Nemesis - Agatha Christie [7]
Miss Marple made the necessary responses and sat placidly awaiting the opening of preliminaries to the meeting.
‘You will be wondering what all this is about,’ said Mr Broadribb, shifting a few papers in front of him and giving her a suitable smile. ‘You’ve heard, no doubt, of Mr Rafiel’s death, or perhaps you saw it in the paper.’
‘I saw it in the paper,’ said Miss Marple.
‘He was, I understand, a friend of yours.’
‘I met him first just over a year ago,’ said Miss Marple. ‘In the West Indies,’ she added.
‘Ah. I remember. He went out there, I believe, for his health. It did him some good, perhaps, but he was already a very ill man, badly crippled, as you know.’
‘Yes,’ said Miss Marple.
‘You knew him well?’
‘No,’ said Miss Marple, ‘I would not say that. We were fellow visitors in a hotel. We had occasional conversations. I never saw him again after my return to England. I live very quietly in the country, you see, and I gather that he was completely absorbed in business.’
‘He continued transacting business right up — well, I could almost say right up to the day of his death,’ said Mr Broadribb. ‘A very fine financial brain.’
‘I am sure that was so,’ said Miss Marple. ‘I realized quite soon that he was a — well, a very remarkable character altogether.’
‘I don’t know if you have any idea — whether you’ve been given any idea at some time by Mr Rafiel — as to what this proposition is that I have been instructed to put up to you?’
‘I cannot imagine,’ said Miss Marple, ‘what possible kind of proposition Mr Rafiel might have wanted to put up to me. It seems most unlikely.’
‘He had a very high opinion of you.’
‘That is kind of him, but hardly justified,’ said Miss Marple. ‘I am a very simple person.’
‘As you no doubt realize, he died a very rich man. The provisions of his Will are on the whole fairly simple. He had already made dispositions of his fortune some time before his death. Trusts and other beneficiary arrangements.’
‘That is, I believe, very usual procedure nowadays,’ said Miss Marple, ‘though I am not at all cognizant of financial matters myself.’
‘The purpose of this appointment,’ said Mr Broadribb, ‘is that I am instructed to tell you that a sum of money has been laid aside to become yours absolutely at the end of one year, but conditional on your accepting a certain proposition, with which I am to make you acquainted.’
He took from the table in front of him a long envelope. It was sealed. He passed it across the table to her.
‘It would be better, I think, that you should read for yourself of what this consists. There is no hurry. Take your time.’
Miss Marple took her time. She availed herself of a small paper knife which Mr Broadribb handed to her, slit up the envelope, took out the enclosure, one sheet of typewriting, and read it. She folded it up again, then re-read it and looked at Mr Broadribb.
‘This is hardly very definite. Is there no more definite elucidation of any kind?’
‘Not so far as I am concerned. I was to hand you this, and tell you the amount of the legacy. The sum in question is twenty thousand pounds free of legacy duty.’
Miss Marple sat looking at him. Surprise had rendered her speechless. Mr Broadribb said no more for the moment. He was watching her closely. There was no doubt of her surprise. It was obviously the last thing Miss Marple had expected to hear. Mr Broadribb wondered what her first words would be. She looked at him with the directness, the severity that one of his own aunts might have done. When she spoke it was almost accusingly.
‘That is a very large sum of money,’ said Miss Marple.
‘Not quite so large as it used to be,’ said Mr Broadribb (and just restrained himself from saying, ‘Mere chicken feed nowadays’).
‘I must admit,’ said Miss Marple, ‘that I am amazed. Frankly, quite amazed.’
She picked up the document