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Chapter Fourteen
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Fourteen
“S o you see,” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop, “I was quite right to call in an expert.”
I stared at her. We were all at the vicarage. The rain was pouring down outside and there was a pleasant log fire,and Mrs. Dane Calthrop had just wandered round, beat up a sofa cushion and put it for some reason of her own on thetop of the grand piano.
“But did you?” I said, surprised. “Who was it? What did he do?”
“It wasn’t a he,” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop.
With a sweeping1 gesture she indicated Miss Marple. Miss Marple had finished the fleecy knitting and was nowengaged with a crochet2 hook and a ball of cotton.
“That’s my expert,” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop. “Jane Marple. Look at her well. I tell you, that woman knows moreabout the different kinds of human wickedness than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“I don’t think you should put it quite like that, dear,” murmured Miss Marple.
“But you do.”
“One sees a good deal of human nature living in a village all the year round,” said Miss Marple placidly3.
Then, seeming to feel it was expected of her, she laid down her crochet, and delivered a gentle old-maidishdissertation on murder.
“The great thing is in these cases to keep an absolutely open mind. Most crimes, you see, are so absurdly simple.
This one was. Quite sane4 and straightforward—and quite understandable—in an unpleasant way, of course.”
“Very unpleasant!”
“The truth was really so very obvious. You saw it, you know, Mr. Burton.”
“Indeed I did not.”
“But you did. You indicated the whole thing to me. You saw perfectly5 the relationship of one thing to the other, butyou just hadn’t enough self-confidence to see what those feelings of yours meant. To begin with, that tiresome6 phrase‘No smoke without fire.’ It irritated you, but you proceeded quite correctly to label it for what it was—a smoke screen.
Misdirection, you see—everybody looking at the wrong thing—the anonymous7 letters, but the whole point was thatthere weren’t any anonymous letters!”
“But my dear Miss Marple, I can assure you that there were. I had one.”
“Oh yes, but they weren’t real at all. Dear Maud here tumbled to that. Even in peaceful Lymstock there are plentyof scandals, and I can assure you any woman living in the place would have known about them and used them. But aman, you see, isn’t interested in gossip in the same way—especially a detached logical man like Mr. Symmington. Agenuine woman writer of those letters would have made her letters much more to the point.
“So you see that if you disregard the smoke and come to the fire you know where you are. You just come down tothe actual facts of what happened. And putting aside the letters, just one thing happened—Mrs. Symmington died.
“So then, naturally, one thinks of who might have wanted Mrs. Symmington to die, and of course the very firstperson one thinks of in such a case is, I am afraid, the husband. And one asks oneself is there any reason?—anymotive?—for instance, another woman?
“And the very first thing I hear is that there is a very attractive young governess in the house. So clear, isn’t it? Mr.
Symmington, a rather dry repressed unemotional man, tied to a querulous and neurotic8 wife and then suddenly thisradiant young creature comes along.
“I’m afraid, you know, that gentlemen, when they fall in love at a certain age, get the disease very badly. It’s quitea madness. And Mr. Symmington, as far as I can make out, was never actually a good man—he wasn’t very kind orvery affectionate or very sympathetic—his qualities were all negative—so he hadn’t really the strength to fight hismadness. And in a place like this, only his wife’s death would solve his problem. He wanted to marry the girl, you see.
She’s very respectable and so is he. And besides, he’s devoted9 to his children and didn’t want to give them up. Hewanted everything, his home, his children, his respectability and Elsie. And the price he would have to pay for thatwas murder.
“He chose, I do think, a very clever way. He knew so well from his experience of criminal cases how soonsuspicion falls on the husband if a wife dies unexpectedly—and the possibility of exhumation10 in the case of poison. Sohe created a death which seemed only incidental to something else. He created a non-existent anonymous letter writer.
And the clever thing was that the police were certain to suspect a woman—and they were quite right in a way. All theletters were a woman’s letters; he cribbed them very cleverly from the letters in the case last year and from a case DrGriffith told him about. I don’t mean that he was so crude as to reproduce any letter verbatim, but he took phrases andexpressions from them and mixed them up, and the net result was that the letters definitely represented a woman’smind—a half-crazed repressed personality.
“He knew all the tricks that the police use, handwriting, typewriting tests, etc. He’s been preparing his crime forsome time. He typed all the envelopes before he gave away the typewriter to the Women’s Institute, and he cut thepages from the book at Little Furze probably quite a long time ago when he was waiting in the drawing room one day.
People don’t open books of sermons much!
