"You know," said Mrs Bantry, "I can't help feeling glad they've taken the body away.
It's not nice to have a body in one's house."
Miss Marple nodded. "I know, dear. I know just how you feel."
"You can't," said Mrs Bantry. "Not until you've had one.
I know you had one next door once, but that's not the same thing.
I only hope," she went on - "that Arthur won't take a dislike to the library.
We sit there so much.
What are you doing, Jane?" For Miss Marple, with a glance at her watch, was rising to her feet.
"Well, I was thinking I'd go home, if there's nothing more I can do for you."
"Don't go yet," said Mrs Bantry.
"The fingerprint men and the photographers and most of the police have gone, I know, but I still feel something might happen.
You don't want to miss anything."
The telephone rang and she went off to answer. She returned with a beaming face.
"I told you more things would happen.
That was Colonel Melchett. He's bringing the poor girl's cousin along."
"I wonder why?" said Miss Marple.
"Oh, I suppose to see where it happened, and all that."
"More than that, I expect," said Miss Marple.
"What do you mean, Jane?"
"Well, I think, perhaps, he might want her to meet Colonel Bantry."
Mrs Bantry said sharply, "To see if she recognizes him?
I suppose oh, yes, I suppose they're bound to suspect Arthur." "I'm afraid so." "As though Arthur could have anything to do with it!"
Miss Marple was silent. Mrs Bantry turned on her accusingly.
"And don't tell me about some frightful old man who kept his housemaid, Arthur isn't like that."
"No, no, of course not"
"No, but he really isn't.
He's just, sometimes, a little bit silly about pretty girls who come to tennis. You know, rather famous and avuncular.
There's no harm in it.
And why shouldn't he?
After all," finished Mrs Bantry rather obscurely, "I've got the garden."
Miss Marple smiled. "You must not worry Dolly," she said.
"No, I don't mean to.
But all the same I do, a little.
So does Arthur.
It's upset him. All these policemen looking about.
He's gone down to the farm. Looking at pigs and things always soothes him if he's been upset... Hullo, here they are."
The chief constable's car drew up outside.
Colonel Melchett came in, accompanied by a smartly dressed young woman.
"This is Miss Turner, Mrs Bantry.
The cousin of the... er... victim."
"How do you do," said Mrs Bantry, advancing with outstretched hand. "All this must be rather awful for you."
Josephine Turner said frankly,
"Oh, it is.
None of it seems real, somehow. It's like a bad dream."
Mrs Bantry introduced Miss Marple.
Melchett said casually,
"Your good man about?"
"He had to go down to one of the farms.
He'll be back soon."
"Oh." Melchett seemed rather at a loss.