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 had rather a bad reputation； but some people said it was just gossip； and that Mr。 Murdoch himself liked to encourage the rumours！ 〃Lucky〃 now？ Well； that was easyMarleen at the Three Crowns。 Evelyn Hillingdon？ She couldn't fit Evelyn in precisely。 In appearance she fitted many rolestall thin weatherbeaten Englishwomen were plentiful。 Lady Caroline Wolfe； Peter Wolfe's first wife； who had mitted suicide？ Or there was Leslie Jamesthat quiet woman who seldom showed what she felt and who had sold up her house and left without ever telling anyone she was going。 Colonel Hillingdon？ No immediate clue there。 She'd have to get to know him a little first。 One of those quiet men with good manners。 You never knew what they were thinking about。 Sometimes they surprised you。 Major Harper； she remembered； had quietly cut his throat one day。 Nobody had ever known why。 Miss Marple thought that she did knowbut she'd never been quite sure。。。 Her eyes strayed to Mr。 Rafiel's table。 The principal thing known about Mr。 Rafiel was