“And finally, having got his false Poison Pen well established, he staged the real thing. A fine afternoon when thegoverness and the boys and his stepdaughter would be out, and the servants having their regular day out. He couldn’tforesee that the little maid Agnes would quarrel with her boy and come back to the house.”
Joanna asked:
“But what did she see? Do you know that?”
“I don’t know. I can only guess. My guess would be that she didn’t see anything.”
“That it was all a mare’s nest?”
“No, no, my dear, I mean that she stood at the pantry window all the afternoon waiting for the young man to comeand make it up and that—quite literally—she saw nothing. That is, no one came to the house at all, not the postman,nor anybody else.
“It would take her some time, being slow, to realize that that was very odd—because apparently11 Mrs. Symmingtonhad received an anonymous letter that afternoon.”
“Didn’t she receive one?” I asked, puzzled.
“But of course not! As I say, this crime is so simple. Her husband just put the cyanide in the top cachet of the onesshe took in the afternoon when her sciatica came on after lunch. All Symmington had to do was to get home before, orat the same time as Elsie Holland, call his wife, get no answer, go up to her room, drop a spot of cyanide in the plainglass of water she had used to swallow the cachet, toss the crumpled-up anonymous letter into the grate, and put byher hand the scrap12 of paper with ‘I can’t go on’ written on it.”
Miss Marple turned to me.
“You were quite right about that, too, Mr. Burton. A ‘scrap of paper’ was all wrong. People don’t leave suicidenotes on small torn scraps13 of paper. They use a sheet of paper—and very often an envelope too. Yes, the scrap ofpaper was wrong and you knew it.”
“You are rating me too high,” I said. “I knew nothing.”
“But you did, you really did, Mr. Burton. Otherwise why were you immediately impressed by the message yoursister left scribbled14 on the telephone pad?”
I repeated slowly, “‘Say that I can’t go on Friday’—I see! I can’t go on?”
Miss Marple beamed on me.
“Exactly. Mr. Symmington came across such a message and saw its possibilities. He tore off the words he wantedfor when the time came—a message genuinely in his wife’s handwriting.”
“Was there any further brilliance15 on my part?” I asked.
Miss Marple twinkled at me.
“You put me on the track, you know. You assembled those facts together for me—in sequence—and on top of ityou told me the most important thing of all—that Elsie Holland had never received any anonymous letters.”
“Do you know,” I said, “last night I thought that she was the letter writer and that that was why there had been noletters written to her?”
“Oh dear, me, no… The person who writes anonymous letters practically always sends them to herself as well.
That’s part of the—well, the excitement, I suppose. No, no, the fact interested me for quite another reason. It wasreally, you see, Mr. Symmington’s one weakness. He couldn’t bring himself to write a foul16 letter to the girl he loved.
It’s a very interesting sidelight on human nature—and a credit to him, in a way—but it’s where he gave himselfaway.”
Joanna said:
“And he killed Agnes? But surely that was quite unnecessary?”
“Perhaps it was, but what you don’t realize, my dear (not having killed anyone), is that your judgment17 is distortedafterwards and everything seems exaggerated. No doubt he heard the girl telephoning to Partridge, saying she’d beenworried ever since Mrs. Symmington’s death, that there was something she didn’t understand. He can’t take anychances—this stupid, foolish girl has seen something, knows something.”
“Yet apparently he was at his office all that afternoon?”
“I should imagine he killed her before he went. Miss Holland was in the dining room and kitchen. He just went outinto the hall, opened and shut the front door as though he had gone out, then slipped into the little cloakroom. Whenonly Agnes was left in the house, he probably rang the front door bell, slipped back into the cloakroom, came outbehind her and hit her on the head as she was opening the front door, and then after thrusting the body into thecupboard, he hurried along to his office, arriving just a little late if anyone had happened to notice it, but they probablydidn’t. You see, no one was suspecting a man.”
“Abominable brute,” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop.
“You’re not sorry for him, Mrs. Dane Calthrop?” I inquired.
“Not in the least. Why?”
“I’m glad to hear it, that’s all.”
Joanna said:
“But why Aimée Griffith? I know that the police have found the pestle18 taken from Owen’s dispensary—and theskewer too. I suppose it’s not so easy for a man to return things to kitchen drawers. And guess where they were?
Superintendent19 Nash only told me just now when I met him on my way here. In one of those musty old deed-boxes inhis office. Estate of Sir Jasper Harrington-West, deceased.”
“Poor Jasper,” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop. “He was a cousin of mine. Such a correct old boy. He would have had afit!”
“Wasn’t it madness to keep them?” I asked.
