Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Death Occurs in the Hotel

As usual, Miss Marple ordered breakfast to be brought to bed.A hard-boiled egg and a piece of local fruit called "paw paw". Miss Marple thought the fruit on the island really dull.It seems that there is only "claw claw". It would be great if I could eat an apple, but I don't seem to have heard of apples here. She's been here a week now, and she's resisting the urge to ask what the weather is like.The weather is always the same—sunny.Nothing refreshing has changed. "A day in the magnificent climate of England," she murmured softly, whether someone said it or made it up herself.

Of course, she didn't know that there were hurricanes on this island.But in Miss Marple's sense of the word, a hurricane is not the weather.That should be the sound of God.It was also raining here. It went up and down for only five minutes, and suddenly it disappeared again.Every plant and tree, and people, are all drenched in the same way.But within five minutes it was all done again. The black West Indian woman said good morning with a smile on her face as she placed the tray on Miss Marple's lap.Such a beautiful set of white teeth, such an indescribable joy.The girls here are so kind by nature, but it's a pity that they are so opposed to marriage.Gannon Prescott was worried, saying that many people came to him for baptisms, but no one came to him to officiate the wedding.

Miss Marple was deciding what to do with the day as she ate her breakfast.In fact, there is nothing to decide.Anyway, she got up when she liked to get up, and the weather was hot, so she moved slowly, but fortunately, her fingers were not as numb as before.Then, rest for ten minutes, pick up the knitting wool, go to the main hall of the hotel, find a good place to sit down.Sea view from the balcony?Or go to the beach to see adults sunbathing and children playing?Usually she would rather watch the children play.After taking a nap in the afternoon, I went out for a drive in the car.Anyway, those are the pastimes.

She told herself that today would be the same as usual. However, it is indeed different. After Miss Marple had arranged her schedule for the day, she met Molly Kendall on her way slowly along the path to the hotel.This young woman, who is always full of joy, doesn't even have a smile on her face today.Miss Marple couldn't help asking at once, with such rare sorrow, "What's the matter, my dear?" Molly nodded.After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Well, anyway, you have to know—every guest must know sooner or later, it's Major Balgrave. He's dead." "died?"

"Yes, died last night." "Oh, my God, that's terrible." "Yeah, it's really upsetting to die here. Everyone's upset. Of course, he was old enough. " "He looked fine and happy yesterday," said Miss Marple, disapproving of the assumption that such a person could die at any time as soon as he got old. "He seems to be in pretty good health," she added. "He has high blood pressure," Molly said. "But there's always medicine to take these days--pills and such. The achievements of science are astonishing."

"Yes, that's true, but maybe he forgot to take his medicine, or overdosed. You know, like insulin and stuff like that. " Miss Marple thinks that diabetes and high blood pressure should not be confused."What did the doctor say?" she asked. "Oh, Dr. Graham lives in our hotel. He should be considered retired. He checked it out. Of course, the local responsible person also came to issue a death certificate. There is nothing wrong with business affairs. Those with high blood pressure That's what happens to people, especially when they drink too much, and Major Balgrave isn't very restrained in that respect. Last night, for example."

"Yes, I noticed that too," said Miss Marple. "He probably forgot to take his medicine. The old man's life is bad too, but people don't live forever, do they? But, it's really bothering me and Tim. Some people might think we're here What's wrong with diet?" "But the symptoms of food poisoning and high blood pressure should be different, right?" "That's right. But people's mouths are easy to convey. If a guest feels that the food is not good, he leaves the restaurant and tells his friends." "Don't worry so much," said Miss Marple comfortingly. "As you said, Major Balgrave is at an age—he should be over seventy at least—and he's going to die at any moment. I'll take it as a normal thing. It's sad, but I don't take it too seriously."

"It's just," said Molly angrily, "that it happened so suddenly." Indeed, it was quite sudden, and Marple walked slowly, feeling so uncertain in his mind. He had talked and laughed with Hillingdon and the Dysons last night in high spirits. The two couples Hillingdon and Dyson... Miss Marple walked more slowly.Later, I simply stopped, didn't go to the beach at all, and sat down in a shady corner on the balcony.She took out the yarn, and the needles seemed to be chasing her thoughts faster and faster.She couldn't feel relieved, something was wrong.The timing of the post was too coincidental.

She was thinking about everything that happened yesterday. Major Balgrave and the stories he told... Everything is so common that you really don't have to pay attention to it.Perhaps it would have been better if she had paid a little more attention. Kenya—he talked about Kenya, and then about India—the Northwest Front thing—then—somehow, they brought up the murder thing again.But even at that moment, she never really listened... There was a very sensational case here, which was published in the newspapers for a long time. Then—as he bent over to pick up the ball of yarn for her—he started talking about a photograph again.A picture of a murderer - he said so himself.

Miss Marple closed her eyes and tried to think about the story he was telling. That's a messy story--someone told him at his club--or someone else's--by a doctor--and another doctor told the doctor-- One of the doctors took a picture of someone walking out the front door—and that person was a murderer. Yes, that was it—the details of the holiday were coming back to her mind now. He wanted to show her the picture.He took out his wallet and rummaged in it—still talking. As he spoke, he looked up - it wasn't her - it was the person behind her - it should be the person behind her right shoulder.He suddenly stopped talking, and his face became purple and purple.With trembling hands, he hastily stuffed everything back into his wallet, and unnaturally picked up the ivory again!

After a while, the four of Hillinden and Dyson appeared beside them... That's when she turned her head to the back right to look...and saw no one. On the left, not far from the hotel, there is Tim Kendall and his wife standing there, and behind them there is a family of Venezuelans.But Major Balgrave was not looking in that direction... Miss Marple meditated in this way until lunchtime. After lunch, she didn't go out for a drive in the car either. She asked someone to tell her that she was not feeling well, and asked if Dr. Graham could come and see her.