加勒比海之谜(英文版)- 第37部分

〃You　never　heard　what　kind　of　a　manwhat　he　didanything　like　that？〃

Esther　shook　her　head。　〃No。　People　hazard　guesses；　but　you　can't　go　by　that　type　of　thing。　He　may　have　been　a　married　man。　That　may　have　been　why　her　people　disliked　it；　or　he　may　have　been　a　real　bad　lot。　Perhaps　he　drank。　Perhaps　he　tangled　with　the　law。　I　don't　know。　But　she　cares　for　him　still。　That　I　know　positively。〃

〃You've　seen　something；　heard　something？〃　Miss　Marple　hazarded。

〃I　know　what　I'm　talking　about；〃　said　Esther。　Her　voice　was　harsh　and　unfriendly。

〃These　murders〃　began　Miss　Marple。

〃Can't　you　fet　murders？〃　said　Esther。　〃You've　got　Mr。　Rafiel　now　all　tangled　up　in　them。　Can't　you　justlet　them　be？　You'll　never　find　out　any　more；　I'm　sure　of　that。〃

Miss　Marple　looked　at　her。

〃You　think　you　know；　don't　you？〃　she　said。

〃I　think　I　do；　yes。　I'm　fairly　sure。〃

〃Then　oughtn't　you　to　tell　what　you　knowdo　something　about　it？〃

〃Why　should　I？　What　good　would　it　do？　I　couldn't　prove　anything。　What　would　happen　anyway？　People　get　let　off　nowadays　so　easily。　They　call　it　diminished　responsibility　and　things　like　that。　A　few　years　in　prison　and　you're　out　again；　as　right　as　rain。〃

〃Supposing；　because　you　don't　tell　what　you　know；　somebody　else　gets　killedanother　victim？〃

Esther　shook　her　head　with　confidence。

〃That　won't　happen；〃　she　said。

〃You　can't　be　sure　of　it。〃

〃I　am　sure。　And　in　any　case　I　don't　see　who〃　She　frowned。　〃Anyway；〃　she　added；　almost　inconsequently；　〃perhaps　it　isdiminished　responsibility。　Perhaps　you　can't　help　itnot　if　you　are　really　mentally　unbalanced。　Oh；　I　don't　know。　By　far　the　best　thing　would　be　if　she　went　off　with　whoever　it　is；　then　we　could　all　fet　about　things。〃

She　glanced　at　her　watch；　gave　an　exclamation　of　dismay　and　got　up。　〃I　must　go　and　change。〃

Miss　Marple　sat　looking　after　her。　Pronouns；　she　thought；　were　always　puzzling　and　women　like　Esther　Walters　were　particularly　prone　to　strew　them　about　haphazard。

Was　Esther　Walters　for　some　reason　convinced　that　a　woman　had　been　responsible　for　the　deaths　of　Major　Palgrave　and　Victoria？　It　sounded　like　it。

Miss　Marple　considered。

〃Ah；　Miss　Marple；　sitting　here　all　aloneand　not　even　knitting？〃

It　was　Dr。　Graham　for　whom　she　had　sought　so　long　and　so　unsuccessfully。

And　here　he　was　prepared　of　his　own　accord　to　sit　down　for　a　few　minutes'　chat。　He　wouldn't　stay　long。　Miss　Marple　thought；　because　he　too　was　bent　on　changing　for　dinner；　and　he　usually　dined　fairly　early。　She　explained　that　she　had　been　sitting　by　Molly　Kendal's　bedside　that　afternoon。

〃One　can　hardly　believe　she　has　made　such　a　good　recovery　so　quickly；〃　she　said。

〃Oh　well；〃　said　Dr。　Graham；　〃it's　not　very　surprising。　She　didn't　take　a　very　heavy　overdose；　you　know。〃

〃Oh；　I　understood　she'd　taken　quite　a　halfbottle　full　of　tablets。〃

Dr。　Graham　was　smiling　indulgently。

〃No；〃　he　said；　〃I　don't　think　she　took　that　amount。　I　dare　say　she　meant　to　take　them；　then　probably　at　the　last　moment　she　threw　half　of　them　away。　People；　even　when　they　think　they　want　to　mit　suicide；　often　don't　really　want　to　do　it。　They　manage　not　to　take　a　full　overdose。　It's　not　always　deliberate　deceit；　it's　just　the　subconscious　looking　after　itself。〃

〃Or；　I　suppose　it　might　be　deliberate。　I　mean；　wanting　it　to　appear　that。。。〃　Miss　Marple　paused。

