Miss Marple shook her head.
'Nothing that would interest you, Sir Henry. We have our little mysteries, of course - there was that gill of picked shrimps that disappeared so incomprehensibly; but that wouldn't interest you because it all turned out to be so trivial, though throwing a considerable light on human nature.'
'You have taught me to dote on human nature,' said Sir Henry solemnly.
'What about you. Miss Helier?' asked Colonel Bantry. 'You must have had some interesting experiences.'
'Yes, indeed,' said Dr Lloyd.
'Me?' said Jane. 'You mean - you want me to tell you something that happened to me?'
'Or to one of your friends,' amended Sir Henry.
'Oh!' said Jane vaguely. 'I don't think anything has ever happened to me - I mean not that kind of thing. Flowers, of course, and queer messages - but that's just men, isn't it? I don't think' - she paused and appeared lost in thought.
'I see we shall have to have that epic of the shrimps,' said Sir Henry. 'Now then. Miss Marple.'
'You're so fond of your joke, Sir Henry. The shrimps are only nonsense; but now I come to think of it, I do remember one incident - at least not exactly an incident, something very much more serious - a tragedy. And I was, in a way, mixed up in it; and for what I did, I have never had any regrets - no, no regrets at all. But it didn't happen in St Mary Mead.'
'That disappoints me,' said Sir Henry. 'But I will endeavour to bear up. I knew we should not rely upon you in vain.'
He settled himself in the attitude of a listener. Miss Marple grew slightly pink.
'I hope I shall be able to tell it properly,' she said anxiously. 'I fear I am very inclined to become rambling. One wanders from the point - altogether without knowing that one is doing so. And it is so hard to remember each fact in its proper order. You must all bear with me if I tell my story badly. It happened a very long time ago now.
'As I say, it was not connected with St Mary Mead. As a matter of fact, it had to do with a Hydro -'
'Do you mean a seaplane?' asked Jane with wide eyes.
'You wouldn't know, dear,' said Mrs Bantry, and explained. Her husband added his quota:
'Beastly places - absolutely beastly! Got to get up early and drink filthy-tasting water. Lot of old women sitting about. Ill-natured tittle tattle. God, when I think -'
'Now, Arthur,' said Mrs Bantry placidly. 'You know it did you all the good in the world.'
'Lot of old women sitting round talking scandal,' grunted Colonel Bantry.
'That I am afraid is true,' said Miss Marple. 'I myself -'
'My dear Miss Marple,' cried the colonel, horrified. 'I didn't mean for one moment -'
With pink cheeks and a little gesture of the hand, Miss Marple stopped him.
'But it is true, Colonel Bantry. Only I should just like to say this. Let me recollect my thoughts. Yes. Talking scandal, as you say - well, it is done a good deal. And people are very down on it - especially young people. My nephew, who writes books - and very clever ones, I believe - has said some most scathing things about taking people's characters away without any kind of proof - and how wicked it is, and all that. But what I say is that none of these young people ever stop to think. They really don't examine the facts. Surely the whole crux of the matter is this: How often is tittle tattle, as you call it, true! And I think if, as I say, they really examined the facts they would find that it was true nine times out of ten! That's really just what makes people so annoyed about it'
'The inspired guess,' said Sir Henry.
'No, not that, not that at all! It's really a matter of practice and experience. An Egyptologist, so I've heard, if you show him one of those curious little beetles, can tell you by the look and the feel of the thing what date BC it is, or if it's a Birmingham imitation. And he can't always give a definite rule for doing so. He just knows. His life has been spent handling such things.
'And that's what I'm trying to say (very badly, I know). What my nephew calls "superfluous women" have a lot of time on their hands, and their chief interest is usually people. And so, you see, they get to be what one might call experts. Now young people nowadays - they talk very freely about things that weren't mentioned in my young days, but on the other hand their minds are terribly innocent They believe in everyone and everything. And if one tries to warn them, ever so gently, they tell one that one has a Victorian mind - and that, they say, is like a sink.'
'After all,' said Sir Henry, 'what is wrong with a sink?'
'Exactly,' said Miss Marple eagerly. 'It's the most necessary thing in any house; but, of course, not romantic. Now I must confess that I have my feelings, like everyone else. and I have sometimes been cruelly hurt by unthinking remarks. I know gentlemen are not interested in domestic matters, but I must just mention my maid Ethel - a very good-looking girl and obliging in every way. Now I realized as soon as I saw her that she was the same type as Annie Webb and poor Mrs Bruitt's girl. If the opportunity arose mine and thine would mean nothing to her. So I let her go at the month and I gave her a written reference saying she was honest and sober, but privately I warned old Mrs Edwards against taking her, and my nephew, Raymond, was exceedingly angry and said he had never heard of anything so wicked - yes, wicked. Well, she went to Lady Ashton, whom I felt no obligation to warn - and what happened? All the lace cut off her underclothes and two diamond brooches taken - and the girl departed in the middle of the night and never heard of since!'
Miss Marple paused, drew a long breath, and then went on.
'You'll be saying this has nothing to do with what went on at Keston Spa Hydro - but it has in a way. It explains why I felt no doubt in my mind the first moment I saw the Sanders together that he meant to do away with her.'
'Eh?' said Sir Henry, leaning forward.
Miss Marple turned a placid face to him.
'As I say, Sir Henry, I felt no doubt in my own mind. Mr Sanders was a big, good-looking, florid-faced man, very hearty in his manner and popular with all. And nobody could have been pleasanter to his wife than he was. But I knew! He meant to make away with her.'
'My dear Miss Marple -'
'Yes, I know. That's what my nephew Raymond West, would say. He'd tell me I hadn't a shadow of proof. But I remember Walter Hones, who kept the Green Man. Walking home with his wife one night she fell into the river - and he collected the insurance money! And one or two other people that are walking about Scot free to this day - one indeed in our own class of life. Went to Switzerland for a summer holiday climbing with his wife. I warned her not to go - the poor dear didn't get angry with me as she might have done - she only laughed. It seemed to her funny that a queer old thing like me should say such things about her Harry. Well, well, there was an accident - and Harry is married to another woman now. But what could I do? I knew, but there was no proof.'
'Oh! Miss Marple,' cried Mrs Bantry. 'You don't really mean -'
'My dear, these things are very common - very common indeed. And gentlemen are especially tempted, being so much the stronger. So easy if a thing looks like an accident As I say, I knew at once with the Sanders. It was on a tram. It was full inside and I had had to go on top. We all three got up to get off and Mr Sanders lost his balance and fell right against his wife, sending her headfirst down the stairs. Fortunately the conductor was a very strong young man and caught her.'
'But surely that must have been an accident'
'Of course it was an accident - nothing could have looked more accidental! But Mr Saunders had been in the Merchant Service, so he told me, and a man who can keep his balance on a nasty tilting boat doesn't lose it on top of a tram if an old woman like me doesn't. Don't tell me!'