to the death of Rupert Porson. Furthermore, after Flavia founds out Nialla is pregnant by testing her tears, she also realizes that Nialla is not wet because of rain but urine. Flavia thinks about Nialla and her situation and remembers on the day of them meeting at St. Tancred’s churchyard, that the ground near Nialla is damp but the fall of rain is absent. Flavia concludes that: “She must have been desperate, I decided. Yes! That is it! There wasn’t a woman on earth who would choose such an unwelcoming spot unless she had no other choice. The reasons were numerous, but the one leapt immediately to mind was one I had recently come across in the pages of the Australian Women’s Weekly while cooling my heels in the outer chamber of a dentist’s surgery in Farringdon Street. “Ten Early Signs of a Blessed Event,” the article had been called, and the need for frequent urination had been near the top of the list”(Bradley, 51). Flavia shows observation skills because she connects what she reads with the urine of Nialla on the ground. Nialla