M ISS M ARPLE U SES H ER I MAGINATION
“S o that’s what had been going on?” said Mr. Rafiel.
He and Miss Marple were sitting together in a confidential1 manner.
“She’d been having an affair with Tim Kendal, had she?”
“Hardly an affair, I imagine,” said Miss Marple, primly2. “It was, I think, a romantic attachment3 with the prospect4 ofmarriage in the future.”
“What—after his wife was dead?”
“I don’t think poor Esther Walters knew that Molly was going to die,” said Miss Marple. “I just think she believedthe story Tim Kendal told her about Molly having been in love with another man, and the man having followed herhere, and I think she counted on Tim’s getting a divorce. I think it was all quite proper and respectable. But she wasvery much in love with him.”
“Well, that’s easily understood. He was an attractive chap. But what made him go for her—d’you know that too?”
“You know, don’t you?” said Miss Marple.
“I dare say I’ve got a pretty fair idea, but I don’t know how you should know about it. As far as that goes, I don’tsee how Tim Kendal could know about it.”
“Well, I really think I could explain all that with a little imagination, though it would be simpler if you told me.”
“I’m not going to tell you,” said Mr. Rafiel. “You tell me, since you’re being so clever.”
“Well, it seems to me possible,” said Miss Marple, “that as I have already hinted to you, your man Jackson was inthe habit of taking a good snoop through your various papers from time to time.”
“Perfectly5 possible,” said Mr. Rafiel, “but I shouldn’t have said there was anything there that could do him muchgood. I took care of that.”
“I imagine,” said Miss Marple, “he read your will.”
“Oh I see. Yes, yes, I did have a copy of my will along.”
“You told me,” said Miss Marple, “you told me—(as Humpty Dumpty said—very loud and clear) that you had notleft anything to Esther Walters in your will. You had impressed that fact upon her, and also upon Jackson. It was truein Jackson’s case, I should imagine. You have not left him anything, but you had left Esther Walters money, thoughyou weren’t going to let her have any inkling of the fact. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, it’s quite right, but I don’t know how you knew.”
“Well, it’s the way you insisted on the point,” said Miss Marple. “I have a certain experience of the way people telllies.”
“I give in,” said Mr. Rafiel. “All right. I left Esther ?50,000. It would come as a nice surprise to her when I died. Isuppose that, knowing this, Tim Kendal decided6 to exterminate7 his present wife with a nice dose of something or otherand marry ?50,000 and Esther Walters. Possibly to dispose of her also in good time. But how did he know she wasgoing to have ?50,000?”
“Jackson told him, of course,” said Miss Marple. “They were very friendly, those two. Tim Kendal was nice toJackson and, quite, I should imagine, without ulterior motive8. But amongst the bits of gossip that Jackson let slip Ithink Jackson told him that unbeknownst to herself, Esther Walters was going to inherit a fat lot of money, and he mayhave said that he himself hoped to induce Esther Walters to marry him though he hadn’t had much success so far intaking her fancy. Yes, I think that’s how it happened.”
“The things you imagine always seem perfectly plausible,” said Mr. Rafiel.
“But I was stupid,” said Miss Marple, “very stupid. Everything fitted in really, you see. Tim Kendal was a veryclever man as well as being a very wicked one. He was particularly good at putting about rumours9. Half the things I’vebeen told here came from him originally, I imagine. There were stories going around about Molly wanting to marry anundesirable young man, but I rather fancy that the undesirable10 young man was actually Tim Kendal himself, thoughthat wasn’t the name he was using then. Her people had heard something, perhaps that his background was fishy11. Sohe put on a high indignation act, refused to be taken by Molly to be ‘shown off’ to her people and then he brewed12 up alittle scheme with her which they both thought great fun. She pretended to sulk and pine for him. Then a Mr. TimKendal turned up, primed with the names of various old friends of Molly’s people, and they welcomed him with openarms as being the sort of young man who would put the former delinquent13 one out of Molly’s head. I am afraid Mollyand he must have laughed over it a good deal. Anyway, he married her, and with her money he bought out the peoplewho ran this place and they came out here. I should imagine that he ran through her money at a pretty fair rate. Thenhe came across Esther Walters and he saw a nice prospect of more money.”
“Why didn’t he bump me off?” said Mr. Rafiel.
Miss Marple coughed.
“I expect he wanted to be fairly sure of Mrs. Walters first. Besides—I mean …” She stopped, a little confused.
“Besides, he realized he wouldn’t have to wait long,” said Mr. Rafiel, “and it would clearly be better for me to die anatural death. Being so rich. Deaths of millionaires are scrutinized14 rather carefully, aren’t they, unlike mere15 wives?”
