Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Ending

"That old lady gives me the chills," McNair said to Lloyd after saying goodbye to Marple. "She was so kind—and so ruthless," Lloyd said. Winstead helped Marble, walked to his car, then turned his head and said the last few words. "What do you think of her, Edmund?" "The most terrifying woman I've ever met," he said. "Ruthless?" Winstead asked. "No, no, I don't mean that. But, uh, she's a strong lady." "The Goddess of Vengeance." Winstead said thoughtfully. "Those two ladies," said another, "are the two female security guards who took care of her. They gave a wonderful description of what she did that night. They easily entered the manor and hid in the One small room downstairs, wait until everyone goes upstairs. Then one goes into the bedroom and hides in the closet. The other stays outside the room to watch. The one in the bedroom said when she opened the closet door and walked out, this The old lady, with a pink fluffy scarf around her neck, was sitting on the bed with a blank face, chattering non-stop. Like an elderly female teacher. They said, she did this, It just took them by surprise."

"A pink fleece scarf around my neck," said Winstead. "Yes, I do remember—" "What do you remember?" "Old Mr. Raphael. He used to tell me about her with a big laugh. He said there was one thing he never forgot. It was the funniest, flustered old lady he'd ever seen, in the West Indies, strode into his bedroom with a pink fluffy scarf around his neck and told him to get up immediately and do something to stop a murder. He said: What the hell are you doing? She said: She's the Nemesis. He said: It's a wonderful scene, I like the tone." Winstead said with a smile: "He appreciates the tone."

"Mitchell," Winstead said, "let me introduce you to Miss Marple. She has put in so much effort for you." The thirty-two-year-old young man looked suspiciously at the gray-haired, not-so-strong old lady. "Oh," he said, "I've heard that. I'm very, very grateful to you." He looked at Winstead. "Is it true that they decided to let me go?" "Yes, it will be released, and you will be a free man." "Oh," Mitchell looked confused. "I think they're going through those release procedures," Marble said earnestly.

She looked at him, as if recalling what happened more than ten years ago.Mitchell is still very attractive, although he seems nervous.However, he has had very moving days.During that time, he was happy and charming.Although it is lost now.But after a while, maybe it will recover.Very thin lips, attractive eyes, looking straight at you.It may be very helpful for telling a lie.will teach you to believe.Who do you look like?For a moment she was immersed in the memories of the past.It must be Jura Robinson.At that time, he had a good job at the Cobbney Company.He was a baritone in the chorus, and he had a sweet voice, the kind of guy girls liked.

"Oh," said Mitchell, "you're very kind, and I'm sure you must have had a lot of trouble." "I'm very happy," said Mabel. "Well, I'm so glad to see you. I hope you have a bright future. Our circumstances may be a bit harsh at the moment, but you can probably find a job and do a good job." happy." "Yes, thank you. Thank you very much. I—I really don't know how to thank you." His tone of voice still seemed unsteady. "You don't need to thank me," Marble said, "you have to thank your father."

"Father? He probably doesn't care about me so much." "When your father died, he was determined to give you legal justice and a fair sentence." "Just and fair judgment," Mitchell mused. "Yes, your father believes that justice and fair judgment are the most important thing. He has always been a very just and fair man himself. In his letters to me, he once quoted a passage to instruct me: 'Let justice be as It flows like flowing water, and justice lasts like a green hill.'" "Oh, is it Shakespeare's poem? What does it mean?"

"No, it's from the Bible. Everyone knows it." Marble unwrapped the package she had brought. "They gave this to me," she said, "and they thought that with my help they found out the truth and that perhaps I should keep it. But I thought you were the one who was really entitled to keep it. Perhaps you didn't want to keep it—" She handed him the picture of Vinidae, the one Claude had shown her in the drawing room of the old estate. He held it in his hand and watched intently.Suddenly his face changed, his wrinkles loosened and then tightened again.Marble stared at him silently.After a while of silence, Winstead was watching at the same time, the two of them, Marble and Mitchell.

