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“I think we may have to act quickly. Very quickly. I have been foolish. Extremely foolish. I ought to have known from the very beginning what all this was about. It was so simple.”
“What was simple, and what are you talking about?”
“You slept through a good deal,” said Miss Marple. “A body was found. We thought at first it was the body of Molly Kendal. It wasn’t, it was Lucky Dyson. Drowned in the creek.”
“Lucky, eh?” said Mr. Rafiel. “And drowned? In the creek. Did she drown herself or did somebody drown her?”
“Somebody drowned her,” said Miss Marple.
“I see. At least I think I see. That’s what you mean by saying it’s so simple, is it? Greg Dyson was always the first possibility, and he’s the right one. Is that it? Is that what you’re thinking? And what you’re afraid of is that he may get away with it.”
Miss Marple took a deep breath.
“Mr. Rafiel, will you trust me? We have got to stop a murder being committed.”
“I thought you said it had been committed.”
“That murder was committed in error. Another murder may be committed any moment now. There’s no time to lose. We must prevent it happening. We must go at once.”
“It’s all very well to talk like that,” said Mr. Rafiel. “We, you say? What do you think I can do about it? I can’t even walk without help. How can you and I set about preventing a murder? You’re about a hundred and I’m a broken-up old crock.”
“I was thinking of Jackson,” said Miss Marple. “Jackson will do what you tell him, won’t he?”
“He will indeed,” said Mr. Rafiel, “especially if I add that I’ll make it worth his while. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Tell him to come with me and tell him to obey any orders I give him.”
Mr. Rafiel looked at her for about six seconds. Then he said:
“Done. I expect I’m taking the biggest risk of my life. Well, it won’t be the first one.” He raised his voice. “Jackson.” At the same time he picked up the electric bell that lay beside his hand and pressed the button.
Hardly thirty seconds passed before Jackson appeared through the connecting door to the adjoining room.
“You called and rang, sir? Anything wrong?” He broke off, staring at Miss Marple.
“Now, Jackson, do as I tell you. You will go with this lady, Miss Marple. You’ll go where she takes you and you’ll do exactly as she says. You’ll obey every order she gives you. Is that understood?”
“I—”
“Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And for doing that,” said Mr. Rafiel, “you won’t be the loser. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Come along, Mr. Jackson,” said Miss Marple. She spoke over her shoulder to Mr. Rafiel. “We’ll tell Mrs. Walters to come to you on your way. Get her to get you out of bed and bring you along.”
“Bring me along where?”
“To the Kendals’ bungalow,” said Miss Marple. “I think Molly will be coming back there.”
II
Molly came up the path from the sea. Her eyes stared fixedly ahead of her. Occasionally, under her breath, she gave a little whimper….
She went up the steps of the loggia, paused a moment, then pushed open the window and walked into the bedroom. The lights were on, but the room itself was empty. Molly went across to the bed and sat down. She sat for some minutes, now and again passing her hand over her forehead and frowning. Then, after a quick surreptitious glance round, she slipped her hand under the mattress and brought out the book that was hidden there. She bent over it, turning the pages to find what she wanted.
Then she raised her head as a sound of running footsteps came from outside. With a quick guilty movement she pushed the book behind her back.
Tim Kendal, panting and out of breath, came in, and uttered a great sigh of relief at the sight of her.
“Thank God. Where have you been, Molly? I’ve been searching everywhere for you.”
“I went to the creek.”
“You went—” he stopped.
“Yes. I went to the creek. But I couldn’t wait there. I couldn’t. There was someone in the water—and she was dead.”
“You mean—Do you know I thought it was you. I’ve only just found out it was Lucky.”
“I didn’t kill her. Really, Tim, I didn’t kill her. I’m sure I didn’t. I mean—I’d remember if I did, wouldn’t I?”
Tim sank slowly down on the end of the bed.
“You didn’t—Are you sure that—? No. No, of course you didn’t!” He fairly shouted the words. “Don’t start thinking like that, Molly. Lucky drowned herself. Of course she drowned herself. Hillingdon was through with her. She went and lay down with her face in the water—”
“Lucky wouldn’t do that. She’d never do that. But I didn’t kill her. I swear I didn’t.”
“Darling, of course you didn’t!” He put his arms round her but she pulled herself away.
“I hate this place. It ought to be all sunlight. It seemed to be all sunlight. But it isn’t. Instead there’s a shadow—a big black shadow … And I’m in it—and I can’t get out—”
Her voice had risen to a shout.
“Hush, Molly. For God’s sake, hush!” He went into the bathroom, came back with a glass.
“Look. Drink this. It’ll steady you.”
“I—I can’t drink anything. My teeth are chattering so.”
“Yes you can, darling. Sit down. Here, on the bed.” He put his arm round her. He approached the glass to her lips. “There you are now. Drink it.”
A voice spoke from the window.
“Jackson,” said Miss Marple clearly. “Go over. Take that glass from him and hold it tightly. Be careful. He’s strong and he may be pretty desperate.”
There were certain points about Jackson. He was a man with a great love for money, and money had been promised him by his employer, that employer being a man of stature and authority. He was also a man of extreme muscular development heightened by his training. His not to reason why, his but to do.
Swift as a flash he had crossed the room. His hand went over the glass that Tim was holding to Molly’s lips, his other arm had fastened round Tim. A quick flick of the wrist and he had the glass. Tim turned on him wildly, but Jackson held him firmly.
“What the devil—let go of me. Let go of me. Have you gone mad? What are you doing?”
Tim struggled violently.
“Hold him, Jackson,” said Miss Marple.
“What’s going on? What’s the matter here?”
Supported by Esther Walters, Mr. Rafiel came through the window.
“You ask what’s the matter?” shouted Tim. “Your man’s gone mad, stark, staring mad, that’s what’s the matter. Tell him to let go of me.”
