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25. When Inspector Neil came downstairs, Inspector Hay whispered conspiringly: "Sir, the talkative old woman is looking for you. She seems to have a lot to say to you." "Bastard!" said Inspector Neal. Sergeant Hay said, "Yes, sir," without moving a muscle in his face. He was about to walk away when Neal called him back. "Hai Yi, look up these excerpts that Ms. Dou Fu gave us, especially the part related to her previous work and environment, look it up—by the way, I want to know one or two other things. Prepare the investigation items, okay?" He wrote a few lines on a piece of paper and handed it to Sergeant Hay, who said:

"Sir, I'll check right away." Inspector Neil passed the library, and when he heard the humming of people, he took a look inside.Regardless of whether Miss Marple was looking for him just now, she was concentrating on talking to Mrs. Percival Fortescuder, and the knitting needle in her hand was busy clicking.Inspector Neil heard half a sentence: "...I've always believed that nursing requires talent. It's a very noble job." Inspector Neil backed away quietly.He thought Miss Marple noticed him, but she ignored his presence. She went on in a soft voice: "I had a broken wrist once and I was looked after by a charming nurse. Then she took care of Mrs. Sparelow's son, who was a very good young officer in the Navy. Beautiful love story, really. Yes, and then they got engaged.

I think it's really romantic.They got married, lived happily ever after, and had two lovely children. Miss Marple sighed affectionately. "Pneumonia, you know." Pneumonia is all about nursing, right? " Jennifer Fortescu said: "Oh yes, pneumonia is almost all about nursing. Of course, now that 'M and B' medicines are amazing, pneumonia doesn't need to be fought for a long time anymore. " Miss Marple said, "Son, I'm sure you'll be a very good nurse. Is that how your relationship started?I mean, you came over here to see Master Nurpercival Fortescue, didn't you? "

Jennifer said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah — that's how it happened." Her tone was not very excited, but Miss Marple didn't seem to notice. "I understand. Of course we shouldn't listen to servants gossip, but I'm afraid an old woman like me wants to hear about people's affairs. What did I say? Oh, yes. There was another nurse at first, wasn't there? She Sent away—it seems. Careless, I believe." Jennifer said, "I don't think it was an accident. It seems like her father or someone was very ill, so I came to replace her." Miss Marple said, "I see. So you fall in love, that's all. Yes, that's nice, that's nice."

Jennifer Fortescu said, "I'm not sure. I've often wished"—her voice trembled—"I've often wished I could go back to the ward again." "Yes, yes, I understand. You are passionate about your profession." "Not necessarily at the time, but looking back on it now—you know, life is really monotonous, with nothing to do all day long, and Val is completely focused on his career." Miss Marple shook her head. "Gentlemen now have to work hard. No matter how much money they have, there seems to be no leisure," she said. "Yeah, it makes my wife so lonely and boring sometimes. I often wish I wasn't here. Oh, never mind, I shouldn't be doing that."

"Son, what not to do?" "I shouldn't have married Val. Oh, forget it—" She sighed suddenly. "Let's not talk anymore." Miss Marple obediently changed to the new dresses that were in fashion in Paris. Miss Marble knocked on the study door, and Inspector Neil called her in. She said, "Thank you for not interrupting. You know, I want to confirm one or two small points." She said in a reproachful tone: "We actually just now It's not over." Inspector Neil smiled charmingly. "Miss Marple, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I was quite rude just now. I invited you to discuss it, but you talked all by yourself."

Miss Marple said immediately, "Oh, never mind. You know, I wasn't ready to show all my cards. I mean, I don't want to accuse anybody unless I'm 100 percent sure. Of course it's In my mind, now I'm sure." "What are you sure about, Miss Marple?" "Well, sure who killed Mr. Fortescue. I mean, you talk to me about the marmalade and the problem is solved. I mean figure out what happened and who did it, and it's not beyond mental capacity scope." Inspector Neil blinked. Sensing his reaction, Miss Marple said, "I'm sorry, but sometimes it's hard for me to speak clearly."

"Miss Marple, I'm not quite sure what we're discussing." Miss Marple said: "Well, maybe we'd better go back to the beginning--I mean, if you have time. I want to make my point. You know, I've had a lot of conversations with people, and Miss Lambsburton talked, talked to Mrs. Crump, talked to her husband. Of course, he lied, but that's all right, as long as you know liars lie, the result is the same. But I want to get the phone and nylon stockings straightened out." Inspector Neil blinked again, unable to understand why he was fooled into thinking that Miss Marple was a good colleague with a clear mind.But he thought to himself: no matter how confused her head was, she might still pick up some useful information.Inspector Neil's success in the case was all the result of attentive listening.Now he was ready to listen.

He said, "Please tell me everything, Miss Marple, but can you start at the beginning?" Miss Marple said: "Yes, of course, it started with Gretty. I mean, I'm here because of Gretty. You kindly let me look through all her things. With that, plus the nylon The stockings and the telephone, and so on, and the case is clear. I mean Mr. Fortescue and 'Tacine'." Inspector Neal asked, "You have some insight? Guess who put the Tacien in Mr. Fortescue's marmalade?" "I'm not guessing," said Miss Marple, "I'm sure." Inspector Neil blinked a third time.Miss Marple said, "Glady, of course."