复仇女神5

时间：2026-01-29 07:00:04

（单词翻译:单击）

Three

MISS MARPLE TAKES ACTION

Miss Marple read this letter three times—then she laid it aside and sat

frowning slightly while she considered the letter and its implications.

The first thought that came to her was that she was left with a surprising

lack of definite information. Would there be any further information com-

ing to her from Mr. Broadribb? Almost certainly she felt that there would

be no such thing. That would not have fitted in with Mr. Rafiel’s plan. Yet

how on earth could Mr. Rafiel expect her to do anything, to take any

course of action in a matter about which she knew nothing? It was in-

triguing. After a few minutes more for consideration, she decided that Mr.

Rafiel had meant it to be intriguing. Her thoughts went back to him, for

the brief time that she had known him. His disability, his bad temper, his

flashes of brilliance, of occasional humour. He’d enjoy, she thought, teas-

ing people. He had been enjoying, she felt, and this letter made it almost

certain, baffling the natural curiosity of Mr. Broadribb.

There was nothing in the letter he had written her to give her the slight-

est clue as to what this business was all about. It was no help to her what-

soever. Mr. Rafiel, she thought, had very definitely not meant it to be of

any help. He had had—how could she put it?—other ideas. All the same,

she could not start out into the blue knowing nothing. This could almost

be described as a crossword puzzle with no clues given. There would have

to be clues. She would have to know what she was wanted to do, where

she was wanted to go, whether she was to solve some problem sitting in

her armchair and laying aside her knitting needles in order to concentrate

better. Or did Mr. Rafiel intend her to take a plane or a boat to the West In-

dies or to South America or to some other specially directed spot? She

would either have to find out for herself what it was she was meant to do,

or else she would have to receive definite instructions. He might think she

had sufficient ingenuity to guess at things, to ask questions, to find out that

way? No, she couldn’t quite believe that.

“If he does think that,” said Miss Marple aloud, “he’s gaga. I mean, he

was gaga before he died.”

But she didn’t think Mr. Rafiel would have been gaga.

“I shall receive instructions,” said Miss Marple. “But what instructions

and when?”

It was only then that it occurred to her suddenly that without noticing it

she had definitely accepted the mandate. She spoke aloud again, address-

ing the atmosphere.

“I believe in eternal life,” said Miss Marple. “I don’t know exactly where

you are, Mr. Rafiel, but I have no doubt that you are somewhere—I will do

my best to fulfil your wishes.”

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