“Probably madder to throw them away,” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop. “No one had any suspicions aboutSymmington.”
“He didn’t strike her with the pestle,” said Joanna. “There was a clock weight there too, with hair and blood on it.
He pinched the pestle, they think, on the day Aimée was arrested, and hid the book pages in her house. And that bringsme back to my original question. What about Aimée Griffith? The police actually saw her write that letter.”
“Yes, of course,” said Miss Marple. “She did write that letter.”
“But why?”
“Oh, my dear, surely you have realized that Miss Griffith had been in love with Symmington all her life?”
“Poor thing!” said Mrs. Dane Calthrop mechanically.
“They’d always been good friends, and I dare say she thought, after Mrs. Symmington’s death, that some day,perhaps—well—” Miss Marple coughed delicately. “And then the gossip began spreading about Elsie Holland and Iexpect that upset her badly. She thought of the girl as a designing minx worming her way into Symmington’saffections and quite unworthy of him. And so, I think, she succumbed20 to temptation. Why not add one moreanonymous letter, and frighten the girl out of the place? It must have seemed quite safe to her and she took, as shethought, every precaution.”
“Well?” said Joanna. “Finish the story.”
“I should imagine,” said Miss Marple slowly, “that when Miss Holland showed that letter to Symmington herealized at once who had written it, and he saw a chance to finish the case once and for all, and make himself safe. Notvery nice—no, not very nice, but he was frightened, you see. The police wouldn’t be satisfied until they’d got theanonymous letter writer. When he took the letter down to the police and he found they’d actually seen Aimée writingit, he felt he’d got a chance in a thousand of finishing the whole thing.
“He took the family to tea there that afternoon and as he came from the office with his attaché case, he could easilybring the tornout book pages to hide under the stairs and clinch21 the case. Hiding them under the stairs was a neattouch. It recalled the disposal of Agnes’s body, and, from the practical point of view, it was very easy for him. Whenhe followed Aimée and the police, just a minute or two in the hall passing through would be enough.”
“All the same,” I said, “there’s one thing I can’t forgive you for, Miss Marple—roping in Megan.”
Miss Marple put down her crochet which she had resumed. She looked at me over her spectacles and her eyes werestern.
“My dear young man, something had to be done. There was no evidence against this very clever and unscrupulousman. I needed someone to help me, someone of high courage and good brains. I found the person I needed.”
“It was very dangerous for her.”
“Yes, it was dangerous, but we are not put into this world, Mr. Burton, to avoid danger when an innocent fellow-creature’s life is at stake. You understand me?”
I understood.

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1 sweeping ihCzZ4     
adj.范围广大的,一扫无遗的
参考例句:
  • The citizens voted for sweeping reforms.公民投票支持全面的改革。
  • Can you hear the wind sweeping through the branches?你能听到风掠过树枝的声音吗?
2 crochet qzExU     
n.钩针织物;v.用钩针编制
参考例句:
  • That's a black crochet waistcoat.那是一件用钩针编织的黑色马甲。
  • She offered to teach me to crochet rugs.她提出要教我钩织小地毯。
3 placidly c0c28951cb36e0d70b9b64b1d177906e     
adv.平稳地,平静地
参考例句:
  • Hurstwood stood placidly by, while the car rolled back into the yard. 当车子开回场地时,赫斯渥沉着地站在一边。 来自英汉文学 - 嘉莉妹妹
  • The water chestnut floated placidly there, where it would grow. 那棵菱角就又安安稳稳浮在水面上生长去了。 来自汉英文学 - 中国现代小说
4 sane 9YZxB     
adj.心智健全的,神志清醒的,明智的,稳健的
参考例句:
