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ervice was mainly done by women； tall black girls of proud carriage； dressed in crisp white； but there was an experienced Italian head waiter in charge； and a French wine waiter； and there was the attentive eye of Tim Kendal watching over everything； pausing here and there to have a social word with people at their tables。 His wife seconded him ably。 She was a goodlooking girl。 Her hair was a natural golden blonde and she had a wide generous mouth that laughed easily。 It was very seldom that Molly Kendal was out of temper。 Her staff worked for her enthusiastically； and she adapted her manner carefully to suit her different guests。 With the elderly men she laughed and flirted； she congratulated the younger women on their clothes。 〃Oh what a smashing dress you've got on tonight； Mrs。 Dyson。 I'm so jealous I could tear it off your back。〃 But she looked very well in her own dress； or so Miss Marple thought； a white sheath； with a pale green embroidered silk shawl thrown over her shoulders。 Lucky was fingering the shawl。 〃Lovely colour！ I'd like one like it。〃 〃You can get them at the shop here；〃 Molly told her and passed on。 She did not pause by Miss Marple's table。 Elderly ladies she usually left to her husband。 〃The old dears like a man much better；〃 she used to say。
Tim Kendal came and bent over Miss Marple。 〃Nothing special you want； is there？〃 he asked。 〃Because you've only got to tell meand I could get it specially cooked for you。 Hotel food； and semitropical at that； isn't quite what you're used to at home； I expect？〃
Miss Marple smiled and said that that was one of the pleasures of ing abroad。 〃That's all right； then。 But if there is anything〃
〃Such as？〃
〃Well〃 Tim Kendal looked a little doubtful。 〃Bread and butter pudding？〃 he hazarded。
Miss Marple smiled and said that she thought she could do without bread and butter pudding very nicely for the present。 She picked up her spoon and began to eat her passion fruit sundae with cheerful appreciation。
Then the steel band began to play。 The steel bands were one of the main attractions of the islands。 Truth to tell Miss Marple could have done very well without them。 She considered that they made a hideous noise； unnecessarily loud。 The pleasure that everyone else took in them was undeniable； however； and Miss Marple； in the true spirit of her youth； decided that as they had to be； she must manage somehow to learn to like them。 She could hardly request Tim Kendal to conjure up from somewhere the muted strains of the 〃Blue Danube〃。 （So gracefulwaltzing。） Most peculiar； the way people danced nowadays。 Flinging themselves about； seeming quite contorted。 Oh well； young people must enjoy Her thoughts were arrested。 Because； now she came to think of it； very few of these people were young。 Dancing； lights； the music of a band （even a steel band） all that surely was for youth。 But where was youth？ Studying； she supposed； at universities； or doing a jobwith a fortnight's holiday a year。 A place like this was too far away and too expensive。 This gay and carefree life was all for the thirties and the fortiesand the old men who were trying to live up （or down） to their young wives。
It seemed； somehow； a pity。
Miss Marple sighed for youth。 There was Mrs。 Kendal； of course。 She wasn't more than twentytwo or three； probably； and she seemed to be enjoying herselfbut even so； it was a job she was doing。 At a table nearby Canon Prescott and his sister were sitting。 They motioned to Miss Marple to join them for coffee and she did so。 Miss Prescott was a thin severelooking woman； the Canon was a round； rubicund man； breathing geniality。 Coffee was brought； and chairs were pushed a little way away from the tables。 Miss Prescott opened a workbag and took out some frankly hideous tablemats that she was hemming。 She told Miss Marple all about the day's events。 They had visited a new Girls' School in the morning。 After an afternoon's rest； they had walked through a cane plantation to have tea at a pension where some friends of theirs were staying。 Since the Prescotts had been at the Golden Palm longer than Miss Marple； they were able to enlighten her as to some of her fellow guests。
That very old man； Mr。 Rafiel。 He came every year。 Fantastically rich！ Owned an enormous chain of supermarkets in the North of England。 The young woman with him was his secretary； Esther Waltersa widow。 （Quite all right； of course。 Nothing improper。 After all； he was nearly eighty！） Miss Marple accepted the propriety of the relationship with an understanding nod and the Canon remarked： 〃A very nice young woman； her mother； I understand； is a widow and lives in Chichester。〃
