“One so often has to do that—about everything. Don’t you think so?”
I did not reply. I was going over carefully in my mind the three alternatives that Miss Marple had suggested.
With a slight sigh the old lady rose to her feet.
“I must be getting back. I am very glad to have had this little chat—though we haven’t got very far, have we?”
“To tell you the truth,” I said, as I fetched her shawl, “the whole thing seems to me a bewildering maze.”
“Oh! I wouldn’t say that. I think, on the whole, one theory fits nearly everything. That is, if you admit one coincidence—and I think one coincidence is allowable. More than one, of course, is unlikely.”
“Do you really think that? About the theory, I mean?” I asked, looking at her.
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