Meeting, and the draughts in the church. Miss Marple twinkled at Griselda.
“Don’t you think,” said my wife, “that Miss Cram may just like having an interesting job? And that she considers Dr. Stone just as an employer?”
There was a silence. Evidently none of the four ladies agreed. Miss Marple broke the silence by patting Griselda on the arm.
“My dear,” she said, “you are very young. The young have such innocent minds.”
Griselda said indignantly that she hadn’t got at all an innocent mind.
“Naturally,” said Miss Marple, unheeding of the protest, “you think the best of everyone.”
“Do you really think she wants to marry that bald-headed dull man?”
“I understand he is quite well off,” said Miss Marple. “Rather a violent temper, I’m afraid. He had quite a serious quarrel with Colonel Protheroe the other day.”
Everyone leaned forward interestedly.
“Colonel Protheroe accused him of being an ignoramus.”
“How like Colonel Protheroe, and how absurd,” said Mrs. Price Ridley.
“Very like Colonel Protheroe, but I don’t know about it being absurd,” said Miss Marple, “You remember the woman who came down here and said she represented Welfare, and after taking subscriptions she was never heard of again and proved to having nothing whatever to do with Welfare. One is so inclined to be trusting and take people at their own valuation.”