"Why do you think she came there?"
"I'd no idea at the time. She said her name was Bartlett. and the name of the woman she said she was living with began with 'H', though I can't remember it for the moment. Her hair was not only differently done but it was a different colour and her clothes were of a different style. I didn't recognise her at first on this trip. Just wondered why her face was vaguely familiar. And then suddenly it came to me. Because of the dyed hair. I said where I had seen her before. She admitted that she'd been there but pretended that she, too, hadn't recognised me. All lies."
"And what's your opinion about all that?"
"Well, one thing certainly... Miss Cooke (to give her her present name) came to St Mary Mead just to have a look at me so that she'd be quite sure to be able to recognise me when we met again "
"And why was that felt to be necessary?"
"I don't know. There are two possibilities. I'm not sure that I like one of them very much."
"I don't know," said Professor Wanstead, "that I like it very much either."
They were both silent for a minute or two, and then Professor Wanstead said.
"I don't like what happened to Elizabeth Temple. You've talked to her during this trip?"
"Yes, I have. When she's better I'd like to talk to her again - she could tell me, us - things about the girl who was murdered. She spoke to me of this girl, who had been at her school, who had been going to marry Mr Rafiel's son - but didn't marry him. Instead she died. I asked how or why she died - and she answered with the word 'Love'. I took it as meaning a suicide - but it was murder. Murder through jealousy would fit. Another man. Some other man we've got to find. Miss Temple may be able to tell us who he was."
"No other sinister possibilities?"
"I think, really, it is casual information we need. I see no reason to believe that there is any sinister suggestion in any of the coach passengers - or any sinister suggestion about the people living in The Old Manor House. But one of those three sisters may have known or remembered something that the girl or Michael once said. Clotilde used to take the girl abroad. Therefore, she may know of something that occurred on some foreign trip perhaps. Something that the girl said or mentioned or did on some trip. Some man that the girl met. Something which has nothing to do with The Old Manor House here. It is difficult because only by talking, by casual information, can you get any clue. The second sister, Mrs Glynne married fairly early, has spent time, I gather, in India and in Africa. She may have heard of something through her husband, or through her husband's relations, through various things that are unconnected with The Old Manor House here although she has visited it from time to time. She knew the murdered girl presumably, but I should think she knew her much less well than the other two. But that does not mean that she may not know some significant facts about the girl. The third sister is more scatty, more localised, does not seem to have known the girl as well. But still, she too may have information about possible lovers - or boyfriends - seen the girl with an unknown man. That's her, by the way, passing the hotel now."
Miss Marple, however occupied by her tête-à-tête, had not relinquished the habits of a lifetime. A public thoroughfare was always to her an observation post. All the passers-by, either loitering or hurrying, had been noticed automatically.
"Anthea Bradbury-Scott, the one with the big parcel. She's going to the post office, I suppose. It's just round the corner, isn't it?"
"Looks a bit daft to me," said Professor Wanstead, "all that floating hair - grey hair too - a kind of Ophelia of fifty."
"I thought of Ophelia too, when I first saw her. Oh dear, I wish I knew what I ought to do next. Stay here at the Golden Boar for a day or two, or go on with the coach tour. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. If you stick your fingers in it long enough, you ought to come up with something - even if one does get pricked in the process."
Chapter 13
BLACK AND RED CHECK
Mrs Sandbourne returned just as the party was sitting down to lunch. Her news was not good. Miss Temple was still unconscious. She certainly could not be moved for several days.
Having given the bulletin, Mrs Sandbourne turned the conversation to practical matters. She produced suitable time tables of trains for those who wished to return to London and proposed suitable plans for the resumption of the tour on the morrow or the next day. She had a list of suitable short expeditions in the near neighbourhood for this afternoon, small groups in hired cars.
Professor Wanstead drew Miss Marple aside as they went out of the dining room -
"You may want to rest this afternoon. If not, I will call for you here in an hour's time. There is an interesting church you might care to see?"
"That would be very nice," said Miss Marple.
