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He looked from Miss Marple to a pile of
fluffy3 white fleecy wool.
“You advised me to try unravelling if I couldn’t knit,” said Miss Marple.
“You seem to have been very thorough about it.”
“I made a mistake in the pattern right at the beginning. That made the
whole thing go out of proportion, so I’ve had to
unravel2 it all. It’s a very
elaborate pattern, you see.”
“What are elaborate patterns to you? Nothing at all.”
“I ought really, I suppose, with my bad eyesight, to stick to plain knit-
ting.”
“You’d find that very boring. Well, I’m flattered that you took my ad-
“Don’t I always take your advice, Doctor Haydock?”
“You do when it suits you,” said Dr. Haydock.
“Tell me, Doctor, was it really knitting you had in mind when you gave
me that advice?”
He met the twinkle in her eyes and twinkled back at her.
“How are you getting on with unravelling the murder?” he asked.
“I’m afraid my
faculties5 aren’t quite what they were,” said Miss Marple,
shaking her head with a sigh.
“Nonsense,” said Dr. Haydock. “Don’t tell me you haven’t formed some
conclusions.”
“Of course I have formed conclusions. Very definite ones.”
“Such as?” asked Haydock inquiringly.
how that could have been done—”
“Might have had the stuff ready in an eyedropper,” suggested Haydock.
“You are so professional,” said Miss Marple admiringly. “But even then
it seems to me so very
peculiar8 that nobody saw it happen.”
“Murder should not only be done, but be seen done! Is that it?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” said Miss Marple.
“That was a chance the murderer had to take,” said Haydock.
“Oh quite so. I’m not disputing that for a moment. But there were, I have
found by
inquiry9 and adding up the persons, at least eighteen to twenty
people on the spot. It seems to me that amongst twenty people somebody
must have seen that action occur.”
Haydock nodded. “One would think so, certainly. But obviously no one
did.”
“I wonder,” said Miss Marple thoughtfully.
“What have you got in mind exactly?”
“Well, there are three possibilities. I’m assuming that at least one person
would have seen something. One out of twenty. I think it’s only reasonable
to assume that.”
“I think you’re begging the question,” said Haydock, “and I can see loom-
ing ahead one of those terrible exercises in probability where six men
have white hats and six men have black and you have to work it out by
mathematics how likely it is that the hats will get mixed-up and in what
proportion. If you start thinking about things like that you would go round
the bend. Let me assure you of that!”
“I wasn’t thinking of anything like that,” said Miss Marple. “I was just
thinking of what is likely—”
“Yes,” said Haydock thoughtfully, “you’re very good at that. You always
have been.”
“It is likely, you know,” said Miss Marple, “that out of twenty people one
at least should be an observant one.”
“I give in,” said Haydock. “Let’s have the three possibilities.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to put them in rather sketchily,” said Miss Marple. “I
haven’t quite thought it out.
Inspector10 Craddock, and probably Frank
Cornish before him, will have questioned everybody who was there so the
natural thing would be that whoever saw anything of the kind would have
said so at once.”
“Is that one of the possibilities?”
“No, of course it isn’t,” said Miss Marple, “because it hasn’t happened.
What you have to account for is if one person did see something why
didn’t that person say so?”
“I’m listening.”
“Possibility One,” said Miss Marple, her cheeks going pink with anima-
tion. “The person who saw it didn’t realise what they had seen. That
would mean, of course, that it would have to be rather a stupid person.
Someone, let us say, who can use their eyes but not their brain. The sort of
person who, if you asked them. ‘Did you see anyone put anything in Mar-
ina Gregg’s glass?’ would answer, ‘Oh, no,’ but if you said ‘Did you see any-
one put their hand over the top of Marina Gregg’s glass?’ would say ‘Oh,
yes, of course I did.’”
Haydock laughed. “I admit,” he said, “that one never quite allows for the
moron11 in our midst. All right, I grant you Possibility One. The moron saw
it, the moron didn’t grasp what the action meant. And the second possibil-
ity?”
“This one’s far-fetched, but I do think it is just a possibility. It might have
been a person whose action in putting something in a glass was natural.”
“Wait, wait, explain that a little more clearly.”
“It seems to me nowadays,” said Miss Marple, “that people are always
adding things to what they eat and drink. In my young days it was con-
sidered to be very bad manners to take medicines with one’s meals. It was
on a
par12 with blowing your nose at the dinner table. It just wasn’t done. If
you had to take pills or capsules, or a spoonful of something, you went out
of the room to do so. That’s not the case now. When staying with my
nephew Raymond, I observed some of his guests seemed to arrive with
quite a quantity of little bottles of pills and tablets. They take them with
food, or before food, or after food. They keep aspirins and such things in
their handbags and take them the whole time—with cups of tea or with
their after-dinner coffee. You understand what I mean?”
“Oh, yes,” said Dr. Haydock, “I’ve got your meaning now and it’s inter-
esting. You mean that someone—” He stopped. “Let’s have it in your own
words.”
“I meant,” said Miss Marple, “that it would be quite possible, audacious
but possible, for someone to pick up that glass which as soon as it was in
his or her hand, of course, would be assumed to be his or her own drink
and to add whatever was added quite openly. In that case, you see, people
wouldn’t think twice of it.”
“He—or she—couldn’t be sure of that, though,” Haydock
pointed13 out.
“No,” agreed Miss Marple, “it would be a gamble, a risk—but it could
happen. And then,” she went on, “there’s the third possibility.”
“Possibility One, a moron,” said the doctor. “Possibility Two, a gambler
—what’s Possibility Three?”
“Somebody saw what happened, and has held their tongue deliber-
ately.”
Haydock frowned. “For what reason?” he asked. “Are you suggesting
“If so,” said Miss Marple, “it’s a very dangerous thing to do.”
“Yes, indeed.” He looked sharply at the
placid15 old lady with the white
fleecy garment on her lap. “Is the third possibility the one you consider
the most probable one?”
“No,” said Miss Marple, “I wouldn’t go so far as that. I have, at the mo-
ment,
insufficient16 grounds. Unless,” she added carefully, “someone else
gets killed.”
“Do you think someone else is going to get killed?”
“I hope not,” said Miss Marple. “I trust and pray not. But it so often hap-
pens, Doctor Haydock. That’s the sad and frightening thing. It so often
happens.”
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