加勒比海之谜(英文版)-第3部分

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n　at　the　Golden　Palm　longer　than　Miss　Marple；　they　were　able　to　enlighten　her　as　to　some　of　her　fellow　guests。

That　very　old　man；　Mr。　Rafiel。　He　came　every　year。　Fantastically　rich！　Owned　an　enormous　chain　of　supermarkets　in　the　North　of　England。　The　young　woman　with　him　was　his　secretary；　Esther　Waltersa　widow。　（Quite　all　right；　of　course。　Nothing　improper。　After　all；　he　was　nearly　eighty！）　Miss　Marple　accepted　the　propriety　of　the　relationship　with　an　understanding　nod　and　the　Canon　remarked：　〃A　very　nice　young　woman；　her　mother；　I　understand；　is　a　widow　and　lives　in　Chichester。〃

〃Mr。　Rafiel　has　a　valet　with　him；　too。　Or　rather　a　kind　of　Nurse　Attendanthe's　a　qualified　masseur；　I　believe。　Jackson；　his　name　is。　Poor　Mr。　Rafiel　is　practically　paralysed。　So　sadwith　all　that　money；　too。〃　〃A　generous　and　cheerful　giver；〃　said　Canon　Prescott　approvingly。　People　were　regrouping　themselves　round　about；　some　going　farther　from　the　steel　band；　others　crowding　up　to　it。　Major　Palgrave　had　joined　the　HillingdonDyson　quartet。

〃Now　those　people〃　said　Miss　Prescott；　lowering　her　voice　quite　unnecessarily　since　the　steel　band　easily　drowned　it。　〃Yes；　I　was　going　to　ask　you　about　them。〃　

〃They　were　here　last　year。　They　spend　three　months　every　year　in　the　West　Indies；　going　round　the　different　islands。　The　tall　thin　man　is　Colonel　Hillingdon　and　the　dark　woman　is　his　wifethey　are　botanists。　The　other　two；　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Gregory　Dysonthey're　American。　He　writes　on　butterflies；　I　believe。　And　all　of　them　are　interested　in　birds。〃

〃So　nice　for　people　to　have　openair　hobbies；〃　said　Canon　Prescott　genially。　〃I　don't　think　they'd　like　to　hear　you　call　it　hobbies；　Jeremy；〃　said　his　sister。　〃They　have　articles　printed　in　the　National　Geographic　and　the　Royal　Horticultural　Journal。　They　take　themselves　very　seriously。〃

A　loud　outburst　of　laughter　came　from　the　table　they　had　been　observing。　It　was　loud　enough　to　overe　the　steel　band。　Gregory　Dyson　was　leaning　back　in　his　chair　and　thumping　the　table；　his　wife　was　protesting；　and　Major　Palgrave　emptied　his　glass　and　seemed　to　be　applauding。　They　hardly　qualified　for　the　moment　as　people　who　took　themselves　seriously。

〃Major　Palgrave　should　not　drink　so　much；〃　said　Miss　Prescott　acidly。　〃He　has　blood　pressure。〃

A　fresh　supply　of　Planters　Punches　were　brought　to　the　table。　〃It's　so　nice　to　get　people　sorted　out；〃　said　Miss　Marple。　〃When　I　met　them　this　afternoon　I　wasn't　sure　which　was　married　to　which。〃

There　was　a　slight　pause。　Miss　Prescott　coughed　a　small　dry　cough；　and　said：　〃Well；　as　to　that〃

〃Joan；〃　said　the　Canon　in　an　admonitory　voice。　〃Perhaps　it　would　be　wise　to　say　no　more。〃

〃Really；　Jeremy；　I　wasn't　going　to　say　anything。　Only　that　last　year；　for　some　reason　or　otherI　really　don't　know　whywe　got　the　idea　that　Mrs。　Dyson　was　Mrs。　Hillingdon　until　someone　told　us　she　wasn't。〃

〃It's　odd　how　one　gets　impressions；　isn't　it？〃　said　Miss　Marple　innocently。　Her　eyes　met　Miss　Prescott's　for　a　moment。　A　flash　of　womanly　understanding　passed　between　them。　A　more　sensitive　man　than　Canon　Prescott　might　have　felt　that　he　was　'de　trop'。　Another　signal　passed　between　the　women。　It　said　as　clearly　as　if　the　words　had　been　spoken：　〃Some　other　time。。。〃

〃Mr。　Dyson　calls　his　wife　'Lucky'。　Is　that　her　real　name　or　a　nickname？〃　asked　Miss　Marple。

〃It　can　hardly　be　her　real　name；　I　should　think。〃

〃I　happened　to　ask　him；〃　said　the　Canon。　〃He　said　he　called　her　Lucky　because　she　was　his　good　luck　piece。　If　he　lost　her；　he　said；　he'd　lose　his　luck。　Very　nicely　put；　I　thought。〃

〃He's　very　fond　of　joking；〃　said　Miss　Prescott。　The　Canon　looked　at　his　sister　doubtfully。

