M ISS M ARPLE S EEKS M EDICAL A TTENTION
D r. Graham was a kindly1 elderly man of about sixty-five. He had practised in the West Indies for many years, but wasnow semi-retired, and left most of his work to his West Indian partners. He greeted Miss Marple pleasantly and askedher what the trouble was. Fortunately at Miss Marple’s age, there was always some ailment2 that could be discussedwith slight exaggerations on the patient’s part. Miss Marple hesitated between “her shoulder” and “her knee,” butfinally decided3 upon the knee. Miss Marple’s knee, as she would have put it to herself, was always with her.
Dr. Graham was exceedingly kindly but he refrained from putting into words the fact that at her time of life suchtroubles were only to be expected. He prescribed for her one of the brands of useful little pills that form the basis of adoctor’s prescriptions4. Since he knew by experience that many elderly people could be lonely when they first came toSt. Honoré, he remained for a while gently chatting.
“A very nice man,” thought Miss Marple to herself, “and I really feel rather ashamed of having to tell him lies. ButI don’t quite see what else I can do.”
Miss Marple had been brought up to have a proper regard for truth and was indeed by nature a very truthful5 person.
But on certain occasions, when she considered it her duty so to do, she could tell lies with a really astonishingverisimilitude.
She cleared her throat, uttered an apologetic little cough, and said, in an old ladyish and slightly twittering manner:
“There is something, Dr. Graham, I would like to ask you. I don’t really like mentioning it—but I don’t quite seewhat else I am to do—although of course it’s quite unimportant really. But you see, it’s important to me. And I hopeyou will understand and not think what I am asking is tiresome6 or—or unpardonable in any way.”
To this opening Dr. Graham replied kindly: “Something is worrying you? Do let me help.”
“It’s connected with Major Palgrave. So sad about his dying. It was quite a shock when I heard it this morning.”
“Yes,” said Dr. Graham, “it was very sudden, I’m afraid. He seemed in such good spirits yesterday.” He spokekindly, but conventionally. To him, clearly, Major Palgrave’s death was nothing out of the way. Miss Marplewondered whether she was really making something out of nothing. Was this suspicious habit of mind growing onher? Perhaps she could no longer trust her own judgment8. Not that it was judgment really, only suspicion. Anyway shewas in for it now! She must go ahead.
“We were sitting talking together yesterday afternoon,” she said. “He was telling me about his very varied9 andinteresting life. So many strange parts of the globe.”
“Yes indeed,” said Dr. Graham, who had been bored many times by the Major’s reminiscences.
“And then he spoke7 of his family, boyhood rather, and I told him a little about my own nephews and nieces and helistened very sympathetically. And I showed him a snapshot I had with me of one of my nephews. Such a dear boy—at least not exactly a boy now, but always a boy to me if you understand.”
“Quite so,” said Dr. Graham, wondering how long it would be before the old lady was going to come to the point.
“I had handed it to him and he was examining it when quite suddenly those people—those very nice people—whocollect wild flowers and butterflies, Colonel and Mrs. Hillingdon I think the name is—”
“Oh yes? The Hillingdons and the Dysons.”
“Yes, that’s right. They came suddenly along laughing and talking. They sat down and ordered drinks and we alltalked together. Very pleasant it was. But without thinking, Major Palgrave must have put back my snapshot into hiswallet and returned it to his pocket. I wasn’t paying very much attention at the time but I remembered afterward10 and Isaid to myself—‘I mustn’t forget to ask the Major to give me back my picture of Denzil.’ I did think of it last nightwhile the dancing and the band was going on, but I didn’t like to interrupt him just then, because they were havingsuch a merry party together and I thought ‘I will remember to ask him for it in the morning.’ Only this morning—”
Miss Marple paused—out of breath.
“Yes, yes,” said Dr. Graham, “I quite understand. And you—well, naturally you want the snapshot back. Is that it?”
Miss Marple nodded her head in eager agreement.
“Yes. That’s it. You see, it is the only one I have got and I haven’t got the negative. And I would hate to lose thatsnapshot, because poor Denzil died some five or six years ago and he was my favourite nephew. This is the onlypicture I have to remind me of him. I wondered—I hoped—it is rather tiresome of me to ask—whether you couldpossibly manage to get hold of it for me? I don’t really know who else to ask, you see. I don’t know who’ll attend toall his belongings11 and things like that. It is all so difficult. They would think it such a nuisance of me. You see, theydon’t understand. Nobody could quite understand what this snapshot means to me.”
“Of course, of course,” said Dr. Graham. “I quite understand. A most natural feeling on your part. Actually, I ammeeting the local authorities shortly—the funeral is tomorrow—and someone will be coming from the Administrator’soffice to look over his papers and effects before communicating with the next of kin—all that sort of thing—If youcould describe this snapshot.”
“It was just the front of a house,” said Miss Marple. “And someone—Denzil, I mean—was just coming out of thefront door. As I say it was taken by one of my other nephews who is very keen on flower shows—and he wasphotographing a hibiscus, I think, or one of those beautiful—something like antipasto—lilies. Denzil just happened tocome out of the front door at that time. It wasn’t a very good photograph of him—just a trifle blurred—But I liked itand have always kept it.”
“Well,” said Dr. Graham, “that seems clear enough. I think we’ll have no difficulty in getting back your picture foryou, Miss Marple.”
He rose from his chair. Miss Marple smiled up at him.
“You are very kind, Dr. Graham, very kind indeed. You do understand, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, of course I do,” said Dr. Graham, shaking her warmly by the hand. “Now don’t you worry.
Exercise that knee every day gently but not too much, and I’ll send you round these tablets. Take one three times aday.”

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