I“I t’s too dreadful,” said Miss Knight1. She put down her parcels and gasped2 for breath.
“Something has happened?” asked Miss Marple.
“I really don’t like to tell you about it, dear, I really don’t. It might be a shock to you.”
“If you don’t tell me,” said Miss Marple, “somebody else will.”
“Dear, dear, that’s true enough,” said Miss Knight. “Yes, that’s terribly true. Everybody talks too much, they say.
And I’m sure there’s a lot in that. I never repeat anything myself. Very careful I am.”
“You were saying,” said Miss Marple, “that something rather terrible had happened?”
“It really quite bowled me over,” said Miss Knight. “Are you sure you don’t feel the draught3 from that window,dear?”
“I like a little fresh air,” said Miss Marple.
“Ah, but we mustn’t catch cold, must we?” said Miss Knight archly. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll just pop out and makeyou a nice eggnog. We’d like that, wouldn’t we?”
“I don’t know whether you would like it,” said Miss Marple. “I should be delighted for you to have it if you wouldlike it.”
“Now, now,” said Miss Knight, shaking her finger, “so fond of our joke, aren’t we?”
“But you were going to tell me something,” said Miss Marple.
“Well, you mustn’t worry about it,” said Miss Knight, “and you mustn’t let it make you nervous in anyway,because I’m sure it’s nothing to do with us. But with all these American gangsters4 and things like that, well I supposeit’s nothing to be surprised about.”
“Somebody else has been killed,” said Miss Marple, “is that it?”
“Oh, that’s very sharp of you, dear. I don’t know what should put such a thing into your head.”
“As a matter of fact,” said Miss Marple thoughtfully, “I’ve been expecting it.”
“Oh, really!” exclaimed Miss Knight.
“Somebody always sees something,” said Miss Marple, “only sometimes it takes a little while for them to realizewhat it is they have seen. Who is it who’s dead?”
“The Italian butler. He was shot last night.”
“I see,” said Miss Marple thoughtfully. “Yes, very likely, of course, but I should have thought that he’d haverealized before now the importance of what he saw—”
“Really!” exclaimed Miss Knight. “You talk as though you knew all about it. Why should he have been killed?”
“I expect,” said Miss Marple, thoughtfully, “that he tried to blackmail5 somebody.”
“He went to London yesterday, they say.”
“Did he now,” said Miss Marple, “that’s very interesting, and suggestive too, I think.”
Miss Knight departed to the kitchen intent on the concoction6 of nourishing beverages7. Miss Marple remainedsitting thoughtfully till disturbed by the loud aggressive humming of the vacuum cleaner, assisted by Cherry’s voicesinging the latest favourite ditty of the moment, “I Said to You and You Said to Me.”
Miss Knight popped her head round the kitchen door.
“Not quite so much noise, please, Cherry,” she said. “You don’t want to disturb Miss Marple, do you? You mustn’tbe thoughtless, you know.”
She shut the kitchen door again as Cherry remarked, either to herself or the world at large, “And who said youcould call me Cherry, you old jelly-bag?” The vacuum continued to whine8 while Cherry sang in a more subduedvoice. Miss Marple called in a high clear voice:
“Cherry, come here a minute.”
Cherry switched off the vacuum and opened the drawing room door.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you by singing, Miss Marple.”
“Your singing is much pleasanter than the horrid9 noise that vacuum makes,” said Miss Marple, “but I know one hasto go with the times. It would be no use on earth asking any of you young people to use the dustpan and brush in theold-fashioned way.”
“What, get down on my knees with a dustpan and brush?” Cherry registered alarm and surprise.
“Quite unheard of, I know,” said Miss Marple. “Come in and shut the door. I called you because I wanted to talk toyou.”
Cherry obeyed and came towards Miss Marple looking inquiringly at her.
“We’ve not much time,” said Miss Marple. “That old— Miss Knight I mean—will come in any moment with anegg drink of some kind.”
“Good for you, I expect. It’ll pep you up,” said Cherry encouragingly.
“Had you heard,” asked Miss Marple, “that the butler at Gossington Hall was shot last night?”
“What, the wop?” demanded Cherry.
“Yes. His name is Giuseppe, I understand.”
“No,” said Cherry, “I hadn’t heard that. I heard that Mr. Rudd’s secretary had a heart attack yesterday, andsomebody said she was actually dead—but I suspect that was just a rumour10. Who told you about the butler?”
“Miss Knight came back and told me.”
“Of course I haven’t seen anyone to speak to this morning,” said Cherry, “not before coming along here. I expectthe news has only just got round. Was he bumped off?” she demanded.
“That seems to be assumed,” said Miss Marple, “whether rightly or wrongly I don’t quite know.”
“This is a wonderful place for talk,” said Cherry. “I wonder if Gladys got to see him or not,” she addedthoughtfully.
“Gladys?”
“Oh, a sort of friend of mine. She lives a few doors away. Works in the canteen at the studios.”
“And she talked to you about Giuseppe?”
“Well, there was something that struck her as a bit funny and she was going to ask him what he thought about it.
But if you ask me it was just an excuse—she’s a bit sweet on him. Of course he’s quite handsome and Italians do havea way with them— I told her to be careful about him, though. You know what Italians are.”
“He went to London yesterday,” said Miss Marple, “and only returned in the evening I understand.”
“I wonder if she managed to get to see him before he went.”
