Bantry reassumed an erect position with a few creaks and winces, her hobby had made her rheumaticky, wiped her hot brow with an earth-stained hand and welcomed her friend.
“Heard you were back, Jane,” she said.
“Aren’t my new delphiniums doing well?
Have you seen these new little gentians?
I’ve had a bit of trouble with them, but I think they’re all set now. What we need is rain. It’s been terribly dry.” She added, “Esther told me you were ill in bed.” Esther was Mrs. Bantry’s cook and liaison officer with the village. “I’m glad to see it’s not true.” “Just a little overtired,” said Miss Marple. “Dr. Haydock thinks I need some sea air. I’m rather run down.” -“Oh, but you couldn’t go away now,” said Mrs. Bantry. “This is absolutely the best time of the year in the garden. Your border must be just coming into flower.” “Dr. Haydock thinks it would be advisable.”
“Well, Hay dock’s not such a fool as some doctors,” admitted Mrs. Bantry grudgingly.
“I was wondering. Dolly, about that cook of yours.” “Which cook? Do you want a cook?
You don’t mean that woman who drank, do you?” “No, no, no. I mean the one who made such delicious pastry. With a husband who was the butler.” “Oh, you mean the Mock Turtle,” said Mrs. Bantry with immediate recognition.
“Woman with a deep mournful voice who always sounded as though she was going to burst into tears. She was a good cook.
Husband was a fat, rather lazy man. Arthur always said he watered the whisky. I don’t know. Pity there’s always one of a couple that’s unsatisfactory. They got left a legacy by some former employer and they went off and opened a boarding-house on the south coast.” “That’s just what I thought. Wasn’t it at Dillmouth?” “That’s right. 14 Sea Parade, Dillmouth.” “I was thinking that as Dr. Haydock has suggested the seaside I might go to — was their name Saunders?” “Yes. That’s an excellent idea, Jane. You couldn’t do better. Mrs. Saunders will look after you well, and as it’s out of the season they’ll be glad to get you and won’t charge very much. With good cooking and sea air you’ll soon pick up.” “Thank you. Dolly,” said Miss Marple, “I expect I shall.”
6 EXERCISE IN DETECTION
“WHERE do you think the body was, About here?” asked Giles. He and Gwenda were standing in the front hall of Hillside. They had arrived back the night before, and Giles was now in full cry. He was as pleased as a small boy with his new toy.
“Just about,” said Gwenda. She retreated up the stairs and peered down critically, “Yes — I think that’s about it.” “Crouch down,” said Giles. “You’re only about three years old, you know.” Gwenda crouched obligingly.
“You couldn’t actually see the man who said the words?” “I can’t remember seeing him. He must have been just a bit further back — yes, there. I could only see his paws.” “Pazu’.” Giles frowned.
“They were paws. Grey paws — not human.” “But look here, Gwenda. This isn’t a kind of Murder in the Rue Morgue. A man doesn’t have paws.3′ “Well, he had paws.” Giles looked doubtfully at her.
“You must have imagined that bit afterwards.”
Gwenda said slowly, “Don’t you think I may have imagined the whole thing? You know, Giles, I’ve been thinking. It seems to me far more probable that the whole thing was a dream. It might have been. It was the sort of dream a child might have, and be terribly frightened, and go on remembering about. Don’t you think really that’s the proper explanation? Because nobody in Dillmouth seems to have the faintest idea that there was ever a murder or a sudden death, or a disappearance or anything odd about this house.” Giles looked like a different kind of little boy — a little boy who has had his nice new toy taken away from him.
“I suppose it might have been a nightmare,” he admitted grudgingly. Then his face cleared suddenly.
“No,” he said. “I don’t believe it. You could have dreamt about monkeys’ paws and someone dead–but I’m damned if you could have dreamt that quotation from The Duchess of Malfi.” “I could have heard someone say it and then dreamt about it afterwards.” “I don’t think any child could do that.