father.â
âWe donât know what the true facts of the case may be, Griselda.â
âYou do believe it, Len! Oh! How can you! I tell you, Iâm sure Lawrence never touched a hair of his head.â
âRemember, I met him just outside the gate. He looked like a madman.â
âYes, butâoh! Itâs impossible.â
âThereâs the clock, too,â I said. âThis explains the clock. Lawrence must have put it back to 6:20 with the idea of making an alibi for himself. Look how Inspector Slack fell into the trap.â
âYouâre wrong, Len. Lawrence knew about that clock being fast. âKeeping the Vicar up to time!â he used to say. Lawrence would never have made the mistake of putting it back to 6:22. Heâd have put the hands somewhere possibleâlike a quarter to seven.â
âHe maynât have known what time Protheroe got here. Or he may have simply forgotten about the clock being fast.â
Griselda disagreed.
âNo, if you were committing a murder, youâd be awfully careful about things like that.â
âYou donât know, my dear,â I said mildly. âYouâve never done one.â
Before Griselda could reply, a shadow fell across the breakfast table, and a very gentle voice said:
âI hope I am not intruding. You must forgive me. But in the sad circumstancesâthe very sad circumstancesâ¦.â
It was our neighbour, Miss Marple. Accepting our polite disclaimers, she stepped in through the window, and I drew up a chair for her. She looked faintly flushed and quite excited.
âVery terrible, is it not? Poor Colonel Protheroe. Not a very pleasant man, perhaps, and not exactly popular, but itâs none the less sad for that. And actually shot in the Vicarage study, I understand?â
I said that that had indeed been the case.
âBut the dear Vicar was not here at the time?â Miss Marple questioned of Griselda. I explained where I had been.
âMr. Dennis is not with you this morning?â said Miss Marple, glancing round.
âDennis,â said Griselda, âfancies himself as an amateur detective. He is very excited about a footprint he found in one of the flower beds, and I fancy has gone off to tell the police about it.â
âDear, dear,â said Miss Marple. âSuch a to-do, is it not? And Mr. Dennis thinks he knows who committed the crime. Well, I suppose we all think we know.â
âYou mean it is obvious?â said Griselda.
âNo, dear, I didnât mean that at all. I dare say everyone thinks it is somebody different. That is why it is so important to have proofs. I, for instance, am quite convinced I know who did it. But I must admit I havenât one shadow of proof. One must, I know, be very careful of what one says at a time like thisâcriminal libel, donât they call it? I had made up my mind to be most careful with Inspector Slack. He sent word he would come and see me this morning, but now he has just phoned up to say it wonât be necessary after all.â
âI suppose, since the arrest, it isnât necessary,â I said.
âThe arrest?â Miss Marple leaned forward, her cheeks pink with excitement. âI didnât know there had been an arrest.â
It is so seldom that Miss Marple is worse informed than we are that I had taken it for granted that she would know the latest developments.
âIt seems we have been talking at cross purposes,â I said. âYes, there has been an arrestâLawrence Redding.â
âLawrence Redding?â Miss Marple seemed very surprised. âNow I should not have thoughtââ
Griselda interrupted vehemently.
âI canât believe it even now. No, not though he has actually confessed.â
âConfessed?â said Miss Marple. âYou say he has confessed? Oh! dear, I see I have been sadly at seaâyes, sadly at sea.â
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