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“Yes?”cold water on the idea that Rudi Scherz wanted to murderher. And she was quite right. And there’s another thing, sir.”
“Somebody might try again.”
“That would certainly prove the truth of the theory,” said the Chief Con-stable dryly. “By the way, look after Miss Marple, won’t you?”
“Miss Marple? Why?”
“I gather she is taking up residence at the Vicarage in Chipping Cleghornand coming into Medenham Wells twice a week for her treatments. Itseems that Mrs. What’shername is the daughter of an old friend of MissMarple’s. Good sporting instincts, that old bean. Oh, well, I suppose shehasn’t much excitement in her life and sniffing round after possible mur-derers gives her a kick.”
“I wish she wasn’t coming,” said Craddock seriously.
“Going to get under your feet?”
“Not that, sir, but she’s a nice old thing. I shouldn’t like anything to hap-pen to her … always supposing, I mean, that there’s anything in this the-ory.”