〃Mr。 Rafiel has a valet with him； too。 Or rather a kind of Nurse Attendanthe's a qualified masseur； I believe。 Jackson； his name is。 Poor Mr。 Rafiel is practically paralysed。 So sadwith all that money； too。〃 〃A generous and cheerful giver；〃 said Canon Prescott approvingly。 People were regrouping themselves round about； some going farther from the steel band； others crowding up to it。 Major Palgrave had joined the HillingdonDyson quartet。
〃Now those people〃 said Miss Prescott； lowering her voice quite unnecessarily since the steel band easily drowned it。 〃Yes； I was going to ask you about them。〃
〃They were here last year。 They spend three months every year in the West Indies； going round the different islands。 The tall thin man is Colonel Hillingdon and the dark woman is his wifethey are botanists。 The other two； Mr。 and Mrs。 Gregory Dysonthey're American。 He writes on butterflies； I believe。 And all of them are interested in birds。〃
〃So nice for people to have openair hobbies；〃 said Canon Prescott genially。 〃I don't think they'd like to hear you call it hobbies； Jeremy；〃 said his sister。 〃They have articles printed in the National Geographic and the Royal Horticultural Journal。 They take themselves very seriously。〃
A loud outburst of laughter came from the table they had been observing。 It was loud enough to overe the steel band。 Gregory Dyson was leaning back in his chair and thumping the table； his wife was protesting； and Major Palgrave emptied his glass and seemed to be applauding。 They hardly qualified for the moment as people who took themselves seriously。
〃Major Palgrave should not drink so much；〃 said Miss Prescott acidly。 〃He has blood pressure。〃
A fresh supply of Planters Punches were brought to the table。 〃It's so nice to get people sorted out；〃 said Miss Marple。 〃When I met them this afternoon I wasn't sure which was married to which。〃
There was a slight pause。 Miss Prescott coughed a small dry cough； and said： 〃Well； as to that〃
〃Joan；〃 said the Canon in an admonitory voice。 〃Perhaps it would be wise to say no more。〃
〃Really； Jeremy； I wasn't going to say anything。 Only that last year； for some reason or otherI really don't know whywe got the idea that Mrs。 Dyson was Mrs。 Hillingdon until someone told us she wasn't。〃
〃It's odd how one gets impressions； isn't it？〃 said Miss Marple innocently。 Her eyes met Miss Prescott's for a moment。 A flash of womanly understanding passed between them。 A more sensitive man than Canon Prescott might have felt that he was 'de trop'。 Another signal passed between the women。 It said as clearly as if the words had been spoken： 〃Some other time。。。〃
〃Mr。 Dyson calls his wife 'Lucky'。 Is that her real name or a nickname？〃 asked Miss Marple。
〃It can hardly be her real name； I should think。〃
〃I happened to ask him；〃 said the Canon。 〃He said he called her Lucky because she was his good luck piece。 If he lost her； he said； he'd lose his luck。 Very nicely put； I thought。〃
〃He's very fond of joking；〃 said Miss Prescott。 The Canon looked at his sister doubtfully。
The steel band outdid itself with a wild burst of cacophony and a troupe of dancers came racing on to the floor。 Miss Marple and the others turned their chairs to watch。 Miss Marple enjoyed the dancing better than the music； she liked the shuffling feet and the rhythmic sway of the bodies。 It seemed； she thought； very real。 It had a kind of power of understatement。
Tonight； for the first time； she began to feel slightly at home in her new environment。。。 Up to now； she had missed what she usually found so easily； points of resemblance in the people she met； to various people known to her personally。 She had； possibly； been dazzled by the gay clothes and the exotic colouring； but soon； she felt； she would be able to make some interesting parisons。
Molly Kendal； for instance； was like that nice girl whose name she couldn't remember； but who was a conductress on the Market Basing bus。 Helped you in； and never rang the bus on until she was sure you'd sat down safely。 Tim Kendal was just a little like the head waiter at the Royal Gee in Medchester。 Selfconfident； and yet； at the same time； worried。 （He had had an ulcer； she remembered。） As for Major Palgrave； he was indistinguishable from General Leroy； Captain Flemming； Admiral Wicklow and mander Richardson。 She went on to someone more interesting。 Greg； for instance。 Greg was difficult because he was American。 A dash of Sir Gee Trollope； perhaps； always so full of jokes at the Civil Defence meetingsor perhaps Mr。 Murdoch the butcher。 Mr。 Murdoch had h