"I'm glad for her sake," said the Inspector.
"And for that boy of theirs."
"Yes, he needn't be too ashamed of his father.
And the young woman will be able to marry again now."
Craddock said slowly: "I was thinking of that, sir...
It opens up - possibilities."
"Since you're there, it's best to give her the news."
"Yes, Sir.
I'll look her up now.
Or maybe better to wait till she gets home.
She may get a shock..."
Chapter 19 RECONSTITUTION OF THE CRIME
"I'll put on a lamp by you before I go," said Bunch.
"It's so dark in here.
There's going to be a storm, I think."
She lifted the small reading lamp to the other side of the table where it would throw light on Miss Marple's knitting as she sat in a wide high-backed chair.
As the flex pulled across the table, Tiglath Pileser the cat, leapt upon it and bit and clawed it violently.
"No, Tiglath Pileser, you mustn't...
He really is awful.
Look, he's nearly bitten it through - it's all frayed.
Don't you understand, you idiotic puss, that you may get a nasty electric shock if you do that?"
"Thank you, dear," said Miss Marple, and put out a hand to turn on the lamp.
"It doesn't turn on there.
You have to press that silly little switch half-way along the flex.
Wait a minute.
I'll take these flowers out of the way."
She lifted a bowl of Christmas roses across the table.
Tiglath Pileser, his tail switching, put out a mischievous paw and clawed Bunch's arm.
She spilled some of the water out of the vase.
It fell on the frayed area of flex and on Tiglath Pileser himself, who leapt to the floor with an indignant hiss.
Miss Marple pressed the small pear-shaped switch.
Where the water had soaked the frayed flex there was a flash and a crackle.
"Oh, dear," said Bunch.
"It's fused.
Now I suppose all the lights in here are off."
She tried them.
"Yes, they are.
So stupid being all on the same thingummibob.
And it's made a burn on the table, too. Naughty Tiglath Pileser - it's all his fault.
Aunt Jane - what's the matter?
Did it startle you?"
"It's nothing, dear.
Just something I saw quite suddenly which I ought to have seen before..."
"I'll go and fix the fuse and get the lamp from Julian's study."
"No, dear, don't bother.
You'll miss your bus.
I don't want any more light.
I just want to sit quietly and - think about something.
Hurry dear, or you won't catch your bus."
When Bunch had gone, Miss Marple sat quite still for about two minutes.