admit that there is one flaw in my theory—one fact that I can’t get over. Oh! If only that note had been something quite different—”
She sighed and shook her head. She moved towards the window and absentmindedly reached up her hand and felt the rather depressed-looking plant that stood in a stand.
“You know, dear Mr. Clement, this should be watered oftener. Poor thing, it needs it badly. Your maid should water it every day. I suppose it is she who attends to it?”
“As much,” I said, “as she attends to anything.”
“A little raw at present,” suggested Miss Marple.
“Yes,” I said. “And Griselda steadily refuses to attempt to sack her. Her idea is that only a thoroughly undesirable maid will remain with us. However, Mary herself gave us notice the other day.”