Chapter 29 first quarter

For a while, I couldn't fully explain what happened in the next 24 hours, because many unrelated things happened during the day. I remember Joanna coming back pale and tired, and when I tried to cheer her up, all she said was: "Who wants to be a guardian angel now?" I said her smile was so pitiful, she said: "He said he didn't need me, Jerry, he was so proud and strong." I said, "My girlfriend doesn't want me either." We sat in silence for a while, and finally Joanna said, "Anyway, the Burtons are all gone now." I said, "It's all right, honey, we still have each other!" Joanna said, "Somehow, Jerry, that doesn't give me much comfort now..."

The next day, Owen came and praised Joanna very enthusiastically, saying she was so kind and amazing!She was so willing to throw herself into his arms, so willing to marry him--right away, if he pleased.But he couldn't let her do that.No, she's too good to be associated with what's going on in the papers right away. I liked Joanna very much and knew she was a woman who could share weal and woe, but I was tired of all these appearances, so I angrily told Owen that there was no need to be so fucking noble. I went out onto the street and noticed that everyone was gushing on and on.Emily Barton says she never really trusted Amy Griffey.The grocer's wife told others with relish that she had always thought there was a strange look in Miss Griffey's eyes—

Nash told me that they had long suspected Amy.From her house, I found the severed part of Emily Barton's book - hidden in a small cabinet under the stairs, wrapped in an old wallpaper. "It's such a good place," Nash said appreciatively. "No one knows when the servants will rummage through your drawers, but unless you need to stuff more things in, no one will touch those stuffed with last year's tennis balls." and a small cabinet with old wallpaper." "This lady seems interested in this particular place," I said. "Yeah, perpetrators don't usually have much change in their minds. We've got a little fact to tell when it comes to that dead girl. There's a big medicine pestle missing from the doctor's office, and I bet she was killed by that thing." Knocked out."

"But I'm afraid it's not easy to carry." I objected. "Miss Griffey didn't think so. She was going to a fellowship that afternoon, and she wanted to send flowers and vegetables to the Red Cross, so she brought a big basket with her." "You didn't find the skewer?" "No, maybe never. That poor devil may be crazy, but not so crazy that she leaves a bloody skewer, we can find evidence anytime, she just needs to be cleaned and put back in the kitchen drawer gone." I agree with him. The pastor's were the last to hear the news, and old Miss Marple was obviously very disappointed, and she kindly talked to me about it...

"It's not true Mr. Burton, I don't believe it is." "I'm afraid it's true, you know, that they've been waiting, and saw her type that letter 'with their own eyes'." "Yes, yes—they may have seen, 'This' I can understand." "The parts cut from the book were also found in her home." Miss Marple stared at me, and then said in a low voice, "But that's terrible--it's really wicked." Mrs. Cassop came in and joined the conversation, asking, "What's the matter, Jane." Marble whispered helplessly, "Oh dear, oh dear, what are we going to do?"

"What are you worried about, Jane." "There must be something I don't know," said Miss Marple, "but I'm old and ignorant, and I'm afraid I'm stupid." I felt a little embarrassed, but luckily Mrs. Cathorpe took her friend away. I saw Miss Marple again that afternoon, on my way home. She was standing by the bridge at the end of the village, near Mrs. Gollitt's cottage. To my surprise, she was talking to Meghan. I've been looking forward to seeing Meghan all day, so I quicken my pace.But when I walked up to them, Megan turned around and walked away.

I felt very angry and tried to follow, but Miss Marple blocked me. "I have something to tell you," she said, "don't go after Meghan now, it won't do any good." I was about to answer Jin out loud when she let go of my hand and said, "That girl has courage—very courage." I still wanted to go after Meghan, but Miss Marple said, "Don't go see her now, I can't be wrong, she must keep her courage." The old lady's assurance seemed to give me some kind of encouragement. I seemed to feel that she knew something I didn't know. I'm a little scared, but I don't know what to be afraid of.

I didn't go home, just wandered aimlessly on the street.I don't know what I'm waiting for, and I don't know what I'm thinking... Unfortunately I was caught by that dreadful Colonel Appobie, who greeted my beautiful sister as usual, and then said: "That Griffey's sister is crazy. What's going on? They say she's the sender of the anonymous letter, don't they? I don't believe it at all, but everyone says it's true." I said that was absolutely true. "Oh, oh - our police are not weak, just give them time, yes, just give them time. This anonymous letter thing is ridiculous - always one of those skinny old women who do it - - But this woman named Griffey has a little bit of teeth, but she is not too ugly. After all, there are not many girls who look pleasing to the eye in this place except for the female teacher of the Simmington family. She's worth looking at, and she's a lovely girl who appreciates a little thing for her."

"Not too long ago, I saw her take those two kids out for a picnic, and they were running around screaming, and she was knitting, and she wasn't too happy because she ran out of thread. I said, 'Shall I take you? To Lynstack? I was just going to run some errands over there, ten minutes is enough, and then I can send you back." She was a little nervous about leaving the children, and I said: "It will be all right, who will hurt them What?' So she gave me a ride to buy some wool, and then let me take her back. It was just a little thing, but she kept thanking me, and she was a nice girl."

It was then that I saw Miss Marple for the third time, coming out of the police station.