give me back my picture of Denzil。' I did think of it last night while the dancing and the band was going on； but I didn't like to interrupt him just then； because they were having such a merry party together and I thought： 'I will remember to ask him for it in the morning'。 Only this morning〃 Miss Marple paused out of breath。
〃Yes； yes；〃 said Dr。 Graham； 〃I quite understand。 And youwell； naturally you want the snapshot back。 Is that it？〃
Miss Marple nodded her head in eager agreement。 〃Yes。 That's it。 You see； it is the only one I have got and I haven't got the negative。 And I would hate to lose that snapshot； because poor Denzil died some five or six years ago and he was my favourite nephew。 This is the only picture I have to remind me of him。 I wonderedI hopedit is rather tiresome of me to askwhether you could possibly manage to get hold of it for me？ I don't really know who else to ask； you see。 I don't know who'll attend to all his belongings and things like that。 It is all so difficult。 They would think it such a nuisance of me。 You see； they don't understand。 Nobody could quite understand what this snapshot means to me。〃
〃Of course； of course；〃 said Dr。 Graham。 〃I quite understand。 A most natural feeling on your part。 Actually； I am meeting the local authorities shortlythe funeral is tomorrow； and someone will be ing from the Administrator's office to look over his papers and effects before municating with the next of kinall that sort of thing。 If you could describe this snapshot。〃
〃It was just the front of a house；〃 said Miss Marple。 〃And someoneDenzil； I meanwas just ing out of the front door。 As I say it was taken by one of my other nephews who is very keen on flower showsand he was photographing a hibiscus； I think； or one of those beautifulsomething like antipastolilies。 Denzil just happened to e out of the front door at that time。 It wasn't a very good photograph of himjust a trifle blurredbut I liked it and have always kept it。〃
〃Well；〃 said Dr。 Graham； 〃that seems clear enough。 I think we'll have no difficulty in getting back your picture for you； Miss Marple。〃
He rose from his chair。 Miss Marple smiled up at him。
〃You are very kind。 Dr。 Graham； very kind indeed。 You do understand； don't you？〃
〃Of course I do； of course I do；〃 said Dr。 Graham； shaking her warmly by the hand。 〃Now don't you worry。 Exercise that knee every day gently but not too much； and I'll send you round these tablets。 Take one three times a day。〃
Chapter 5
MISS MARPLE MAKES A DECISION
The funeral service was said over the body of the late Major Palgrave on the following day。 Miss Marple attended in pany with Miss Prescott。 The Canon read the serviceafter that life went on as usual。 Major Palgrave's death was already only an incident； a slightly unpleasant incident； but one that was soon fotten。 Life here was sunshine； sea； and social pleasures。 A grim visitor had interrupted these activities； casting a momentary shadow； but the shadow was now gone。 After all； nobody had known the deceased very well。 He had been rather a garrulous elderly man of the clubbore type； always telling you personal reminiscences that you had no particular desire to hear。 He had had little to anchor himself to any particular part of the world。 His wife had died many years ago。 He had had a lonely life and a lonely death。 But it had been the kind of loneliness that spends itself in living amongst people； and in passing the time that way not unpleasantly。 Major Palgrave might have been a lonely man； he had also been quite a cheerful one。 He had enjoyed himself in his own particular way。 And now he was dead； buried； and nobody cared very much； and in another week's time nobody would even remember him or spare him a passing thought。
The only person who could possibly be said to miss him was Miss Marple。 Not indeed out of any personal affection； but he represented a kind of life that she knew。 As one grew older； so she reflected to herself； one got more and more into the habit of listening； listening possibly without any great interest； but there had been between her and the Major the gentle give and take of two old people。 It had had a cheerful； human quality。 She did not actually mourn Major Palgrave but she missed him。
On the afternoon of the funeral； as she was sitting knitting in her favourite spot Dr。 Graham came and joined her。 She put her needles down and greeted him。 He said at once； rather apologetically： 〃I am afraid I have rather disappointing news。 Miss Marple。〃
〃Indeed？ About my〃
〃Yes。 We haven't found that precious snapshot of yours。 I'm afraid that will be a disappointment to you。〃
〃Yes。 Yes it is。 But of course it does not really matter。 It was a sentimentality。 I do realise that now。 It wasn't in Major Palgrave's wallet？〃
〃No。 Nor anywhere else among his things。 There were a few letters and newspaper clippings and odds and ends； and a few old photographs； but no sign of a snapshot such as you mentioned。〃
〃Oh dear；〃 said Miss Marple。 〃Well； it can't be helped。。。 Thank you very much； Dr。 Graham； for the trouble you've taken。〃
〃Oh it was no trouble； indeed。 But I knoy own experience how much family trifles mean to one； especially as one is getting older。〃
The old lady was really taking it very well； he thought。 Major Palgrave； he presumed； had probably e across the snapshot when taking something out of his wallet； and not even realising how it had e there； had torn it up as something of no importance。 But of course it was of great importance to this old lady。 Still； she seemed quite cheerful and philosophical about it。
Internally； however； Miss Marple was far from being either cheerful or philosophical。 She wanted a little time in which to think things out； but she was also determined to use her present opportunities to the fullest effect。 She engaged Dr。 Graham in conversation with an eagerness which she did not attempt to conceal。 That kindly man； putting down her flow of talk to the natural loneliness of an old lady； exerted himself to divert her mind from the loss of the snapshot； by conversing easily and pleasantly about life in St。 Honorй； and the various interesting places perhaps Miss Marple might like to visit。 He hardly knew himself how the conversation drifted back to Major Palgrave's decease。
〃It seems so sad；〃 said Miss Marple； 〃to think of anyone dying like this away from home。 Though I gather； from what he himself told me； that he had no immediate family。 It seems he lived by himself in London。〃
〃He travelled a fair amount； I believe；〃 said Dr。 Graham。 〃At any rate in the winters。 He didn't care for our English winters。 Can't say I blame him。〃
〃No； indeed；〃 said Miss Marple。 〃And perhaps he had some special reason like a weakness of the lungs or something which made it necessary for him to winter abroad？〃
〃Oh no； I don't think so。〃
〃He had high blood pressure； I believe。 So sad。 Nowadays one hears so much of it。〃
〃He spoke about it to you； did he？〃
〃Oh no。 No； he never mentioned it。 It was somebody else who told me。〃
〃Ah； really。〃
〃I suppose；〃 went on Miss Marple； 〃that death was to be expected under those circumstances。〃
〃Not necessarily；〃 said D