'At any rate we can take it that you made up your mind, Miss Marple,' said Sir Henry. 'Made it up then and there.'
The old lady nodded.
'I was sure enough, and another incident in crossing the street not long afterwards made me surer still. Now I ask you, what could I do, Sir Henry? Here was a nice contented happy little married woman shortly going to be murdered.'
'My dear lady, you take my breath away.'
'That's because, like most people nowadays, you won't face facts. You prefer to think such a thing couldn't be. But it was so, and I knew it. But one is so sadly handicapped! I couldn't, for instance, go to the police. And to warn the young woman would, I could see, be useless. She was devoted to the man. I just made it my business to find out as much as I could about them. One has a lot of opportunities doing one's needlework round the fire. Mrs Sanders (Gladys, her name was) was only too willing to talk. It seems they had not been married very long. Her husband had some property that was coming to him, but for the moment they were very badly off. In fact, they were living on her little income. One has heard that tale before. She bemoaned the fact that she could not touch the capital. It seems that somebody had had some sense somewhere! But the money was hers to will away - I found that out And she and her husband had made wills in favour of each other directly after their marriage. Very touching. Of course, when Jack's affairs came right - That was the burden all day long, and in the meantime they were very hard up indeed - actually had a room on the top floor, all among the servants - and so dangerous in case of fire, though, as it happened, there was a fire escape just outside their window. I inquired carefully if there was a balcony - dangerous things, balconies. One push - you know!
'I made her promise not to go out on the balcony; I said I'd had a dream. That impressed her - one can do a lot with superstition sometimes. She was a fair girl, rather washed-out complexion, and an untidy roll of hair on her neck. Very credulous. She repeated what I had said to her husband, and I noticed him looking at me in a curious way once or twice. He wasn't credulous; and he knew I'd been on that tram.
'But I was very worried - terribly worried - because I couldn't see how to circumvent him. I could prevent anything happening at the Hydro, just by saying a few words to show him I suspected. But that only meant his putting off his plan till later. No, I began to believe that the only policy was a bold one - somehow or other to lay a trap for him. If I could induce him to attempt her life in a way of my own choosing - well, then he would be unmasked, and she would be forced to face die truth however much of a shock it was to her.'
'You take my breath away,' said Dr Lloyd. 'What conceivable plan could you adopt?'
'I'd have found one - never fear,' said Miss Marple. 'But the man was too clever for me. He didn't wait He thought I might suspect, and so he struck before I could be sure. He knew I would suspect an accident. So he made it murder.'
A little gasp went round the circle. Miss Marple nodded and set her lips grimly together.
'I'm afraid I've put that rather abruptly. I must try and tell you exactly what occurred. I've always felt very bitterly about it - it seems to me that I ought, somehow, to have prevented it. But doubtless Providence knew best I did what I could at all events.
'There was what I can only describe as a curiously eerie feeling in the air. There seemed to be something weighing on us all. A feeling of misfortune. To begin with, there was George, the hall porter. Had been there for years and knew everybody. Bronchitis and pneumonia, and passed away on the fourth day. Terribly sad. A real blow to everybody. And four days before Christmas too. And then one of the housemaids - such a nice girl - a septic finger, actually died in twenty-four hours.
'I was in the drawing-room with Miss Trollope and old Mrs Carpenter, and Mrs Carpenter was being positively ghoulish - relishing it all, you know.
'"Mark my words," she said. 'This isn't the end. You know the saying? Never two without three. I've proved it true time and again. There'll be another death. Not a doubt of it. And we shan't have long to wait. Never two without three.'
'As she said the last words, nodding her head and clicking her knitting needles, I just chanced to look up and there was Mr Sanders standing in the doorway. Just for a minute he was off guard, and I saw the look in his face as plain as plain. I shall believe till my dying day that it was that ghoulish Mrs Carpenter's words that put the whole thing into his head. I saw his mind working.
'He came forward into the room smiling in his genial way.
'"Any Christmas shopping I can do for you ladies?" he asked. "I'm going down to Keston presently."
'He stayed a minute or two, laughing and talking, and then went out. As I tell you, I was troubled, and I said straight away:
'"Where's Mrs Sanders? Does anyone know?"
'Mrs Trollope said she'd gone out to some friends of hers, the Mortimers, to play bridge, and that eased my mind for the moment But I was still very worried and most uncertain as to what to do. About half an hour later I went up to my room. I met Dr Coles, my doctor, there, coming down the stairs as I was going up, and as I happened to want to consult him about my rheumatism, I took him into my room with me then and there. He mentioned to me then (in confidence, he said) about the death of the poor girl Mary. The manager didn't want the news to get about, he said, so would I keep it to myself. Of course I didn't tell him that we'd all been discussing nothing else for the last hour - ever since the poor girl breathed her last. These things are always known at once, and a man of his experience should know that well enough; but Dr Coles always was a simple unsuspicious fellow who believed what he wanted to believe and that's just what alarmed me a minute later. He said as he was leaving that Sanders had asked him to have a look at his wife. It seemed she'd been seedy of late - indigestion, etc.
'Now that very self-same day Gladys Sanders had said to me that she'd got a wonderful digestion and was thankful for it.
'You see? All my suspicions of that man came back a hundredfold. He was preparing the way - for what? Dr Coles left before I could make up my mind whether to speak to him or not - though really if I had spoken I shouldn't have known what to say. As I came out of my room, the man himself - Sanders - came down the stairs from the floor above. He was dressed to go out and he asked me again if he could do anything for me in the town. It was all I could do to be civil to the man! I went straight into the lounge and ordered tea. It was just on half past five, I remember.
'Now I'm very anxious to put clearly what happened next. I was still in the lounge at a quarter to seven when Mr Sanders came in. There were two gentlemen with him and all three of them were inclined to be a little on the lively side. Mr Sanders left his two friends and came right over to where I was sitting with Miss Trollope. He explained that he wanted our advice about a Christmas present he was giving his wife. It was an evening bag.
"'And you see, ladies," he said, "I'm only a rough sailorman. What do I know about such things? I've had three sent to me on approval and I want an expert opinion on them."
'We said, of course, that we would be delighted to help him, and he asked if we'd mind coming upstairs, as his wife might come in any minute if he brought the things down. So we went up with him. I shall never forget what happened next - I can feel my little fingers tingling now.