II
Miss Marple sat quite still in the car that had come to fetch her. Professor Wanstead had called for her at the time he had said.
"I thought you might enjoy seeing this particular church. And a very pretty village, too," he explained. "There's no reason really why one should not enjoy the local sights when one can."
"It's very kind of you, I'm sure," Miss Marple had said.
She had looked at him with that slightly fluttery gaze of hers.
"Very kind," she said. "It just seems - well, I don't want to say it seems heartless, but well, you know what I mean."
"My dear lady, Miss Temple is not an old friend of yours or anything like that. Sad as this accident has been."
"Well," said Miss Marple again, "this is very kind of you."
Professor Wanstead had opened the door of the car and Miss Marple got into it.
It was, she presumed, a hired car. A kindly thought to take an elderly lady to see one of the sights of the neighbourhood.
He might have taken somebody younger, more interesting and certainly better looking. Miss Marple looked at him thoughtfully once or twice as they drove through the village. He was not looking at her. He was gazing out of his own window.
When they had left the village behind and were on a second class country road twisting round the hillside, he turned his head and said to her, "We are not going to a church, I am afraid."
"No," said Miss Marple, "I thought perhaps we weren't."
"Yes, the idea would have come to you."
"Where are we going, may I ask?"
"We are going to a hospital, in Carristown."
"Ah yes, that was where Miss Temple was taken?"
It was a question, though it hardly needed to be one.
"Yes," he said. "Mrs Sandbourne saw her and brought me back a letter from the Hospital Authorities. I have just finished talking to them on the telephone."
"Is she going on well?"
"No. Not going on very well."
"I see. At least - I hope I don't see," said Miss Marple.
"Her recovery is very problematical but there is nothing that can be done. She may not recover consciousness again. On the other hand she may have a few lucid intervals."
"And you are taking me there? Why? I am not a friend of hers, you know. I only just met her for the first time on this trip."
"Yes, I realise that. I'm taking you there because in one of the lucid intervals she has had, she asked for you."
"I see," said Miss Marple. "I wonder why she should ask for me, why she should have thought that I - that I could be useful in any way to her, or do anything. She is a woman of perception. In her way, you know, a great woman. As Headmistress of Fallowfield she occupied a prominent position in the educational world."
"The best girls' school there is, I suppose?"
"Yes. She was a great personality. She was herself a woman of considerable scholarship. Mathematics were her speciality, but she was an 'all round' what I should call an educator. Was interested in education, what girls were fitted for, how to encourage them. Oh, many other things. It is sad and very cruel if she dies," said Miss Marple. "It will seem such a waste of a life. Although she had retired from her Headmistress-ship she still exercised a lot of power. This accident -" she stopped. "Perhaps you do not want us to discuss the accident?"
"I think it is better that we should do so. A big boulder crashed down the hillside. It has been known to happen before though only at very long divided intervals of time. However, somebody came and spoke to me about it," said Professor Wanstead.
"Came and spoke to you about the accident? Who was it?"
"The two young people. Joanna Crawford and Emlyn Price."
"What did they say?"
"Joanna told me that she had the impression there was someone on the hillside. Rather high up. She and Emlyn were climbing up from the lower main path, following a rough track that wound round the curve of the hill. As they turned a corner she definitely saw, outlined against the skyline, a man or a woman who was trying to roll a big boulder forward along the ground. The boulder was rocking - and finally it started to roll, at first slowly and then gathering speed down the hill-side. Miss Temple was walking along the main path below, and had come to a point just underneath it when the boulder hit her. If it was done deliberately it might not, of course, have succeeded; it might have missed her but it did succeed. If what was being attempted was a deliberate attack on the woman walking below it succeeded only too well."
"Was it a man or a woman they saw?" asked Miss Marple.
"Unfortunately, Joanna Crawford could not say. Whoever it was, was wearing jeans or trousers, and had on a lurid polo-neck pullover in red and black checks. The figure turned and moved out of sight almost immediately. She is inclined to think it was a man but cannot be certain."
