Miss Marple shook her head。 〃Not that I have heard。 Heerhas a very gallant manner with all the ladies。〃
〃Well; that's a nice; oldfashioned way of putting it;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃All right; he's a stoat。 He makes passes。 Not enough! We want more than that。 Let's go on to Edward Hillingdon。 Now there's a dark horse; if ever there was one。〃
〃He is not; I think; a happy man;〃 offered Miss Marple。
Mr。 Rafiel looked at her thoughtfully。
〃Do you think a murderer ought to be a happy man?〃
Miss Marple coughed。 〃Well; they usually have been in my experience。〃
〃I don't suppose your experience has gone very far;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。
In this assumption; as Miss Marple could have told him; he was wrong。 But she forbore to contest his statement。 Gentlemen; she knew; did not like to be put right in their facts。
〃I rather fancy Hillingdon myself;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃I've an idea that there is something a bit odd going on between him and his wife。 You noticed it at all?〃
〃Oh yes;〃 said Miss Marple; 〃I have noticed it。 Their behaviour is perfect in public; of course; but that one would expect。〃
〃You probably know more about those sort of people than I would;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃Very well; then; everything is in perfectly good taste but it's a probability that; in a gentlemanly way; Edward Hillingdon is contemplating doing away with Evelyn Hillingdon。 Do you agree?〃
〃If so;〃 said Miss Marple; 〃there must be another woman。〃
〃But what woman?〃
Miss Marple shook her head in a dissatisfied manner。
〃I can't help feelingI really can'tthat it's not all quite as simple as that。〃
〃Well; who shall we consider nextJackson? We leave me out of it。〃
Miss Marple smiled for the first time。
〃And why do we leave you out of it; Mr。 Rafiel?〃
〃Because if you want to discuss the possibilities of my being a murderer you'd have to do it with somebody else。 Waste of time talking about it to me。 And anyway; I ask you; am I cut out for the part? Helpless; hauled out of bed like a dummy; dressed; wheeled about in a chair; shuffled along for a walk。 What earthly chance have I of going and murdering anyone?〃
〃Probably as good a chance as anyone else;〃 said Miss Marple vigorously。
〃And how do you make that out?〃
〃Well; you would agree yourself; I think; that you have brains?〃
〃Of course I've got brains;〃 declared Mr。 Rafiel。 〃A good deal more than anybody else in this munity; I'd say。〃
〃And having brains;〃 went on Miss Marple; 〃would enable you to overe the physical difficulties of being a murderer。〃
〃It would take some doing!〃
〃Yes;〃 said Miss Marple; 〃it would take some doing。 But then; I think; Mr。 Rafiel; you would enjoy that。〃
Mr。 Rafiel stared at her for quite a long time and then he suddenly laughed。
〃You've got a nerve!〃 he said。 〃Not quite the gentle fluffy old lady you look; are you? So you really think I'm a murderer?〃
〃No;〃 said Miss Marple; 〃I do not。〃
〃And why?〃
〃Well; really; I think just because you have got brains。 Having brains; you can get most things you want; without having recourse to murder。 Murder is stupid。〃
〃And anyway who the devil should I want to murder?〃
〃That would be a very interesting question;〃 said Miss Marple。 〃I have not yet had the pleasure of sufficient conversation with you to evolve a theory as to that。〃
Mr。 Rafiel's smile broadened。
〃Conversations with you might be dangerous;〃 he said。
〃Conversations are always dangerous; if you have something to hide;〃 said Miss Marple。
〃You may be right。 Let's get on to Jackson。 What do you think of Jackson?〃
〃It is difficult for me to say。 I have not had the opportunity really of any conversation with him。〃
〃So you've no views on the subject?〃
〃He reminds me a little;〃 said Miss Marple reflectively; 〃of a young man in the Town Clerk's office near where I live; Jonas Parry。〃
〃And?〃 Mr。 Rafiel asked and paused。
〃He was not;〃 said Miss Marple; 〃very satisfactory。〃
〃Jackson's not wholly satisfactory either。 He suits me all right。 He's first class at his job; and he doesn't mind being sworn at。 He knows he's damn well paid and so he puts up with things。 I wouldn't employ him in a position of trust; but I don't have to trust him。 Maybe his past is blameless; maybe it isn't。 His references were all right but I discernshall I say; a note of reserve。 Fortunately; I'm not a man who has any guilty secrets; so I'm not a subject for blackmail。〃
〃No secrets?〃 said Miss Marple; thoughtfully。 〃Surely; Mr。 Rafiel; you have business secrets?〃
〃Not where Jackson can get at them。 No。 Jackson is a smooth article; one might say; but I really don't see him as a murderer。 I'd say that wasn't his line at all。〃
He paused a minute and then said suddenly; 〃Do you know; if one stands back and takes a good look at all this fantastic business; Major Palgrave and his ridiculous stories and all the rest of it; the emphasis is entirely wrong。 I'm the person who ought to be murdered。〃
Miss Marple looked at him in some surprise。
〃Proper type casting;〃 explained Mr。 Rafiel。 〃Who's the victim in murder stories? Elderly men with lots of money。〃
〃And lots of people with a good reason for wishing him out of the way; so as to get that money;〃 said Miss Marple。 〃Is that true also?〃
〃Well〃 Mr。 Rafiel considered; 〃I can count up to five or six men in London who wouldn't burst into tears if they read my obituary in The Times。 But they wouldn't go as far to do anything to bring about my demise。 After all; why should they? I'm expected to die any day。 In fact the bugblighters are astonished that I've lasted so long。 The doctors are surprised too。〃
〃You have of course; a great will to live;〃 said Miss Marple。
〃You think that's odd; I suppose;〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。
Miss Marple shook her head。 〃Oh no;〃 she said; 〃I think it's quite natural。 Life is more worth living; more full of interest when you are likely to lose it。 It shouldn't be; perhaps; but it is。 When you're young and strong and healthy; and life stretches ahead of you; living isn't really important at all。 It's young people who mit suicide easily; out of despair from love; sometimes from sheer anxiety and 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 luc
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