“Take all this business about Kenya,” said Major Palgrave.
“Lots of chaps gabbing away who know nothing about the place! Now I spent fourteen years of my life there. Some of the best years of my life, too—”
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Saturday, November 15, 2014
Chapter 2.Miss Marple makes comparisons
Posted by Unknown on 9:04 PM
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It was very gay that evening at the Golden Palm Hotel.
Seated at her little corner table, Miss Marple looked round her in an interested fashion. The dining room was a large room open on three sides to the soft warm scented air of the West Indies.
Chapter 3.A death in the hotel
Posted by Unknown on 9:03 PM
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 now—but apples seemed to be unknown.
Chapter 4.Miss Marple seeks medical attention
Posted by Unknown on 9:02 PM
Dr. Graham was a kindly elderly man of about sixty-five. He had practised in the West Indies for many years, but was now semi-retired, and left most of his work to his West Indian partners.
Chapter 5.Miss Marple makes a decision
Posted by Unknown on 9:00 PM
The funeral service was said over the body of the late Major Palgrave on the following day. Miss Marple attended in company with Miss Prescott. The Canon read the service—after that life went on as usual.
Chapter 6.In the small hours
Posted by Unknown on 8:59 PM
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Miss Marple woke early. Like many old people she slept lightly and had periods of wakefulness which she used for the planning of some action or actions to be carried out on the next or following days.
Chapter 7.Morning on the beach
Posted by Unknown on 8:58 PM
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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.
Chapter 8.A talk with Esther Walters
Posted by Unknown on 8:56 PM
“This place isn’t what it used to be,” said Mr. Rafiel, irritably, as he observed Miss Marple approaching the spot where he and his secretary were sitting. “Can’t move a step without some old hen getting under your feet. What do old ladies want to come to the West Indies for?”
Chapter 9.Miss Prescott and others
Posted by Unknown on 8:54 PM
“The story I heard,” began Miss Prescott, lowering her voice, and looking carefully around.
Miss Marple drew her chair a little closer. It had been some time before she had been able to get together with Miss Prescott for a heart-to-heart chat.
Chapter 10.A decision in Jamestown
Posted by Unknown on 8:53 PM
Dr. Graham was in Jamestown, in the Administrator’s office, sitting at a table opposite his friend Daventry, a grave young man of thirty-five.
Chapter 11.Evening at the golden palm
Posted by Unknown on 8:51 PM
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Molly rearranged a few of the table decorations in the dining room, removed an extra knife, straightened a fork, reset a glass or two, stood back to look at the effect and then walked out on to the terrace outside.
Chapter 12.Old sins cast long shadows
Posted by Unknown on 8:50 PM
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“I think as I am on to something, man.”
“What’s that you say, Victoria?”
“I think I’m on to something. It may mean money. Big money.”
“Now look, girl, you be careful, you’ll not tangle yourself up in something. Maybe I’d better tackle what it is.”
Chapter 13.Exit Victoria Johnson
Posted by Unknown on 8:48 PM
The evening was drawing to a close. The steel band was at last relaxing its efforts. Tim stood by the dining room looking over the terrace. He extinguished a few lights on tables that had been vacated.
Chapter 14.Inquiry
Posted by Unknown on 8:47 PM
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Molly lay on her bed. Dr. Graham and Dr. Robertson, the West Indian police doctor, stood on one side—Tim on the other. Robertson had his hand on Molly’s pulse—He nodded to the man at the foot of the bed, a slender dark man in police uniform, Inspector Weston of the St. Honoré Police Force.
Chapter 15.Inquiry continued
Posted by Unknown on 8:45 PM
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“Can we have a word with you, Mr. Kendal?”
“Of course.” Tim looked up from his desk. He pushed some papers aside and indicated chairs. His face was drawn and miserable. “How are you getting on? Got any forwarder? There seems to be a doom in this place.
Chapter 16.Miss Marple seeks assistance
Posted by Unknown on 8:44 PM
If anybody had been there to observe the gentle-looking elderly lady who stood meditatively on the loggia outside her bungalow, they would have thought she had nothing more on her mind than deliberation on how to arrange her time that day—An expedition, perhaps, to Castle Cliff—a visit to Jamestown—a nice drive and lunch at Pelican Point—or just a quiet morning on the beach—
Chapter 17.Mr. Rafiel takes charge
Posted by Unknown on 8:25 PM
“I don’t know,” said Miss Marple.
“What do you mean? What have we been talking about for the last twenty minutes?”
Chapter 18.Without benefit of clergy
Posted by Unknown on 8:24 PM
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The beach was rather empty this morning. Greg was splashing in the water in his usual noisy style, Lucky was lying on her face on the beach with a sun-tanned back well oiled and her blonde hair splayed over her shoulders.
Chapter 19.Uses of a shoe
Posted by Unknown on 8:14 PM
Canon Prescott came back from the water’s edge slightly short of breath (playing with children is always exhausting).Presently he and his sister went back to the hotel, finding the beach a little too hot.
Chapter 20.Night alarm
Posted by Unknown on 8:10 PM
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Evening came—The lights came up on the terrace—People dined and talked and laughed, albeit less loudly and merrily than they had a day or two ago—The steel band played.
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Chapter 1.Major palgrave tells a story