He continued for some time with his exposition but was, as often, disconcerted by his wife's reception of his erudite pronouncement.
'Darling,' she said. 'Youare sweet.'
Bending over, she kissed him on the tip of his nose. Julian felt rather like a dog who has been congratulated on performing a clever trick.
'The Eccleses have been here,' said Bunch.
The vicar frowned. 'The Eccleses? I don't seem to remember…'
'You don't know them. They're the sister and her husband of the man in the church.'
'My dear, you ought to have called me.'
'There wasn't any need,' said Bunch. 'They were not in need of consolation. I wonder now…' She frowned. 'If I put a casserole in the oven tomorrow, can you manage, Julian? I think I shall go up to London for the sales.'
'The sails?' Her husband looked at her blankly. 'Do you mean a yacht or a boat or something?'
Bunch laughed. 'No, darling. There's a special white sale at Burrows and Portman's. You know, sheets, table cloths and towels and glass-cloths. I don't know what we do with our glass-cloths, the way they wear through. Besides,' she added thoughtfully, 'I think I ought to go and see Aunt Jane.'
That sweet old lady, Miss Jane Marple, was enjoying the delights of the metropolis for a fortnight, comfortably installed in her nephew's studio flat.
'So kind of dear Raymond,' she murmured. 'He and Joan have gone to America for a fortnight and they insisted I should come up here and enjoy myself. And now, dear Bunch, do tell me what it is that's worrying you.'
Bunch was Miss Marple's favourite godchild, and the old lady looked at her with great affection as Bunch, thrusting her best felt hat further on the back of her head, started on her story.
Bunch's recital was concise and clear. Miss Marple nodded her head as Bunch finished. 'I see,' she said. 'Yes, I see.'
'That's why I felt I had to see you,' said Bunch. 'You see, not being clever -'
'But you are clever, my dear.'
'No, I'm not. Not clever like Julian.'
'Julian, of course, has a very solid intellect,' said Miss Marple.
'That's it,' said Bunch. 'Julian's got the intellect, but on the other hand, I've got the sense.'
'You have a lot of common sense, Bunch, and you're very intelligent.'
'You see, I don't really know why I ought to do. I can't ask Julian because - well, I mean, Julian's so full of rectitude…'
This statement appeared to be perfectly understood by Miss Marple, who said, 'I know what you mean, dear. We women - well, it's different.' She went on, 'You told me what happened, Bunch, but I'd like to know first exactly what you think.'
'It's all wrong,' said Bunch. 'The man who was there in the church, dying, knew all about sanctuary. He said it just the way Julian would have said it. I hear he was a well-read, educated man. And if he'd shot bit, self, he wouldn't drag himself into a church afterward and say 'sanctuary.' Sanctuary means that you're pursued, arid when you get into a
church you're safe. Your pursuers can't touch you. At one time even the law couldn't get at you.' She looked questioningly at Miss Marple. The latter nodded. Bunch went on, 'Those people, the Eccles, were quite different. That watch - the dead man's watch. It had the initials W.S. on the back of it. But inside - I opened it - in very small lettering there was 'To Walter from his father' and a date. But the Eccles kept talking of him as William or Bill.'
Miss Marple seemed about to speak but Bunch rushed on, 'Oh, I know you're not always called the name you're baptized by. I mean, I can understand that you might be christened William and called 'Porky' or 'Carrots' or something. But your sister wouldn't call you William or Bill if your name was Walter.'
'You mean that she wasn't his sister?'
'I'm quite sure she wasn't his sister. They were horrid - both of them. They came to the vicarage to get his things and to find out if he'd said anything before he died. When I said he hadn't I saw it in their faces - relief. I think, myself,' finished Bunch, 'it was Eccles who shot him.'
'Murder?' said Miss Marple.
'Yes,' said Bunch, 'murder. That s why I came to you darling.'
Bunch's remark might have seemed incongruous to an ignorant
listener, but in certain spheres Miss Marple had a reputation
for dealing with murder.
'He said 'please' to me before he died,' said Bunch. 'He wanted me to do something for him. The awful thing is I've no idea what.'
Miss Marple considered for a moment or two and then pounced on the point that had already occurred to Bunch.
'But why was he there at all?' she asked.
You mean,' said Bunch, 'if you wanted sanctuary, you might pop into a church anywhere. T here s no need to take a bus that only goes four times a day and come out to a lonely spot like ours for it.'
'He must have come there for a purpose,' Miss Marple thought. 'He must have come to see someone. Chipping Cleghorn's not a big place, Bunch. Surely you must have some idea of who it was he came to see?'
Bunch reviewed the inhabitants of her village in her mind before rather doubtfully shaking her head. 'In a way, 'she said, 'it could be anybody.'
'He never mentioned a name?'
'He said Julian, or I thought he said Julian. It might have been Julia, I suppose. As far as I know, there isn't any Julia living in Chipping Cleghorn.'
She screwed up her eyes as she thought back to the scene. The man lying there on the chancel steps, the light coming through the window with its jewels of red and blue
light.
'Jewels,' said Bunch suddenly. 'Perhaps that's what he said. The light coming through the east window looked like jewels.'
'Jewels,' said Miss Marple thoughtfully.
'I'm coming now,' said Bunch, 'to the most important thing of all. The reason why I've really come here today. You see, the Eccles made a great fuss about having his coat. We took it off when the doctor was seeing to him. It was an old, shabby sort of coat - there was no reason they should have wanted it. They pretended it was sentimental, but that was nonsense.
'Anyway, I went up to find it, and as I was going up the stairs I remembered how he'd made a kind of picking gesture with his hand, as though he was fumbling with the coat. So
when I got hold of the coat I looked at it very carefully and I saw that in one place the lining had been sewn up again with a different thread. So I unpicked it and found a little
piece of paper inside. I took it out and sewed it up again properly with thread that matched. I was careful and I don't really think that the Eccles would know I've done it. I don't think so, but I can't be sure. And I took the coat down to them and made some excuse for the delay.'
'The piece of paper?' asked Miss Marple.
Bunch opened her handbag. 'I didn't show it to Julian,' she said, 'because he would have said that I ought to have given it to the Eccles. But I thought I'd rather bring it to you instead.'
'A cloakroom ticket,' said Miss Marple, looking at it. 'Paddington Station.'
'He had a return ticket to Paddington in his pocket,' said Bunch.
The eyes of the two women met.
'This calls for action,' said Miss Marple briskly. 'But it would be advisable, I think, to be careful. Would you have noticed at all, Bunch dear, whether you were followed when you came to London today?'
'Followed!' exclaimed Bunch. 'You don't think…'
'Well, I think it's possible,' said Miss Marple. 'When anything is possible, I think we ought to take precautions.' She rose with a brisk movement. 'You came up here ostensibly, my dear, to go to the sales. I think the right thing to do, therefore, would be for us to go to the sales. But before we set out, we might put one or two little arrangements in hand. I don't suppose,' Miss Marple added obscurely, 'that I shall need the old speckled tweed with the beaver collar just at present…'