〃It's　possible；〃　said　Dr。　Graham。

〃If　she　and　Tim　had　had　a　row；　for　instance？〃

〃They　don't　have　rows；　you　know。　They　seem　very　fond　of　each　other。　Still；　I　suppose　it　can　always　happen　once。　No；　I　don't　think　there's　very　much　wrong　with　her　now。　She　could　really　get　up　and　go　about　as　usual。　Still；　it's　safer　to　keep　her　where　she　is　for　a　day　or　two〃　He　got　up；　nodded　cheerfully　and　went　off　towards　the　hotel。　Miss　Marple　sat　where　she　was　a　little　while　longer。

Various　thoughts　passed　through　her　mind。　The　book　under　Molly's　mattress。　The　way　Molly　had　feigned　sleep。　Things　Joan　Prescott　and；　later　Esther　Walters；　had　said。。。　And　then　she　went　back　to　the　beginning　of　it　allto　Major　Palgrave。

Something　struggled　in　her　mind。　Something　about　Major　Palgrave。。。

Something　that　if　she　could　only　remember。。。



Chapter　23

THE　LAST　DAY



〃And　the　evening　and　the　morning　were　the　last　day；〃　said　Miss　Marple　to　herself。　Then；　slightly　confused；　she　sat　upright　again　in　her　chair。　She　had　dozed　off；　an　incredible　thing　to　do　because　the　steel　band　was　playing　and　anyone　who　could　doze　off　during　the　steel　band。。。　Well；　it　showed；　thought　Miss　Marple；　that　she　was　getting　used　to　this　place！　What　was　it　she　had　been　saying？　Some　quotation　that　she'd　got　wrong。　Last　day？　First　day。　That's　what　it　ought　to　be。　This　wasn't　the　first　day。　Presumably　it　wasn't　the　last　day　either。

She　sat　upright　again。　The　fact　was　that　she　was　extremely　tired。　All　this　anxiety；　this　feeling　of　having　been　shamefully　inadequate　in　some　way。。。　She　remembered　unpleasantly　once　more　that　queer　sly　look　that　Molly　had　given　her　from　under　her　halfclosed　eyelids。　What　had　been　going　on　in　that　girl's　head？　How　different；　thought　Miss　Marple；　everything　had　seemed　at　first。　Tim　Kendal　and　Molly；　such　a　natural　happy　young　couple。　The　Hillingdons　so　pleasant；　so　well　bred；　such　what　is　called　〃nice〃　people。　The　gay　hearty　extrovert；　Greg　Dyson；　and　the　gay　strident　Lucky；　talking　nieen　to　the　dozen；　pleased　with　herself　and　the　world。。。　A　quartet　of　people　getting　on　so　well　together。　Canon　Prescott；　that　genial　kindly　man。　Joan　Prescott；　an　acid　streak　in　her；　but　a　very　nice　woman；　and　nice　women　have　to　have　their　gossipy　distractions。　They　have　to　know　what　is　going　on；　to　know　when　two　and　two　make　four；　and　when　it　is　possible　to　stretch　them　to　five！　There　was　no　harm　in　such　women。　Their　tongues　wagged　but　they　were　kind　if　you　were　in　misfortune。　Mr。　Rafiel；　a　personality；　a　man　of　character；　a　man　that　you　would　never　by　any　chance　fet。　But　Miss　Marple　thought　she　knew　something　else　about　Mr。　Rafiel。　The　doctors　had　often　given　him　up；　so　he　had　said；　but　this　time；　she　thought；　they　had　been　more　certain　in　their　pronouncements。　Mr。　Rafiel　knew　that　his　days　were　numbered。

Knowing　this　with　certainty；　was　there　any　action　he　might　have　been　likely　to　take？

Miss　Marple　considered　the　question。

It　might；　she　thought；　be　important。

What　was　it　exactly　he　had　said；　his　voice　a　little　too　loud；　a　little　too　sure？

Miss　Marple　was　very　skillful　in　tones　of　voice。　She　had　done　so　much　listening　in　her　life。　Mr。　Rafiel　had　been　telling　her　something　that　wasn't　true。

Miss　Marple　looked　round　her。　The　night　air；　the　soft　fragrance　of　flowers；　the　tables　with　their　little　lights；　the　women　with　their　pretty　dresses；　Evelyn　in　a　dark　indigo　and　white　print。　Lucky　in　a　white　sheath；　her　golden　hair　shining。

Everybody　seemed　gay　and　full　of　life　tonight。　Even　Tim　Kendal　was　smiling。

He　passed　her　table　and　said：　〃Can't　thank　you　enough　for　all　you've　done。　Molly's　practically　herself　again。　The　doc　says　she　can　get　up　tomorrow。〃

Miss　Marple　smiled　at　him　and　said　that　that　was　good　hearing。　She　found　it；　hoile。　Decidedly；　she　was　tired。。。

She　got　up　and　walked　slowly　back　to　her　bungalow。　She　wo