“Why did she want to see him, Cherry?”
“It was just something which she felt was a bit funny,” said Cherry.
Miss Marple looked at her inquiringly. She was able to take the word “funny” at the valuation it usually had for theGladyses of the neighbourhood.
“She was one of the girls who helped at the party there,” explained Cherry. “The day of the fête. You know, whenMrs. Badcock got hers.”
“Yes?” Miss Marple was looking more alert than ever, much as a fox terrier might look at a waiting rat hole.
“And there was something that she saw that struck her as a bit funny.”
“Why didn’t she go to the police about it?”
“Well, she didn’t really think it meant anything, you see,” explained Cherry. “Anyway she thought she’d better askMr. Giuseppe first.”
“What was it that she saw that day?”
“Frankly,” said Cherry, “what she told me seemed nonsense! I’ve wondered, perhaps, if she was just putting me off—and what she was going to see Mr. Giuseppe about was something quite different.”
“What did she say?” Miss Marple was patient and pursuing.
Cherry frowned. “She was talking about Mrs. Badcock and the cocktail11 and she said she was quite near her at thetime. And she said she did it herself.”
“Did what herself?”
“Spilt her cocktail all down her dress, and ruined it.”
“You mean it was clumsiness?”
“No, not clumsiness. Gladys said she did it on purpose—that she meant to do it. Well, I mean, that doesn’t makesense, does it, however you look at it?”
Miss Marple shook her head, perplexed12. “No,” she said. “Certainly not—no, I can’t see any sense in that.”
“She’d got on a new dress too,” said Cherry. “That’s how the subject came up. Gladys wondered whether she’d beable to buy it. Said it ought to clean all right but she didn’t like to go and ask Mr. Badcock herself. She’s very good atdressmaking, Gladys is, and she said it was lovely stuff. Royal blue artificial taffeta; and she said even if the stuff wasruined where the cocktail stained it, she could take out a seam—half a breadth say—because it was one of those fullskirts.”
Miss Marple considered this dressmaking problem for a moment and then set it aside.
“But you think your friend Gladys might have been keeping something back?”
“Well, I just wondered because I don’t see if that’s all she saw— Heather Badcock deliberately13 spilling her cocktailover herself— I don’t see that there’d be anything to ask Mr. Giuseppe about, do you?”
“No, I don’t,” said Miss Marple. She sighed. “But it’s always interesting when one doesn’t see,” she added. “If youdon’t see what a thing means you must be looking at it wrong way round, unless of course you haven’t got fullinformation. Which is probably the case here.” She sighed. “It’s a pity she didn’t go straight to the police.”
The door opened and Miss Knight bustled14 in holding a tall tumbler with a delicious pale yellow froth on top.
“Now here you are, dear,” she said, “a nice little treat. We’re going to enjoy this.”
She pulled forward a little table and placed it beside her employer. Then she turned a glance on Cherry. “Thevacuum cleaner,” she said coldly, “is left in a most difficult position in the hall. I nearly fell over it. Anyone might havean accident.”
“Right-ho,” said Cherry. “I’d better get on with things.”
She left the room.
“Really,” said Miss Knight, “that Mrs. Baker15! I’m continually having to speak to her about something or other.
Leaving vacuum cleaners all over the place and coming in here chattering16 to you when you want to be quiet.”
“I called her in,” said Miss Marple. “I wanted to speak to her.”
“Well, I hope you mentioned the way the beds are made,” said Miss Knight. “I was quite shocked when I came toturn down your bed last night. I had to make it all over again.”
“That was very kind of you,” said Miss Marple.
“Oh, I never grudge17 being helpful,” said Miss Knight. “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it. To make a certain person weknow as comfortable and happy as possible. Oh dear, dear,” she added, “you’ve pulled out a lot of your knittingagain.”
Miss Marple leaned back and closed her eyes. “I’m going to have a little rest,” she said. “Put the glass here—thankyou. And please don’t come in and disturb me for at least three-quarters of an hour.”
“Indeed I won’t, dear,” said Miss Knight. “And I’ll tell that Mrs. Baker to be very quiet.”
She bustled out purposefully.
II
The good-looking young American glanced round him in a puzzled way.
The ramifications18 of the housing estate perplexed him.
He addressed himself politely to an old lady with white hair and pink cheeks who seemed to be the only humanbeing in sight.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but could you tell me where to find Blenheim Close?”
The old lady considered him for a moment. He had just begun to wonder if she was deaf, and had prepared himselfto repeat his demand in a louder voice, when she spoke19.
“Along here to the right, then turn left, second to the right again, and straight on. What number do you want?”
“No. 16.” He consulted a small piece of paper. “Gladys Dixon.”
“That’s right,” said the old lady. “But I believe she works at the Hellingforth Studios. In the canteen. You’ll findher there if you want her.”
“She didn’t turn up this morning,” explained the young man. “I want to get hold of her to come up to GossingtonHall. We’re very shorthanded there today.”
“Of course,” said the old lady. “The butler was shot last night, wasn’t he?”
The young man was slightly staggered by this reply.
“I guess news gets round pretty quickly in these parts,” he said.
“It does indeed,” said the old lady. “Mr. Rudd’s secretary died of some kind of seizure20 yesterday, too, Iunderstand.” She shook her head. “Terrible. Quite terrible. What are we coming to?”

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