that. And actually shot in the Vicarage study, I understand?”
I said that that had indeed been the case.
“But the dear vicar was not here at the time?” Miss Marple questioned of Griselda.
I explained where I had been.
“ Mr. Dennis is not with you this morning?” said Miss Marple, glancing round.
“Dennis,” said Griselda, “fancies himself as an amateur detective. He is very excited about a footprint he found in one of the flower beds, and I fancy has gone off to tell the police about it.”
“Dear, dear,” said Miss Marple. “Such a to-do, is it not? And Mr. Dennis thinks he knows who committed the crime. Well, I suppose we all think we know.”