"And she thinks, or you think, that it was a deliberate attempt on Miss Temple's life?"
"The more she mulls it over, the more she thinks that that was exactly what it was. The boy agrees."
"You have no idea who it might have been?"
"No idea whatever. No more have they. It might be one of our fellow travellers, someone who went for a stroll that afternoon. It might be someone completely unknown who knew that the coach was making a halt here and chose this place to make an attack on one of the passengers. Some youthful lover of violence for violence's sake. Or it might have been an enemy."
"It seems very melodramatic if one says 'a secret enemy'," said Miss Marple.
"Yes, it does. Who would want to kill a retired and respected Headmistress? That is a question we want answered. It is possible, faintly possible that Miss Temple herself might be able to tell us. She might have recognised the figure above her or she might more likely have known of someone who bore her ill-will for some special reason."
"It still seems unlikely."
"I agree with you," said Professor Wanstead. "She seems a totally unlikely person to be a fit victim of attack, but yet when one reflects, a Headmistress knows a great many people. A great many people, shall we put it this way, have passed through her hands."
"A lot of girls, you mean, have passed through her hands."
"Yes. Yes, that is what I meant. Girls and their families. A Headmistress must have knowledge of many things. Romances, for instance, that girls might indulge in, unknown to their parents. It happens, you know. It happens very often. Especially in the last ten or twenty years. Girls are said to mature earlier. That is physically true, though in a deeper sense of the word, they mature late. They remain childish longer. Childish in the clothes they like to wear, childish with their floating hair. Even their mini-skirts represent a worship of childishness. Their Baby Doll nightdresses, their gymslips and shorts: all children's fashions. They wish not to become adult not to have to accept our kind of responsibility. And yet like all children, they want to be thought grown up, and free to do what they think are grown up things. And that leads sometimes to tragedy and sometimes to the aftermath of tragedy."
"Are you thinking of some particular case?"
"No. No, not really. I'm only thinking, well, shall we say letting possibilities pass through my mind. I cannot believe that Elizabeth Temple had a personal enemy. An enemy ruthless enough to wish to take an opportunity of killing her. What I do think," he looked at Mrs Marple, "would you like to make a suggestion?"
"Of a possibility? Well, I think I know or guess what you are suggesting. You are suggesting that Miss Temple knew something, knew some fact or had some knowledge that would be inconvenient or even dangerous to somebody if it was known."
"Yes, I do feel exactly that."
"In that case," said. Miss Marple, "it seems indicated that there is someone on our coach tour who recognised Miss Temple or knew who she was, but who perhaps after the passage of some years was not remembered or might even not have been recognised by Miss Temple. It seems to throw it back on our passengers, does it not?" She paused. "That pullover you mentioned - red and black checks, you said?"
"Oh yes? The pullover -" He looked at her curiously. "What was it that struck you about that?"
"It was very noticeable," said Miss Marple. "That is what your words led me to infer. It was very mentionable. So much so that the girl Joanna mentioned it specifically."
"Yes. And what does that suggest to you?"
"The trailing of flags," said Miss Marple thoughtfully. "Something that will be seen, remembered, observed, recognised."
"Yes." Professor Wanstead looked at her with encouragement.
"When you describe a person you have seen, seen not close at hand but from a distance, the first thing you will describe will be their clothes. Not their faces, not their walk, not their hands, not their feet. A scarlet tam-o'-shanter, a purple anorak, a bizzarre leather jacket, a pullover of brilliant reds and blacks. Something very recognisable, very noticeable. The object of it being that when that person removes that garment, gets rid of it, sends it by post in a parcel to some address, say, about a hundred miles away, or thrusts it in a rubbish bin in a city or burns it or tars it up or destroys it, she or he will be the one person modestly and rather drably atired who will not be suspected or looked at or thought of. It must have been meant, that scarlet and black check jersey. Meant so that it will be recognised again later, though actually it will never again be seen on that particular person."
