夜雨聆风Nail scissors, I expect,” said Miss Marple. “Just a snip on the lobe of theear lets out a lot of blood. That was very good psychology, of course. Theactual blood running down over her white blouse made it seem certainthat she had been shot at, and that it had been a near miss.”
“It ought to have gone off quite all right,” said Craddock. “Dora Bunner’sinsistence that Scherz had definitely aimed at Miss Blacklock had its uses.
Without meaning it, Dora Bunner conveyed the impression that she’d ac-tually seen her friend wounded. It might have been brought in Suicide orAccidental Death. And the case would have been closed. That it was keptopen is due to Miss Marple here.”
“Oh, no, no.” Miss Marple shook her head energetically. “Any little ef-forts on my part were quite incidental. It was you who weren’t satisfied,Mr. Craddock. It was you who wouldn’t let the case be closed.”
“I wasn’t happy about it,” said Craddock. “I knew it was all wrong some-where. But I didn’t see where it was wrong, till you showed me. And afterthat Miss Blacklock had a real piece of bad luck. I discovered that thatsecond door had been tampered with. Until that moment, whatever weagreed might have happened—we’d nothing to go upon but a pretty the-ory. But that oiled door was evidence. And I hit upon it by pure chance—bycatching hold of a handle by mistake.”
“I think you were led to it, Inspector,” said Miss Marple. “But then I’mold-fashioned.”
“So the hunt was up again,” said Craddock. “But this time with a differ-ence. We were looking now for someone with a motive to kill LetitiaBlacklock.”
