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Miss Marple saw Gina and Wally go into the house together.
Miss Bellever’s voice behind her made her jump.
“You’ll get a chill, Miss Marple, standing about like that after the sun’s
gone down.”
through the house.
when you’re watching them to see how they’re done, and yet, once they
are explained, so absurdly simple. (Although, even now, I can’t imagine
how conjurers produce bowls of goldfish!) Did you ever see the Lady who
is Sawn in Half?—such a thrilling trick. It fascinated me when I was eleven
years old, I remember. And I never could think how it was done. But the
other day there was an article in some paper giving the whole thing away.
I don’t think a newspaper should do that, do you? It seems it’s not one girl
—but two. The head of the one and the feet of the other. You think it’s one
girl and it’s really two—and the other way round would work equally
well, wouldn’t it?”
Miss Bellever looked at her with faint surprise. Miss Marple was not of-
this,” she thought.
“When you only look at one side of a thing, you only see one side,” con-
make up your mind what is reality and what is illusion.” She added ab-
ruptly, “Is Carrie Louise—all right?”
“Yes,” said Miss Bellever. “She’s all right. But it must have been a shock,
you know—finding out that someone wanted to kill her. I mean particu-
larly a shock to her, because she doesn’t understand violence.”
“Carrie Louise understands some things that we don’t,” said Miss Marple
thoughtfully. “She always has.”
“I know what you mean—but she doesn’t live in the real world.”
“Doesn’t she?”
Miss Bellever looked at her in surprise.
“There never was a more unworldly person than Cara—”
“You don’t think that perhaps —” Miss Marple broke off, as Edgar
Lawson passed them, swinging along at a great pace. He gave a kind of
“I’ve remembered now who he reminds me of,” said Miss Marple. “It
came to me suddenly, just a few moments ago. He reminds me of a young
man called Leonard Wylie. His father was a dentist, but he got old and
blind and his hand used to shake, and so people preferred to go to the son.
good for anything anymore, and Leonard, who was very softhearted and
rather foolish, began to pretend he drank more than he should. He always
tients came. His idea was that they’d go back to the father again and say
the younger man was no good.”
“And did they?”
“Of course not,” said Miss Marple. “What happened was what anybody
with any sense could have told him would happen! The patients went to
Mr. Reilly, the rival dentist. So many people with good hearts have no
sense. Besides, Leonard Wylie was so unconvincing … His idea of drunk-
whisky—spilling it on his clothes, you know, to a perfectly impossible ex-
tent.”
They went into the house by the side door.
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