  • He was sane at the time of the murder.在凶杀案发生时他的神志是清醒的。
  • He is a very sane person.他是一个很有头脑的人。
5 perfectly 8Mzxb     
adv.完美地,无可非议地,彻底地
参考例句:
  • The witnesses were each perfectly certain of what they said.证人们个个对自己所说的话十分肯定。
  • Everything that we're doing is all perfectly above board.我们做的每件事情都是光明正大的。
6 tiresome Kgty9     
adj.令人疲劳的,令人厌倦的
参考例句:
  • His doubts and hesitations were tiresome.他的疑惑和犹豫令人厌烦。
  • He was tiresome in contending for the value of his own labors.他老为他自己劳动的价值而争强斗胜,令人生厌。
7 anonymous lM2yp     
adj.无名的;匿名的;无特色的
参考例句:
  • Sending anonymous letters is a cowardly act.寄匿名信是懦夫的行为。
  • The author wishes to remain anonymous.作者希望姓名不公开。
8 neurotic lGSxB     
adj.神经病的,神经过敏的;n.神经过敏者,神经病患者
参考例句:
  • Nothing is more distracting than a neurotic boss. 没有什么比神经过敏的老板更恼人的了。
  • There are also unpleasant brain effects such as anxiety and neurotic behaviour.也会对大脑产生不良影响,如焦虑和神经质的行为。
9 devoted xu9zka     
adj.忠诚的,忠实的,热心的,献身于...的
参考例句:
  • He devoted his life to the educational cause of the motherland.他为祖国的教育事业贡献了一生。
  • We devoted a lengthy and full discussion to this topic.我们对这个题目进行了长时间的充分讨论。
10 exhumation 3e3356144992dae3dedaa826df161f8e     
n.掘尸,发掘;剥璐
参考例句:
  • The German allowed a forensic commission including prominent neutral experts to supervise part of the exhumation. 德国人让一个包括杰出的中立专家在内的法庭委员会对部分掘墓工作进行监督。 来自辞典例句
  • At any rate, the exhumation was repeated once and again. 无论如何,他曾经把尸体挖出来又埋进去,埋进去又挖出来。 来自互联网
11 apparently tMmyQ     
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎
参考例句:
  • An apparently blind alley leads suddenly into an open space.山穷水尽,豁然开朗。
  • He was apparently much surprised at the news.他对那个消息显然感到十分惊异。
12 scrap JDFzf     
n.碎片;废料;v.废弃,报废
参考例句:
  • A man comes round regularly collecting scrap.有个男人定时来收废品。
  • Sell that car for scrap.把那辆汽车当残品卖了吧。
13 scraps 737e4017931b7285cdd1fa3eb9dd77a3     
油渣
参考例句:
  • Don't litter up the floor with scraps of paper. 不要在地板上乱扔纸屑。
  • A patchwork quilt is a good way of using up scraps of material. 做杂拼花布棉被是利用零碎布料的好办法。
14 scribbled de374a2e21876e209006cd3e9a90c01b     
v.潦草的书写( scribble的过去式和过去分词 );乱画;草草地写;匆匆记下
参考例句:
  • She scribbled his phone number on a scrap of paper. 她把他的电话号码匆匆写在一张小纸片上。
  • He scribbled a note to his sister before leaving. 临行前,他给妹妹草草写了一封短信。
15 brilliance 1svzs     
n.光辉,辉煌,壮丽,(卓越的)才华,才智
参考例句:
  • I was totally amazed by the brilliance of her paintings.她的绘画才能令我惊歎不已。
  • The gorgeous costume added to the brilliance of the dance.华丽的服装使舞蹈更加光彩夺目。
16 foul Sfnzy     
adj.污秽的;邪恶的;v.弄脏;妨害;犯规;n.犯规
参考例句:
  • Take off those foul clothes and let me wash them.脱下那些脏衣服让我洗一洗。
  • What a foul day it is!多么恶劣的天气!
17 judgment e3xxC     
n.审判;判断力,识别力,看法,意见
参考例句:
  • The chairman flatters himself on his judgment of people.主席自认为他审视人比别人高明。
  • He's a man of excellent judgment.他眼力过人。
18 pestle dMGxX     
n.杵
参考例句:
  • He ground the rock candy with a mortar and pestle.他自己动手用研钵和杵把冰糖研成粉。
  • An iron pestle can be ground down to a needle.只要功夫深,铁杵磨成针。
19 superintendent vsTwV     
n.监督人,主管,总监;(英国)警务长
参考例句:
  • He was soon promoted to the post of superintendent of Foreign Trade.他很快就被擢升为对外贸易总监。
  • He decided to call the superintendent of the building.他决定给楼房管理员打电话。
20 succumbed 625a9b57aef7b895b965fdca2019ba63     
不再抵抗(诱惑、疾病、攻击等)( succumb的过去式和过去分词 ); 屈从; 被压垮; 死
参考例句:
  • The town succumbed after a short siege. 该城被围困不久即告失守。
  • After an artillery bombardment lasting several days the town finally succumbed. 在持续炮轰数日后,该城终于屈服了。
21 clinch 4q5zc     
v.敲弯,钉牢;确定;扭住对方 [参]clench
参考例句:
  • Clinch the boards together.用钉子把木板钉牢在一起。
  • We don't accept us dollars,please Swiss francs to clinch a deal business.我方不收美元,请最好用瑞士法郎来成交生意。


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