Chapter 6 Chapter 6: The Quiet Night

Miss Marple woke up early.Like many elderly people, she can't sleep well and often wakes up in the middle of the night. She uses this moment to plan what she should do the next day or the next few days.Usually, of course, personal or domestic matters of no interest to anyone but herself.But, late that night, Miss Marple lay awake and seriously thinking about the murder; and, if her suspicions were not bad, what she should do.This is no easy task.She had one weapon, and one weapon only—to find someone to talk to. Older people tend to be chatty for the most part.It's annoying, but at least it's not enough to make people suspect that they have some hidden motives.She wasn't asking positive questions anyway. (In fact, she really didn't know what to ask!) She just wanted to get some more details about some people.She had been thinking about these people for a while.

Maybe she could ask some more about Major Balgrave, but would it really help her?In her opinion, no.If Major Belgrave had been murdered.It wouldn't be about keeping some secret in his life, inheriting his fortune, or getting revenge on him.Besides, although he was the victim, the situation was very special. No matter how much we knew about the victim, it might not be helpful to find the murderer.The bane, and she thought it was the only bane, was that Major Balgrave talked too much! She learned a remarkable fact from Dr. Graham.Her wallet contained various photos: one of playing polo, one of trampling a tiger to death.There are one or two photos of the same nature.What, then, was Major Balgrave carrying these photographs about?Miss Marble could tell from her long experience of knowing several commanders, brigadier generals and majors that it was obviously because he had some anecdotes that he liked to tell others.It would probably start with something like: "Once when I was hunting tigers in India, a strange thing happened..." Or talk about his polo playing in a familiar way.Then, wouldn't it be possible to take a photo from the wallet to prove the possible murderer he said?

When he was chatting with her, he used this method. The two talked about the topic of murder. In order to improve the interest of the story, he must have taken out the photo as usual, and said in his mouth: "I can't see it anyway." Could this guy be a murderer?" The thing is that it has become a habit for him.This murder was one of his best anecdotes.As long as murder was mentioned, the major's chatter would never stop. Miss Marple thought to herself: If only this kind of work.He may have told this story to other guests here.Maybe it's not just one person.So, can't she ask that person about the story, and even what the person in the photo looks like?

She nodded with satisfaction.This is finally a start. Of course, she already had what she called the "four suspects" in her heart.But since Major Balgrave was speaking of a man, there were only two.Colonel Hillindon and Mr. Dyson, two very unlikely murderers; however, murderers often do not look like murderers.Will there be others?When she turned her head, she didn't see anyone else.Yes, there is a wooden house over there.The wooden house where Mr. Raifel lives.Could it be that someone came out of the cabin and went in again before she turned her head away?In that case, there is only the manservant who takes care of him.What's his last name?Oh, yes.jackson.Could it be that Jaxon came out of the room?That's the same pose as the guy in the photo.A man comes out of the door.He probably recognized it right away.Before that moment, Major Balgrave would not have looked more than once at Arthur Jackson, a valet.His wandering, curious eyes were nothing short of a snobby--Arthur Jackson was not a man of his stature--and Major Balgrave would not have given him a second glance.

Maybe, until he held the picture in his hand, glanced over Miss Marple's right shoulder, and saw a man coming out of the door...? Miss Marple turned her head on the pillow.I plan in my mind for tomorrow—it should be said today—to further investigate the two couples, Hillindon and Dyson, and the manservant who took care of the old gentleman, Arthur Jaxon. Dr. Graham also woke up very early.Usually, he rolls over and falls asleep again.But today, I feel a little restless, and I can't sleep no matter what.It has been a long time since I felt so restless that it was difficult to fall asleep again.What was it that made him so anxious?He really couldn't figure it out.He could only lie quietly and think about it.It's about—about—well, Major Balgrave.About Major Balgrave.Major Balgrave's death?But he couldn't figure it out, what was there to worry about.Was it something that old lady who spoke like a bird said?It's a shame that she couldn't find that photo.Fortunately, she was quite open to it. Then, what did she say, and what made him feel uneasy?Besides, there was nothing extraordinary about the Major's death.Not at all, at least he thought not at all.

Clearly, in the Major's state of health—he paused at the thought.Did he know all too well about Major Balgrave's health?Everyone said he had high blood pressure.But he himself never spoke of it to the major.In fact, he rarely talked to Major Balgrave at all.Balgrave was an annoying old man, and he was always an old man who avoided talking.How could he have the idea that something might be wrong with this kind of thing?Is it because of the old woman?But she didn't say anything at all, anyway, it's none of his business.Local authorities also thought it was all right.And the bottle of tranquilizers, and the old man must have talked a lot about his high blood pressure.

Dr. Graham turned over on the bed, and soon fell asleep. Outside the hotel courtyard, in a row of cabins built near a creek, the black maid Victoria Johnson turned over and sat up on the bed.This St. Annori girl is a charming beauty, with a shiny body like a block of black marble, which should be the favorite of sculptors. She ran her fingers through her thick and curly hair and stretched out her hands. Pushed against the ribs of her bedside man. "Wake up, man." The man turned around with a grunt. "What are you doing? It's not yet dawn." "Wake up, dead man. I want to talk to you."

The man sat up, stretched his waist, and grinned his wide mouth with neat white teeth. "What's on your mind, woman?" "The dead major. I don't think so. There's something wrong." "Oh, why are you bothering him? He is old. Dead." "Listen to me, man. It's the pills. The doctor asked about my pills." "What happened to the pills? He probably took too much." "No, it's not that. Listen to me." She leaned close to him and talked for a long time.He yawned and lay down again. "Nothing, what are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm going to tell Mr. Kendall early in the morning. I don't know what's wrong with the matter. "Just mind your own business." Although there is no official matchmaker, he is recognized by this girl as her current husband. "Don't give us Let's make trouble. ' he said, turning over and yawning again.