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The point was that it had been a habit of his。 This murderer story was one of his regular repertoire。 If any reference to murder came up； then away went the Major； full steam ahead。
In that case reflected Miss Marple； he might already have told his story to someone else here。 Or to more than one person。 If that were so； then she herself might learn from that person what the further details of the story had been； possibly what the person in the snapshot had looked like。 She nodded her head in satisfaction。
That would be a beginning。
And； of course； there were the people she called in her mind the 〃Four Suspects〃。 Though really； since Major Palgrave had been talking about a manthere were only two。 Colonel Hillingdon or Mr。 Dyson； very unlikelylooking murderers； but then murderers so often were unlikely。 Could there have been anyone else？ She had seen no one when she turned her head to look。 There was the bungalow of course。 Mr。 Rafiel's bungalow。 Could somebody have e out of the bungalow and gone in again before she had had time to turn her head？ If so； it could only have been the valetattendant。 What was his name？ Oh yes； Jackson。 Could it have been Jackson who had e out of the door？ That would have been the same pose as the photograph。 A man ing out of a door。 Recognition might have struck suddenly。 Up till then Major Palgrave would not have looked at Arthur Jackson； valetattendant； with any interest。 His roving and curious eye was essentially a snobbish eyeArthur Jackson was not a pukka sahibMajor Palgrave would not have glanced at him twice。
Until； perhaps； he had had the snapshot in his hand； and had looked over Miss Marple's right shoulder and had seen a man ing out of a door。。。 ？
Miss Marple turned over on her pillow。 Programme for tomorrowor rather for today。 Further investigation of the Hillingdons； the Dysons and Arthur Jackson； valetattendant。
II
Dr。 Graham also woke early。 Usually he turned over and went to sleep again。 But today he was uneasy and sleep failed to e。 This anxiety that made it so difficult to go to sleep again was a thing he had not suffered from for a long time。 What was causing this anxiety？ Really； he couldn't make it out。 He lay there thinking it over。 Something to do withsomething to do withyes Major Palgrave。 Major Palgrave's death？ He didn't see； though； what there could be to make him uneasy there。 Was it something that that twittery old lady had said？ Bad luck for her about her snapshot。 She'd taken it very well。 But now what was it she had said； what chance word of hers had it been that had given him this funny feeling of uneasiness？
After all； there was nothing odd about the Major's death。 Nothing at all。 At least he supposed there was nothing at all。 It was quite clear that in the Major's state of healtha faint check came in his thought process。 Did he really know much about Major Palgrave's state of health？ Everybody said that he'd suffered from high blood pressure。 But he himself had never had any conversation with the Major about it。 But then he'd never had much conversation with Major Palgrave anyway。 Palgrave was an old bore and he avoided old bores。 Why on earth should he have this idea that perhaps everything mightn't be all right？ Was it that old woman？ But after all she hadn't said anything。 Anyway； it was none of his business。 The local authorities were quite satisfied。 There had been that bottle of Serenite tablets； and the old boy had apparently talked to people about his blood pressure quite freely。 Dr。 Graham turned over in bed and soon went to sleep again。
III
Outside the hotel grounds； in one of a row of shanty cabins beside a creek； the girl Victoria Johnson rolled over and sat up in bed。 The St。 Honorй girl was a magnificent creature with a torso of black marble such as a sculptor would have enjoyed。 She ran her fingers through her dark； tightly curling hair。 With her foot she nudged her sleeping panion in the ribs。
〃Wake up； man。〃
The man grunted and turned。
''What you want？ It's not morning。〃
〃Wake up； man。 I want to talk to you。〃
The man sat up； stretched； showed a wide mouth and beautiful teeth。 〃What's worrying you； woman？〃
〃That Major man who died。 Something I don't like。 Something wrong about it。〃
〃Ah； what d'you want to worry about that？ He was old。 He died。〃
〃Listen； man。 It's them pills。 Them pills the doctor asked me about。〃
〃Well； what about them？ He took too many maybe。〃
〃No。 It's not that。 Listen。〃 She leant towards him； talking vehemently。 He yawned widely and then lay down again。 〃There's nothing in that。 What're you talking about？〃
〃All the same； I'll speak to Mrs。 Kendal about it in the morning。 I think there's something wrong there somewhere。〃
〃Shouldn't bother；〃 said the man who； without benefit of ceremony； she considered as her present husband。 〃Don't let's look for trouble；〃 he said and rolled over on his side yawning。
Chapter 7
MORNING ON THE BEACH
It was mid morning on the beach below the hotel。
Evelyn Hillingdon came out of the water and dropped on the warm golden sand。 She took off her bathing cap and shook her dark head vigorously。 The beach was not a very big one。 People tended to congregate there in the mornings and about 11。30 there was always something of a social reunion。 To Evelyn's left in one of the exoticlooking modern basket chairs lay Seсora de Caspearo； a handsome woman from Venezuela。 Next to her was old Mr。 Rafiel who was by now doyen of the Golden Palm Hotel and held the sway that only an elderly invalid of great wealth could attain。 Esther Walters was in attendance on him。 She usually had her shorthand notebook and pencil with her in case Mr。 Rafiel should suddenly think of urgent business cables which must be got off at once。 Mr。 Rafiel in beach attire was incredibly desiccated； his bones draped with festoons of dry skin。 Though looking like a man on the point of death； he had looked exactly the same for at least the last eight yearsor so it was said in the islands。 Sharp blue eyes peered out of his wrinkled cheeks； and his principal pleasure in life was denying robustly anything that anyone else said。
Miss Marple was also present。 As usual she sat and knitted and listened to what went on； and very occasionally joined in the conversation。 When she did so； everyone was surprised because they had usually fotten that she was there！
Evelyn Hillingdon looked at her indulgently； and thought that she was a nice old pussy。
Seсora de Caspearo rubbed some more oil on her long beautiful legs and hummed to herself。 She was not a woman who spoke much。 She looked discontentedly at the flask of sun oil。 〃This is not so good as Frangipani；〃 she said； sadly。 〃One cannot get it here。 A pity。〃 Her eyelids drooped again。
〃Are you going in for your dip now； Mr。 Rafiel？〃 asked Esther Walters tactfully。
〃I'll go in when I'm ready；〃 said Mr。 Rafiel； snappishly。
〃It's half past eleven；〃 said Mrs。 Walters。
〃What of it？〃 said Mr。 Rafiel。 〃Think I'm the kind of man to be tied by the clock？ Do this at the hour； do this at twenty minutes past； do that at twenty tobah！〃
Mrs。 Walters had been in attendance on Mr。 Rafiel long enough to