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〃There was even a murder here a couple of years ago。 Man called Harry Western。 Made a big splash in the papers。 Daresay you remember it。〃
Miss Marple nodded without enthusiasm。 It had not been her kind of murder。 It had made a big splash because everyone concerned had been very rich。 It had seemed likely enough that Harry Western had shot the Count de Ferrari； his wife's lover； and equally likely that his wellarranged alibi had been bought and paid for。 Everyone seemed to have been drunk； and there was a fine scattering of dope addicts。 Not really interesting people； thought Miss Marplealthough no doubt very spectacular and attractive to look at。 But definitely not her cup of tea。 〃And if you ask me； that wasn't the only murder about that time。〃 He nodded and winked。 〃I had my suspicionswell〃 Miss Marple dropped her ball of wool； and the Major stooped and picked it up for her。
〃Talking of murder；〃 he went on。 〃I once came across a very curious casenot exactly personally。〃
Miss Marple smiled encouragingly。
〃Lots of chaps talking at the club one day； you know； and a chap began telling a story。 Medical man he was。 One of his cases。 Young fellow came and knocked him up in the middle of the night。 His wife had hanged herself。 They hadn't got a telephone； so after the chap had cut her down and done what he could； he'd got out his car and harked off looking for a doctor。 Well； she wasn't dead but pretty far gone。 Anyway； she pulled through。 Young fellow seemed devoted to her。 Cried like a child。 He'd noticed that she'd been odd for some time； fits of depression and all that。 Well； that was that。 Everything seemed all right。 But actually； about a month later； the wife took an overdose of sleeping stuff and passed out。 Sad case。〃 Major Palgrave paused； and nodded his head several times。 Since there was obviously more to e Miss Marple waited。 〃And that's that； you might say。 Nothing there。 Neurotic woman； nothing out of the usual。 But about a year later； this medical chap was swapping yarns with a fellow medico； and the other chap told him about a woman who'd tried to drown herself； husband got her out； got a doctor； they pulled her roundand then a few weeks later she gassed herself。 Well； a bit of a coincidenceeh？ Same sort of story。 My chap said： 'I had a case rather like that。 Name of Jones（or whatever the name was）What was your man's name？' 'Can't remember。 Robinson I think。 Certainly not Jones。' Well； the chaps looked at each other and said it was pretty odd。 And then my chap pulled out a snapshot。 He showed it to the second chap。 'That's the fellow；' he said。 'I'd gone along the next day to check up on the particulars； and I noticed a magnificent species of hibiscus just by the front door； a variety I'd never seen before in this country。 My camera was in the car and I took a photo。 Just as I snapped the shutter the husband came out of the front door so I got him as well。 Don't think he realised it。 I asked him about the hibiscus but he couldn't tell me its name。' Second medico looked at the snap。 He said： 'It's a bit out of focusbut I could swearat any rate I'm almost sure it's the same man！' Don't know if they followed it up。 But if so they didn't get anywhere。 Expect Mr。 Jones or Robinson covered his tracks too well。 But queer story； isn't it？ Wouldn't think things like that could happen。〃
〃Oh yes； I would；〃 said Miss Marple placidly。 〃Practically every day。〃
〃Oh； e； e。 That's a bit fantastic。〃
〃If a man gets a formula that workshe won't stop。 He'll go on。〃
〃Brides in the batheh？〃
〃That kind of thing； yes。〃
〃Major let me have that snap just as a curiosity〃 Major Palgrave began fumbling through an overstuffed wallet murmuring to himself： 〃Lots of things in heredon't know why I keep all these things。。。〃
Miss Marple thought she did know。 They were part of the Major's stock in trade。 They illustrated his repertoire of stories。 The story he had just told； or so she suspected； had not been originally like thatit had been worked up a good deal in repeated telling。
The Major was still shuffling and muttering。 〃Fotten all about that business。 Goodlooking woman she was； you'd never suspect Now where Ahthat takes my mind backwhat tusks！ I must show you He stopped； sorted out a small photographic print and peered down at it。 〃Like to see the picture of a murderer？〃 He was about to pass it to her when his movement was suddenly arrested。 Looking more like a stuffed frog than ever。 Major Palgrave appeared to be staring fixedly over her right shoulderfrom whence came the sound of approaching footsteps and voices。 〃Well； I'm damned I mean〃 He stuffed everything back into his wallet and crammed it into his pocket。 His face went an even deeper shade of purplish red He exclaimed in a loud； artificial voice。 〃As I was saying； I'd like to have shown you those elephant tusks。 Biggest elephant I've ever shot。 An'； hallo！〃 His voice took on a somewhat spurious hearty note。
