Nemesis - Agatha Christie [13]
Miss Marple lost herself in a train of thought that arose from her thoughts. It was quite possible that her actions in the Caribbean had saved Esther Walters from being murdered in the not far distant future. At any rate, that was Miss Marple’s belief, but probably Esther Walters had not believed any such thing. ‘A nice woman,’ said Miss Marple, uttering the words in a soft tone aloud, ‘a very nice woman. The kind that would so easily marry a bad lot. In fact, the sort of woman that would marry a murderer if she were ever given half a chance. I still consider,’ continued Miss Marple thoughtfully, sinking her voice still lower, ‘that I probably saved her life. In fact, I am almost sure of it, but I don’t think she would agree with that point of view. She probably dislikes me very much. Which makes it more difficult to use her as a source of information. Still, one can but try. It’s better than sitting here, waiting, waiting, waiting.’
Was Mr Rafiel perhaps making fun of her when he had written that letter? He was not always a particularly kindly man — he could be very careless of people’s feelings.
‘Anyway,’ said Miss Marple, glancing at the clock and deciding that she would have an early night in bed, ‘when one thinks of things just before going to sleep, quite often ideas come. It may work out that way.’
V
‘Sleep well?’ asked Cherry, as she put down an early morning tea tray on the table at Miss Marple’s elbow.
‘I had a curious dream,’ said Miss Marple.
‘Nightmare?’
‘No, no, nothing of that kind. I was talking to someone, not anyone I knew very well. Just talking. Then when I looked, I saw it wasn’t that person at all I was talking to. It was somebody else. Very odd.’
‘Bit of a mix up,’ said Cherry, helpfully.
‘It just reminded me of something,’ said Miss Marple, ‘or rather of someone I once knew. Order Inch for me, will you? To come here about half past eleven.’
Inch was part of Miss Marple’s past. Originally the proprietor of a cab, Mr Inch had died, been succeeded by his son ‘Young Inch,’ then aged forty-four, who had turned the family business into a garage and acquired two aged cars. On his decease the garage acquired a new owner. There had been since then Pip’s Cars, James’s Taxis and Arthur’s Car Hire — old inhabitants still spoke of Inch.
‘Not going to London, are you?’
‘No, I’m not going to London. I shall have lunch perhaps in Haslemere.’
‘Now what are you up to now?’ said Cherry, looking at her suspiciously.
‘Endeavouring to meet someone by accident and make it seem purely natural,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Not really very easy, but I hope that I can manage it.’
At half past eleven the taxi waited. Miss Marple instructed Cherry.
‘Ring up this number, will you, Cherry? Ask if Mrs Anderson is at home. If Mrs Anderson answers or if she is going to come to the telephone, say a Mr Broadribb wants to speak to her. You,’ said Miss Marple, ‘are Mr Broadribb’s secretary. If she’s out, find out what time she will be in.’
‘And if she is in and I get her?’
‘Ask what day she could arrange to meet Mr Broadribb at his office in London next week. When she tells you, make a note of it and ring off.’
‘The things you think of! Why all this? Why do you want me to do it?’
‘Memory is a curious thing,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Sometimes one remembers a voice even if one hasn’t heard it for over a year.’
‘Well, Mrs What’s-a-name won’t have heard mine at any time, will she?’
‘No,’ said Miss Marple. ‘That is why you are making the call.’
Cherry fulfilled her instruction. Mrs Anderson was out shopping, she learned, but would be in for lunch and all the afternoon.
‘Well, that makes things easier,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Is Inch here? Ah yes. Good morning, Edward,’ she said, to the present driver of Arthur’s taxis whose actual name was George. ‘Now this is where I want you to go. It ought not to take, I think, more than an hour and a half.’
The expedition set off.
Chapter 4
Esther Walters