She stares you down with that cool stare of hers.
Lots of love, darling, and buck up.
This iodine treatment may make a lot of difference.
I've been inquiring about it and it really does seem to have good results.
Your loving sister, Letitia Miss Marple folded the letter and handed it back.
She looked abstracted.
"Well, what do you think about her?" Craddock urged.
"What picture do you get of her?"
"Of Sonia?
It's difficult, you know, to see anyone through another person's mind... Determined to get her own way - that, definitely, I think.
And wanting the best of two worlds..."
"Closing and unclosing her hands like an angry cat," murmured Craddock.
"You know, that reminds me of someone..."
He frowned.
"Making inquiries..." murmured Miss Marple.
"If we could get hold of the result of those inquiries," said Craddock.
"Does that letter remind you of anything in St. Mary Mead?" asked Bunch rather indistinctly since her mouth was full of pins.
"I really can't say it does, dear... Dr. Blacklog is, perhaps, a little like Mr. Curtiss the Wesleyan Minister.
He wouldn't let his child wear a plate on her teeth.
Said it was the Lord's Will if her teeth stuck out.
'After all,' I said to him, 'you do trim your beard and cut your hair.
It might be the Lord's Will that your hair should grow out.'
He said that was quite different.
So like a man.
But that doesn't help us with our present problem."
"We've never traced that revolver, you know.
It wasn't Rudi Scherz's.
If I knew who had had a revolver in Chipping Cleghorn -"
"Colonel Easterbrook has one," said Bunch.
"He keeps it in his collar drawer."
"How do you know, Mrs. Harmon?"
"Mrs. Butt told me.
She's my daily. Or rather, my twice weekly.
Being a military gentleman, she said, he'd naturally have a revolver and very handy it would be if burglars were to come along."
"When did she tell you this?"
"Ages ago.
About six months ago, I should think."
"Colonel Easterbrook?" murmured Craddock.
"It's like those pointer things at fairs, isn't it?" said Bunch, still speaking through a mouthful of pins.
"Go round and round and stop at something different every time."
"You're telling me!" said Craddock and groaned.
"Colonel Easterbrook was up at Little Paddocks to leave a book there one day.
He could have oiled that door then.
He was quite straightforward about being there though.
Not like Miss Hinchliffe."
Miss Marple coughed gently.
"You must make allowances for the times we live in, Inspector," she said. Craddock looked at her, uncomprehendingly.
"After all," said Miss Marple, "you are the Police, aren't you?
People can't say everything they'd like to say to the Police, can they?"
"I don't see why not," said Craddock.