复仇女神40

时间：2026-01-29 07:29:14

（单词翻译:单击）

Twenty-three

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“That old lady gives me the creeps,” said Sir Andrew McNeil, when he had

said good-bye and thanks to Miss Marple.

“So gentle—and so ruthless,” said the Assistant Commissioner.

Professor Wanstead took Miss Marple down to his car which was wait-

ing, and then returned for a few final words.

“What do you think of her, Edmund?”

“The most frightening woman I ever met,” said the Home Secretary.

“Ruthless?” asked Professor Wanstead.

“No, no, I don’t mean that but—well, a very frightening woman.”

“Nemesis,” said Professor Wanstead thoughtfully.

“Those two women,” said the P.P.D. man, “you know, the security agents

who were looking after her, they gave a most extraordinary description of

her that night. They got into the house quite easily, hid themselves in a

small downstairs room until everyone went upstairs, then one went into

the bedroom and into the wardrobe and the other stayed outside the room

to watch. The one in the bedroom said that when she threw open the door

of the wardrobe and came out, there was the old lady sitting up in bed

with a pink fluffy shawl round her neck and a perfectly placid face, twit-

tering away and talking like an elderly school marm. They said she gave

them quite a turn.”

“A pink fluffy shawl,” said Professor Wanstead. “Yes, yes, I do remember

—.”

“What do you remember?”

“Old Rafiel. He told me about her, you know, and then he laughed. He

said one thing he’d never forget in all his life. He said it was when one of

the funniest scatterbrained old pussies he’d ever met came marching into

his bedroom out in the West Indies, with a fluffy pink scarf round her

neck, telling him he was to get up and do something to prevent a murder.

And he said, ‘What on earth do you think you’re doing?’ And she said she

was Nemesis. Nemesis! He could not imagine anything less like it, he said.

I like the touch of the pink woolly scarf,” said Professor Wanstead,

thoughtfully, “I like that, very much.”

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