I understand his second wife left him. Ran way with someone. A rather flighty type, Iâm afraid.â
âRegular flibbertigibbet, she was. And her brother the doctor, such a nice man. Did my rheumatic knee a world of good.â
âWhom did she run away with? I never heard.â
âThat I couldnât tell you, madam. Some said it was one of the summer visitors. But I know Major Halliday was quite broken up. He left the place and I believe his health gave way. Your change, madam.â
Miss Marple accepted her change and her parcel.
âThank you so much,â she said. âI wonder ifâEdith Pagett, did you sayâstill has that nice recipe for gingerbread? I lost itâor rather my careless maid lost itâand Iâm so fond of good gingerbread.â
âI expect so, madam. As a matter of fact her sister lives next door here, married to Mr. Mountford, the confectioner. Edith usually comes there on her days out and Iâm sure Mrs. Mountford would give her a message.â
âThatâs a very good idea. Thank you so much for all the trouble youâve taken.â
âA pleasure, madam, I assure you.â
Miss Marple went out into the street.
âA nice old-fashioned firm,â she said to herself. âAnd those vests are really very nice, so it isnât as though I had wasted any money.â She glanced at the pale blue enamel watch that she wore pinned to one side of her dress. âJust five minutes to go before meeting those two young things at the Ginger Cat. I hope they didnât find things too upsetting at the Sanatorium.â
II
Giles and Gwenda sat together at a corner table at the Ginger Cat. The little black notebook lay on the table between them.
Miss Marple came in from the street and joined them.
âWhat will you have, Miss Marple? Coffee?â
âYes, thank youâno, not cakes, just a scone and butter.â
Giles gave the order, and Gwenda pushed the little black book across to Miss Marple.
âFirst you must read that,â she said, âand then we can talk. Itâs what my fatherâwhat he wrote himself when he was at the nursing home. Oh, but first of all, just tell Miss Marple exactly what Dr. Penrose said, Giles.â
Giles did so. Then Miss Marple opened the little black book and the waitress brought three cups of weak coffee, and a scone and butter, and a plate of cakes. Giles and Gwenda did not talk. They watched Miss Marple as she read.
Finally she closed the book and laid it down. Her expression was difficult to read. There was, Gwenda thought, anger in it. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes shone very brightly, unusually so, considering her age.
âYes, indeed,â she said. âYes, indeed!â
Gwenda said: âYou advised us onceâdo you remember?ânot to go on. I can see why you did. But we did go onâand this is where weâve got to. Only now, it seems as though weâd got to another place where one couldâif one likedâstop ⦠Do you think we ought to stop? Or not?â
Miss Marple shook her head slowly. She seemed worried, perplexed.
âI donât know,â she said. âI really donât know. It might be better to do so, much better to do so. Because after this lapse of time there is nothing that you can doânothing, I mean, of a constructive nature.â
âYou mean that after this lapse of time, there is nothing we can find out?â asked Giles.
âOh no,â said Miss Marple. âI didnât mean that at all. Nineteen years is not such a long time. There are people who would remember things, who could answer questionsâquite a lot of people. Servants for instance. There must have been at least two servants in the house at the time, and a nurse, and probably a gardener. It will only take time and a little trouble to find and talk to these people. As a matter of fact, Iâve found one of
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