He suddenly thought, this is a critical moment, a moment that may affect the whole new life. Mitchell sighed, stretched out his hand, and handed the photo back to Marble. "Yes, you're right, I don't want to keep it. The past is all over. She's gone, I can't have her anymore. Now all I can do is pick myself up and move on. You—" He Hesitating, looking at her: "You understand, don't you?" "Yes, I understand. I was thinking, you're right. Good luck, it's time for you to start living your life again." He said goodbye and walked out.

"Well, he's not a very enthusiastic young man. He should be very grateful to you for what you've done for him," said Winstead. "Oh, don't be so polite," Marble said. "I don't want him to do that. It would make it harder for him. You know, when a man needs to start his life anew and see everything from a different angle, And doing everything, it's very difficult. I'm thinking, he might have achieved something. He's not a vicious person, that's the most important thing. I totally understand why that girl loves him so much it's—"

"Well, maybe this time, he's on the right track." "Who knows for sure?" Marble said. "I don't know if he has the ability to help and control himself, unless—but above all, I hope he will meet another girl who is suitable for him." "What I like about you," said Winstead, "is your pleasantly realistic ideas." "She'll be here soon," Brony said to Chistle. "Yeah, what do you think of the whole thing being unexpected?" "I couldn't believe it at first," Brony said. "You know, when poor old Raphael was dying, I thought, he's old and he's playing tricks on us." The bell rang.Dashto picked up the phone.

"Oh, she's coming, isn't she? Let her in," he said. "That's the queerest thing I've ever heard in my life, to have an old lady go out into the country and keep busy asking about her." Things that I don’t understand. You know, the police believe that the woman’s suicide was not just one murder, but three. As the old lady said, Venida’s body was buried in the soil in the garden. Under the pier. She was not strangled and her head and face were not mutilated." "I'm wondering, this is an old lady, she can come back safely by herself." Brony said, "She's too old to take care of herself." "It seems that there are two female detectives protecting her." "What, two female detectives?" "Yeah, that's what I heard." Marble was led to their office. "Congratulations, Miss Marple," Brony said, rising to meet her. "Great, you've done a great job!" said Chisto, shaking her hand. Marble sat calmly on the other side of the desk. "I told you in my letter," she said, "that I have completed the task that Raphael gave me. I think I have finally done it by luck." "Yes, I know. We've heard. Yes, you've done a great job! We congratulate you, Miss Marple." "At first I feared," said Mabel, "that it would not be possible. It seemed so difficult, almost impossible." "Yes! Indeed it is. It seems quite impossible to me. I don't know how you do it, Miss Marple." "Oh," said Marble, "that's what the Bible says: Perseverance and grace. Is it? Turn things around?" "Now comes the money that's on our side. We're at your disposal. Do you want us to deposit it into your bank account? Or do you want the money to be invested? It's a huge sum. money." "A total of twenty thousand pounds." Marble said, "Yes, it is indeed a large sum of money." "If you want us to introduce our brokers, they can tell you some investment practices." "Ah, I don't want to make any investments." "Of course it's going to—" "At my age, there is no need to save any more money," Mabel said. "I believe that Mr. Raphael also hopes that I can use this money to enjoy myself. Not many people have this opportunity. Have fun in life!" "Well, I see what you mean." Brony said, "So you want us to deposit this money into your bank account?" "Into my account at Middleton Bank, 132 High Street, St Mary Mead, please," said Marple. "Into your fixed deposit account, I suppose?" "No," she said, "put it in my checking account!" "You don't think—" "I insist," said Marble, "into my checking account, please!" He stood up and shook hands. "If in doubt, you can ask your bank manager. People are always in need!" She shook hands with them both again. "Thank you so much. You are so kind to me and give me the news I need." "Are you really going to deposit this money into your checking account?" "Yes," said Mabel, "I want to use the money for some pleasure in life." She went to the door, looked back, and laughed.At this moment, Kisto had a vague impression: A pretty young girl was shaking hands with the vicar of the parish at a garden ball in the country.In a moment he realized that this was a recollection of his own youth.But for a moment, Miss Marple reminded him that that special girl was going to enjoy the pleasures of her own life. "Mr. Raphael will praise my actions." Mabel said. She walked out. "The Nemesis," Brony said. "That's what Rafael calls her. I've never seen anyone look so much like a Nemesis, and you?" Dashto shook his head. "This must be another little joke of old Mr. Raphael's," Brony said.