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Carrie Louise came down the broad stairway, and three people
converged1
upon her from different directions, Gina from the long corridor, Miss
Marple from the library, and Juliet Bellever from the Great Hall.
“Darling!” she exclaimed
passionately3. “Are you all right? They haven’t
bullied4 you or given you third degree or anything?”
charming and most considerate.”
“So he ought to be,” said Miss Bellever. “Now, Cara, I’ve got all your let-
ters here and a parcel. I was going to bring them up to you.”
“Bring them into the library,” said Carrie Louise.
All four of them went into the library.
Carrie Louise sat down and began opening her letters. There were about
twenty or thirty of them.
As she opened them, she handed them to Miss Bellever who sorted them
into heaps, explaining to Miss Marple as she did so, “Three main categor-
ies. One—from relations of the boys. Those I hand over to Dr.
Maverick7.
Begging letters I deal with myself. And the rest are personal—and Cara
gives me notes on how to deal with them.”
The correspondence once disposed of, Mrs. Serrocold turned her atten-
tion to the parcel, cutting the string with scissors.
Out of the neat wrappings, there appeared an attractive box of chocol-
ates tied up with a gold ribbon.
“Someone must think it’s my birthday,” said Mrs. Serrocold with a smile.
She slipped off the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a visiting
card. Carrie Louise looked at it with slight surprise.
“With love from Alex,” she read. “How odd of him to send me a box of
chocolates by post on the same day he was coming down here.”
Uneasiness stirred in Miss Marple’s mind.
She said quickly:
“Wait a minute, Carrie Louise. Don’t eat one yet.”
Mrs. Serrocold looked faintly surprised.
“I was going to hand them round.”
“Well, don’t. Wait while I ask—is Alex about the house, do you know,
Gina?”
Gina said quickly, “Alex was in the Hall just now, I think.”
She went across, opened the door, and called him.
Alex Restarick appeared in the
doorway8 a moment later.
“Madonna darling! So you’re up. None the worse?”
He came across to Mrs. Serrocold and kissed her gently on both cheeks.
Miss Marple said:
“Carrie Louise wants to thank you for the chocolates.”
Alex looked surprised.
“What chocolates?”
“These chocolates,” said Carrie Louise.
“But I never sent you any chocolates, darling.”
“The box has got your card in,” said Miss Bellever.
Alex peered down.
“So it has. How odd. How very odd … I certainly didn’t send them.”
“What a very extraordinary thing,” said Miss Bellever.
“They look absolutely scrumptious,” said Gina, peering into the box.
“Look, Grandam, there are your favourite Kirsch ones in the middle.”
Miss Marple gently but firmly took the box away from her. Without a
word she took it out of the room and went to find Lewis Serrocold. It took
her some time because he had gone over to the College—she found him in
Dr. Maverick’s room there. She put the box on the table in front of him. He
listened to her brief account of the circumstances. His face grew suddenly
stern and hard.
Carefully, he and the doctor lifted out chocolate after chocolate and ex-
amined them.
“I think,” said Dr. Maverick, “that these ones I have put aside have al-
ate coating
underneath11? The next thing to do is to get them analysed.”
“But it seems incredible,” said Miss Marple. “Why, everyone in the
house might have been poisoned!”
Lewis nodded. His face was still white and hard.
“Yes. There is a ruthlessness—a disregard—” he broke off. “Actually, I
think all these particular chocolates are Kirsch flavouring. That is Car-
oline’s favourite. So, you see, there is knowledge behind this.”
Miss Marple said quietly:
“If it is as you suspect—if there is—poison—in these chocolates, then I’m
afraid Carrie Louise will have to know what is going on. She must be put
upon her guard.”
Lewis Serrocold said heavily:
“Yes. She will have to know that someone wants to kill her. I think that
she will find it almost impossible to believe.”
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