Agatha Christie Fullscreen Murder announced (1950)

"Oh, Lotty, I'm so sorry - I mean, oh, I do beg your pardon, Letty - oh, dear, how stupid I am."

"It doesn't matter," said Miss Blacklog, but she was annoyed.

"Only I don't think Inspector Craddock wants that talked about.

I didn't know you had been there when he was experimenting, Dora.

You do understand, don't you, Mrs. Harmon?"

"Oh, yes," said Bunch.

"We won't breathe a word, will we, Aunt Jane.

But I wonder why he -" She relapsed into thought.

Miss Bunner fidgeted and looked miserable, bursting out at last:

"I always say the wrong thing - Oh, dear, I'm nothing but a trial to you, Letty."

Miss Blacklog said quickly,

"You're my great comfort, Dora.

And anyway in a small place like Chipping Cleghorn, there aren't really any secrets."

"Now that is very true," said Miss Marple.

"I'm afraid, you know, that things do get round in the most extraordinary way.

Servants, of course, and yet it can't only be that, because one has so few servants nowadays.

Still, there are the daily women and perhaps they are worse, because they go to everybody in turn and pass the news round."

"Oh!" said Bunch Harmon suddenly.

"I've got it!

Of course, if that door could open too, someone might have gone out of here in the dark and done the holdup - only of course they didn't - because it was the man from the Royal Spa Hotel. Or wasn't it?...

No, I don't see after all..." she frowned.

"Did it all happen in this room then?" asked Miss Marple, adding apologetically:

"I'm afraid you must think me sadly curious, Miss Blacklog - but it really is so very exciting - just like something one reads about in the paper - and actually to have happened to someone one knows...

I'm just longing to hear all about it and to picture it all, if you know what I mean -" Immediately Miss Marple received a confused and voluble account from Bunch and Miss Bunner - with occasional emendations and corrections from Miss Blacklog.

In the middle of it Patrick came in and good-naturedly entered into the spirit of the recital - going so far as to enact himself the part of Rudi Scherzo.

"And Aunt Letty was there - in the corner by the archway...

Go and stand there, Aunt Letty."

Miss Blacklog obeyed, and then Miss Marple was shown the actual bullet holes.

"What a marvellous - what a providential escape," she gasped.

"I was just going to offer my guests cigarettes -" Miss Blacklog indicated the big silver box on the table.

"People are so careless when they smoke," said Miss Bunner disapprovingly.

"Nobody really respects good furniture as they used to do.

Look at the horrid burn somebody made on this beautiful table by putting a cigarette down on it.

Disgraceful."

Miss Blacklog sighed. "Sometimes, I'm afraid, one thinks too much of one's possessions." "But it's such a lovely table, Letty."

Miss Bunner loved her friend's possessions with as much fervour as though they had been her own.

Bunch Harmon had always thought it was a very endearing trait in her.

She showed no sign of envy.

"It is a lovely table," said Miss Marple politely.

"And what a very pretty china lamp on it."

Again it was Miss Bunner who accepted the compliment as though she and not Miss Blacklog was the owner of the lamp.

"Isn't it delightful?

Dresden.

There is a pair of them.

The other's in the spare room, I think."

"You know where everything in this house is, Dora - or you think you do," said Miss Blacklog, good-humouredly.

"You care far more about my things than I do."

Miss Bunner flushed.

"I do like nice things," she said. Her voice was half defiant - half wistful.

"I must confess," said Miss Marple, "that my own few possessions are very dear to me, too - so many memories, you know.