〃Look who's here！ The great quartetFlora and Faunawhat luck have you had todayeh？〃 The approaching footsteps resolved themselves into four of the hotel guests whom Miss Marple already knew by sight。 They consisted of two married couples and though Miss Marple was not as yet acquainted with their surnames； she knew that the big man with the upstanding bush of thick grey hair was addressed as 〃Greg〃； that the golden blonde woman； his wife； was known as Luckyand that the other married couple； the dark lean man and the handsome but rather weatherbeaten woman； were Edward and Evelyn。 They were botanists； she understood； and also interested in birds。
〃No luck at all；〃 said Greg。 〃At least no luck in getting what we were after。〃
〃Don't know if you know Miss Marple？ Colonel and Mrs。 Hillingdon and Greg and Lucky Dyson。〃
They greeted her pleasantly and Lucky said loudly that she'd die if she didn't have a drink at once or sooner。 Greg hailed Tim Kendal who was sitting a little way away with his wife poring over account books。
〃Hi； Tim。 Get us some drinks。〃 He addressed the others。 〃Planters Punch？〃
They agreed。
〃Same for you。 Miss Marple？〃 Miss Marple said thank you； but she would prefer fresh lime。 〃Fresh lime it is；〃 said Tim Kendal 〃and five Planters Punches。〃
〃Join us； Tim？〃
〃Wish I could。 But I've got to fix up these accounts。 Can't leave Molly to cope with everything。 Steel band tonight； by the way。〃
〃Good；〃 cried Lucky。 〃Damn it；〃 she winced； 〃I'm all over thorns。 Ouch！ Edward deliberately rammed me into a thorn bush！〃
〃Lovely pink flowers；〃 said Hillingdon。
〃And lovely long thorns。 You're a sadistic brute Edward。〃
〃Not like me；〃 said Greg； grinning。 〃Full of the milk of human kindness。〃
Evelyn Hillingdon sat down by Miss Marple and started talking to her in an easy pleasant way。 Miss Marple put her knitting down on her lap。 Slowly and with some difficulty； owing to rheumatism in the neck； she turned her head over her right shoulder to look behind her。 At some little distance there was the large bungalow occupied by the rich Mr。 Rafiel。 But it showed no sign of life。
She replied suitably to Evelyn's remarks （really； how kind people were to her！） but her eyes scanned thoughtfully the faces of the two men。
Edward Hillingdon looked a nice man。 Quiet but with a lot of charm。。。 And Gregbig； boisterous； happylooking。 He and Lucky were Canadian or American； she thought。 She looked at Major Palgrave； still acting a bonhomie a little larger than life。 Interesting。。。
Chapter 2
MISS MARPLE MAKES PARISONS
It was very gay that evening at the Golden Palm Hotel。 Seated at her little corner table Miss Marple looked round her in an interested fashion。 The dining room was a large room open on three sides to the soft warm scented air of the West Indies。 There were small table lamps； all softly coloured。 Most of the women were in evening dress； light cotton prints out of which bronzed shoulders and arms emerged。 Miss Marple herself had been urged by her nephew's wife； Joan； in the sweetest way possible； to accept 〃a small cheque〃。
〃Because； Aunt Jane； it will be rather hot out there； and I don't expect you have any very thin clothes。〃
Jane Marple had thanked her and had accepted the cheque。 She came of the age when it was natural for the old to support and finance the young； but also for the middleaged to look after the old。 She could not； however； force herself to buy anything very thin。 At her age she seldom felt more than pleasantly warm even in the hottest weather； and the temperature of St。 Honorй was not really what is referred to as 〃tropical heat〃。 This evening she was attired in the best traditions of the provincial gentlewoman of Englandgrey lace。
Not that she was the only elderly person present。 There were representatives of all ages in the room。 There were elderly tycoons with young third or fourth wives。 There were middleaged couples from the North of England。 There was a gay family from Caracas plete with children。 The various countries of South America were well represented； all chattering loudly in Spanish or Portuguese。 There was a solid English background of two clergymen； one doctor and one retired judge。 There was even a family of Chinese。 The dining room service was mainly done by women