II
As Miss Marple came down from her room in the Golden Boar the next
day after washing her hands before luncheon, a woman in a tweed coat
and skirt came forward rather nervously and spoke to her.
“Excuse me, are you Miss Marple—Miss Jane Marple?”
“Yes, that is my name,” said Miss Marple, slightly surprised.
“My name is Mrs. Glynne. Lavinia Glynne. I and my two sisters live near
here and—well, we heard you were coming, you see—”
“You heard I was coming?” said Miss Marple with some slight surprise.
“Yes. A very old friend of ours wrote to us—oh, quite some time ago, it
must have been three weeks ago, but he asked us to make a note of this
date. The date of the Famous Houses and Gardens Tour. He said that a
great friend of his—or a relation, I’m not quite sure which—would be on
that tour.”
Miss Marple continued to look surprised.
“I’m speaking of a Mr. Rafiel,” said Mrs. Glynne.
“Oh! Mr. Rafiel,” said Miss Marple—“you—you know that—”
“That he died? Yes. So sad. Just after his letter came. I think it must have
been certainly very soon after he wrote to us. But we felt a special urgency
to try to do what he had asked. He suggested, you know, that perhaps you
would like to come and stay with us for a couple of nights. This part of the
tour is rather strenuous. I mean, it’s all right for the young people, but it is
very trying for anyone older. It involves several miles of walking and a
certain amount of climbing up difficult cliff paths and places. My sisters
and I would be so very pleased if you could come and stay in our house
here. It is only ten minutes’ walk from the hotel and I’m sure we could
show you many interesting things locally.”
Miss Marple hesitated a minute. She liked the look of Mrs. Glynne,
plump, good-natured, and friendly though a little shy. Besides—here again
must be Mr. Rafiel’s instructions—the next step for her to take? Yes, it
must be so.
She wondered why she felt nervous. Perhaps because she was now at
home with the people in the tour, felt part of the group although as yet she
had only known them for three days.
She turned to where Mrs. Glynne was standing, looking up at her
anxiously.
“Thank you—it is most kind of you. I shall be very pleased to come.”
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