The　steel　band　outdid　itself　with　a　wild　burst　of　cacophony　and　a　troupe　of　dancers　came　racing　on　to　the　floor。　Miss　Marple　and　the　others　turned　their　chairs　to　watch。　Miss　Marple　enjoyed　the　dancing　better　than　the　music；　she　liked　the　shuffling　feet　and　the　rhythmic　sway　of　the　bodies。　It　seemed；　she　thought；　very　real。　It　had　a　kind　of　power　of　understatement。

Tonight；　for　the　first　time；　she　began　to　feel　slightly　at　home　in　her　new　environment。。。　Up　to　now；　she　had　missed　what　she　usually　found　so　easily；　points　of　resemblance　in　the　people　she　met；　to　various　people　known　to　her　personally。　She　had；　possibly；　been　dazzled　by　the　gay　clothes　and　the　exotic　colouring；　but　soon；　she　felt；　she　would　be　able　to　make　some　interesting　parisons。

Molly　Kendal；　for　instance；　was　like　that　nice　girl　whose　name　she　couldn't　remember；　but　who　was　a　conductress　on　the　Market　Basing　bus。　Helped　you　in；　and　never　rang　the　bus　on　until　she　was　sure　you'd　sat　down　safely。　Tim　Kendal　was　just　a　little　like　the　head　waiter　at　the　Royal　Gee　in　Medchester。　Selfconfident；　and　yet；　at　the　same　time；　worried。　（He　had　had　an　ulcer；　she　remembered。）　As　for　Major　Palgrave；　he　was　indistinguishable　from　General　Leroy；　Captain　Flemming；　Admiral　Wicklow　and　mander　Richardson。　She　went　on　to　someone　more　interesting。　Greg；　for　instance。　Greg　was　difficult　because　he　was　American。　A　dash　of　Sir　Gee　Trollope；　perhaps；　always　so　full　of　jokes　at　the　Civil　Defence　meetingsor　perhaps　Mr。　Murdoch　the　butcher。　Mr。　Murdoch　had　had　rather　a　bad　reputation；　but　some　people　said　it　was　just　gossip；　and　that　Mr。　Murdoch　himself　liked　to　encourage　the　rumours！　〃Lucky〃　now？　Well；　that　was　easyMarleen　at　the　Three　Crowns。　Evelyn　Hillingdon？　She　couldn't　fit　Evelyn　in　precisely。　In　appearance　she　fitted　many　rolestall　thin　weatherbeaten　Englishwomen　were　plentiful。　Lady　Caroline　Wolfe；　Peter　Wolfe's　first　wife；　who　had　mitted　suicide？　Or　there　was　Leslie　Jamesthat　quiet　woman　who　seldom　showed　what　she　felt　and　who　had　sold　up　her　house　and　left　without　ever　telling　anyone　she　was　going。　Colonel　Hillingdon？　No　immediate　clue　there。　She'd　have　to　get　to　know　him　a　little　first。　One　of　those　quiet　men　with　good　manners。　You　never　knew　what　they　were　thinking　about。　Sometimes　they　surprised　you。　Major　Harper；　she　remembered；　had　quietly　cut　his　throat　one　day。　Nobody　had　ever　known　why。　Miss　Marple　thought　that　she　did　knowbut　she'd　never　been　quite　sure。。。　Her　eyes　strayed　to　Mr。　Rafiel's　table。　The　principal　thing　known　about　Mr。　Rafiel　was　that　he　was　incredibly　rich；　he　came　every　year　to　the　West　Indies；　he　was　semiparalysed　and　looked　like　a　wrinkled　old　bird　of　prey。　His　clothes　hung　loosely　on　his　shrunken　form。　He　might　have　been　seventy　or　eighty；　or　even　niy。　His　eyes　were　shrewd　and　he　was　frequently　rude；　but　people　seldom　took　offence；　partly　because　he　was　so　rich；　and　partly　because　of　his　overwhelming　personality　which　hypnotised　you　into　feeling　that　somehow；　Mr。　Rafiel　had　the　right　to　be　rude　if　he　wanted　to。

With　him　sat　his　secretary；　Mrs。　Walters。　She　had　corncoloured　hair；　and　a　pleasant　face。　Mr。　Rafiel　was　frequently　very　rude　to　her；　but　she　never　seemed　to　notice　it。　She　was　not　so　much　subservient；　as　oblivious。　She　behaved　like　a　welltrained　hospital　nurse。　Possibly；　thought　Miss　Marple；　she　had　been　a　hospital　nurse。　A　young　man；　tall　and　goodlooking；　in　a　white　jacket；　came　to　stand　by　Mr。　Rafiel's　chair。　The　old　man　looked　up　at　him；　nodded；　then　motioned　him　to　a　chair。　The　young　man　sat　down　as　bidden。　〃Mr。　Jackson；　I　presume；〃　said　Miss　Marple　to　herself。　〃His　valetattendant。〃

She　studied　Mr。　Jackson　with　some　attention。

In　the　bar；　Molly　Kendal　stretched　her　back；　and　slipped　off　her　highheeled　shoes。　Tim　came　in　from　the　terrace　to　join　her。　They　had　the　bar　to　themselves　for　the　moment。　〃Tired；　darling？〃　he　asked。

