“What a terrible idea,” said Miss Marple, shocked. “I hope I could never do such a wicked thing.”
“But human nature being what it is,” I murmured.
Miss Marple acknowledged the hit with a pretty old-ladyish laugh.
“How naughty of you, Mr. Clement.” She rose. “But naturally you are in good spirits.”
She paused by the window.
“My love to dear Griselda—and tell her—that any little secret is quite safe with me.”
Really Miss Marple is rather a dear. …