“Yes, you’re quite right. Such a lot of lies as he told,” said Miss Marple. “Look at the lies he got Molly herself tobelieve—putting that book on mental disorders16 in her way. Giving her drugs which would give her dreams andhallucinations. You know, your Jackson was rather clever over that. I think he recognized certain of Molly’ssymptoms as being the result of drugs. And he came into the bungalow17 that day to potter about a bit in the bathroom.
That face cream he examined. He might have got some idea from the old tales of witches rubbing themselves withointments that had belladonna in them. Belladonna in face cream could have produced just that result. Molly wouldhave blackouts. Times she couldn’t account for, dreams of flying through the air. No wonder she got frightened aboutherself. She had all the signs of mental illness, Jackson was on the right track. Maybe he got the idea from MajorPalgrave’s stories about the use of datura by Indian women on their husbands.”
“Major Palgrave!” said Mr. Rafiel. “Really, that man!”
“He brought about his own murder,” said Miss Marple, “and that poor girl Victoria’s murder, and he nearlybrought about Molly’s murder. But he recognized a murderer all right.”
“What made you suddenly remember about his glass eye?” asked Mr. Rafiel curiously18.
“Something that Se?ora de Caspearo said. She talked some nonsense about his being ugly, and having the EvilEye; and I said it was only a glass eye, and he couldn’t help that, poor man, and she said his eyes looked differentways, they were cross-eyes—which, of course, they were. And she said it brought bad luck. I knew—I knew that I hadheard something that day that was important. Last night, just after Lucky’s death, it came to me what it was! And thenI realized there was no time to waste….”
“How did Tim Kendal come to kill the wrong woman?”
“Sheer chance. I think his plan was this: Having convinced everybody—and that included Molly herself—that shewas mentally unbalanced, and after giving her a sizeable dose of the drug he was using, he told her that between themthey were going to clear up all these murder puzzles. But she had got to help him. After everyone was asleep, theywould go separately and meet at an agreed spot by the creek19.
“He said he had a very good idea who the murderer was, and they would trap him. Molly went off obediently—butshe was confused and stupefied with the drug she had been given, and it slowed her up. Tim arrived there first and sawwhat he thought was Molly. Golden hair and pale green shawl. He came up behind her, put his hand over her mouth,and forced her down into the water and held her there.”
“Nice fellow! But wouldn’t it have been easier just to give her an overdose of narcotic20?”
“Much easier, of course. But that might have given rise to suspicion. All narcotics21 and sedatives22 have been verycarefully removed from Molly’s reach, remember. And if she had got hold of a fresh supply, who more likely to havesupplied it than her husband? But if, in a fit of despair, she went out and drowned herself whilst her innocent husbandslept, the whole thing would be a romantic tragedy, and no one would be likely to suggest that she had been drowneddeliberately. Besides,” added Miss Marple, “murderers always find it difficult to keep things simple. They can’t keepthemselves from elaborating.”
“You seem convinced you know all there is to be known about murderers! So you believe Tim didn’t know he hadkilled the wrong woman?”
Miss Marple shook her head.
“He didn’t even look at her face, just hurried off as quickly as he could, let an hour elapse, then started to organizea search for her, playing the part of a distracted husband.”
“But what the devil was Lucky doing hanging about the creek in the middle of the night?”
Miss Marple gave an embarrassed little cough.
“It is possible, I think, that she was—er—waiting to meet someone.”
“Edward Hillingdon?”
“Oh no,” said Miss Marple. “That’s all over, I wondered whether—just possibly—she might have been waiting forJackson.”
“Waiting for Jackson?”
“I’ve noticed her—look at him once or twice,” murmured Miss Marple, averting23 her eyes.
Mr. Rafiel whistled.
“My Tom Cat Jackson! I wouldn’t put it past him! Tim must have had a shock later when he found he’d killed thewrong woman.”
“Yes, indeed. He must have felt quite desperate. Here was Molly alive and wandering about. And the story he’dcirculated so carefully about her mental condition wouldn’t stand up for a moment once she got into the hands ofcompetent mental specialists. And once she told her damning story of his having asked her to meet him at the creek,where would Tim Kendal be? He’d only one hope—to finish off Molly as quickly as possible. Then there was a verygood chance that everyone would believe that Molly, in a fit of mania24, had drowned Lucky, and had then, horrified25 bywhat she had done, taken her own life.”
“And it was then,” said Mr. Rafiel, “that you decided to play Nemesis26, eh?”
He leaned back suddenly and roared with laughter. “It’s a damned good joke,” he said. “If you knew what youlooked like that night with that fluffy27 pink wool all round your head, standing28 there and saying you were Nemesis! I’llnever forget it!”

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