〃Just　a　bit。　I　seem　to　be　feeling　my　feet　tonight。〃

〃Not　too　much　for　you；　is　it？　All　this？　I　know　it's　hard　work。〃　He　looked　at　her　anxiously。

She　laughed。　〃Oh　Tim；　don't　be　ridiculous。　I　love　it　here。　It's　geous。　The　kind　of　dream　I've　always　had；　e　true。〃

〃Yes；　it　would　be　all　rightif　one　was　just　a　guest。　But　running　the　showthat's　work。〃

〃Well；　you　can't　have　anything　for　nothing；　can　you？〃　said　Molly　Kendal　reasonably。　Tim　Kendal　frowned。

〃You　think　it's　going　all　right？　A　success？　We're　making　a　go　of　it？〃

〃Of　course　we　are。〃

〃You　don't　think　people　are　saying；　'It's　not　the　same　as　when　the　Sandersons　were　here'。〃

〃Of　course　someone　will　be　saying　thatthey　always　do！　But　only　some　old　stickinthemud。　I'm　sure　that　we're　far　better　at　the　job　than　they　were。　We're　more　glamorous。　You　charm　the　old　pussies　and　manage　to　look　as　though　you'd　like　to　make　love　to　the　desperate　forties　and　fifties；　and　I　ogle　the　old　gentlemen　and　make　them　feel　sexy　dogsor　play　the　sweet　little　daughter　the　sentimental　ones　would　love　to　have　had。　Oh；　we've　got　it　all　taped　splendidly。〃

Tim's　frown　vanished。

〃As　long　as　you　think　so。　I　get　scared。　We've　risked　everything　on　making　a　job　of　this。　I　chucked　my　job〃

〃And　quite　right　to　do　so；〃　Molly　put　in　quickly。　〃It　was　souldestroying。〃

He　laughed　and　kissed　the　tip　of　her　nose。

〃I　tell　you　we've　got　it　taped；〃　she　repeated。　〃Why　do　you　always　worry？〃

〃Made　that　way；　I　suppose。　I'm　always　thinkingsuppose　something　should　go　wrong。〃

〃What　sort　of　thing〃

〃Oh　I　don't　know。　Somebody　might　get　drowned。〃

〃Not　they。　It's　one　of　the　safest　of　all　the　beaches。　And　we've　got　that　hulking　Swede　always　on　guard。〃

〃I'm　a　fool；〃　said　Tim　Kendal。　He　hesitatedand　then　said；　〃Youhaven't　had　any　more　of　those　dreams；　have　you？〃

〃That　was　shellfish；〃　said　Molly；　and　laughed。



Chapter　3

A　DEATH　IN　THE　HOTEL



Miss　Marple　had　her　breakfast　brought　to　her　in　bed　as　usual。

Tea；　a　boiled　egg；　and　a　slice　of　pawpaw。

The　fruit　on　the　island；　thought　Miss　Marple；　was　rather　disappointing。　It　seemed　always　to　be　pawpaw。　If　she　could　have　a　nice　apple　nowbut　apples　seemed　to　be　unknown。　Now　that　she　had　been　here　a　week；　Miss　Marple　had　cured　herself　of　the　impulse　to　ask　what　the　weather　was　like。　The　weather　was　always　the　samefine。　No　interesting　variations。

〃The　manysplendoured　weather　of　an　English　day〃　she　murmured　to　herself　and　wondered　if　it　was　a　quotation；　or　whether　she　had　made　it　up。　There　were；　of　course；　hurricanes；　or　so　she　understood。　But　hurricanes　were　not　weather　in　Miss　Marple's　sense　of　the　word。　They　were　more　in　the　nature　of　an　Act　of　God。　There　was　rain；　short　violent　rainfall　that　lasted　five　minutes　and　stopped　abruptly。　Everything　and　everyone　was　wringing　wet；　but　in　another　five　minutes　they　were　dry　again。

The　black　West　Indian　girl　smiled　and　said　GoodMorning　as　she　placed　the　tray　on　Miss　Marple's　knees。　Such　lovely　white　teeth　and　so　happy　and　smiling。　Nice　natures；　all　these　girls；　and　a　pity　they　were　so　averse　to　getting　married。　It　worried　Canon　Prescott　a　good　deal。　Plenty　of　christenings；　he　said；　trying　to　console　himself；　but　no　weddings。　Miss　Marple　ate　her　breakfast　and　decided　how　she　would　spend　her　day。

It　didn't　really　take　much　deciding。　She　would　get　up　at　her　leisure；　moving　slowly　because　it　was　rather　hot　and　her　fingers　weren't　as　nimble　as　they　used　to　be。　Then　she　would　rest　for　ten　minutes　or　so；　and　she　would　take　her　knitting　and　walk　slowly　along　towards　the　hotel　and　decide　where　she　would　settle　herself。　On　the　terrace　overlooking　the　sea？　Or　should　she　go　on　to　the　bathing　beach　to　watch　the　bathers　and　the　children？　Usually　it　was　the　latter。　In