worry。 But old people know how valuable life is and how interesting。〃
〃Hah！〃 said Mr。 Rafiel； snorting。 〃Listen to a couple of old crocks。〃
〃Well； what I said is true； isn't it？〃 demanded Miss Marple。
〃Oh； yes；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel； 〃it's true enough。 But don't you think I'm right when I say that I ought to be cast as the victim？〃
〃It depends on who has reason to gain by your death；〃 said Miss Marple。
〃Nobody； really；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃Apart； as I've said； from my petitors in the business world who； as I have also said； can count fortably on my being out of it before very long。 I'm not such a fool as to leave a lot of money divided up among my relations。 Precious little they'd get of it after Government had taken practically the lot。 Oh no； I've attended to all that years ago。 Settlements； trusts； and all the rest of it。〃
〃Jackson； for instance； wouldn't profit by your death？〃
〃He wouldn't get a penny；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel cheerfully。 〃I pay him double the salary that he'd get from anyone else。 That's because he has to put up with my bad temper； and he knows quite well that he will be the loser when I die。〃
〃And Mrs。 Walters？〃
〃The same goes for Esther。 She's a good girl。 Firstclass secretary； intelligent； goodtempered； understands my ways； doesn't turn a hair if I fly off the handle； couldn't care less if I insult her。 Behaves like a nice nursery governess in charge of an outrageous and obstreperous child。 She irritates me a bit sometimes； but who doesn't？ There's nothing outstanding about her。 She's rather a monplace young woman in many ways； but I couldn't have anyone who suited me better。 She's had a lot of trouble in her life。 Married a man who wasn't much good。 I'd say she never had much judgement when it came to men。 Some women haven't。 They fall for anyone who tells them a hard luck story。 Always convinced that all the man needs is proper female understanding。 That； once married to her； he'll pull up his socks and make a go of life！ But of course that type of man never does。 Anyway； fortunately her unsatisfactory husband died； drank too much at a party one night and stepped in front of a bus。 Esther had a daughter to support and she went back to her secretarial job。 She's been with me five years。 I made it quite clear to her from the start that she need have no expectations from me in the event of my death。 I paid her from the start a very large salary； and that salary I've augmented by as much as a quarter as much again each year。 However decent and honest people are； one should never trust anybody。 That's why I told Esther quite clearly that she'd nothing to hope for from my death。 Every year I live she'll get a bigger salary。 If she puts most of that aside every yearand that's what I think she has doneshe'll be quite a welltodo woman by the time I kick the bucket。 I've made myself responsible for her daughter's schooling and I've put a sum in trust for the daughter which she'll get when she es of age。 So Mrs。 Esther Walters is very fortably placed。 My death； let me tell you； would mean a serious financial loss to her。〃 He looked very hard at Miss Marple。 〃She fully realises all that。 She's very sensible； Esther is。〃
〃Do she and Jackson get on？〃 asked Miss Marple。
Mr。 Rafiel shot a quick glance at her。 〃Noticed something； have you？〃 he said。 〃Yes； I think Jackson's done a bit of tomcatting around； with an eye in her direction； especially lately。 He's a goodlooking chap； of course； but he hasn't cut any ice in that direction。 For one thing； there's class distinction。 She's just a cut above him。 Not very much。 If she was really a cut above him it wouldn't matter； but the lower middle classthey're very particular。 Her mother was a schoolteacher and her father a bank clerk。 No； she won't make a fool of herself about Jackson。 Dare say he's after her little nest egg； but he won't get it。〃
〃Hushshe's ing now！〃 said Miss Marple。
They both looked at Esther Walters as she came along the hotel path towards them。
〃She's quite a goodlooking girl； you know；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel； 〃but not an atom of glamour。 I don't know why； she's quite nicely turned out。〃
Miss Marple sighed； a sigh that any woman will give however old at what might be considered wasted opportunities。 What was lacking in Esther had been called by so many names during Miss Marple's span of existence； 〃Not really attractive to men。〃 〃No S。A。〃 〃Lacks ehither in her eye。〃 Fair hair； good plexion； hazel eyes； quite a good figure； pleasant smile； but lacking that something that makes a man's head turn when he passes a woman in the street。
〃She ought to get married again；〃 said Miss Marple； lowering her voice。
〃Of course she ought。 She'd make a man a good wife。〃
Esther Walters joined them and Mr。 Rafiel said； in a slightly artificial voice。 〃So there you are at last！ What's been keeping you？〃
〃Everyone seemed to be sending cables this morning；〃 said Esther。 〃What with that； and people trying to check out〃
〃Trying to check out； are they？ A result of this murder business？〃
〃I suppose so。 Poor Tim Kendal is worried to death。〃
〃And well he might be。 Bad luck for that young couple； I must say。〃
〃I know。 I gather it was rather a big undertaking for them to take on this place。 They've been worried about making a success of it。 They were doing very well； too。〃
〃They were doing a good job；〃 agreed Mr。 Rafiel。 〃He's very capable and a damned hard worker。 She's a very nice girlattractive too。 They've both worked like blacks； though that's an odd term to use out here； for blacks don't work themselves to death at all； so far as I can see。 Was looking at a fellow shinning up a coconut tree to get his breakfast； then he goes to sleep for the rest of the day。 Nice life。〃
He added； 〃We've been discussing the murder here。〃
Esther Walters looked slightly startled。 She turned her head towards Miss Marple。
〃I've been wrong about her；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel； with characteristic frankness。 〃Never been much of a one for the old pussies。 All knitting wool and tittletattle。 But this one's got something。 Eyes and ears； and she uses them。〃
Esther Walters looked apologetically at Miss Marple； but Miss Marple did not appear to take offence。
〃That's really meant to be a pliment； you know；〃 Esther explained。
〃I quite realise that；〃 said Miss Marple。 〃I realise； too； that Mr。 Rafiel is privileged； or thinks he is。〃
〃What do you meanprivileged？〃 asked Mr。 Rafiel。
〃To be rude if you want to be rude；〃 said Miss Marple。
〃Have I been rude？〃 said Mr。 Rafiel； surprised。 〃I'm sorry if I've offended you。〃
〃You haven't offended me；〃 said Miss Marple； 〃I make allowances。〃
〃Now； don't be nasty。 Esther； get a chair and bring it here。 Maybe you can help。〃
Esther walked a few steps to the balcony of the bungalow and brought over a light basket chair。
〃We'll go on with our consultation；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃We started with old Palgrave； deceased； and his eternal stories。〃
〃Oh dear；〃 sighed Esther。 〃I'm afraid I used to escape from him whenever I could。〃
〃Miss Marple was more patient；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃Tell me； Esther； did he ever tell you a story about a murderer？〃
〃Oh yes；〃 said Esther。 〃Several times。〃
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