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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple and The Diary That Shouldn't Exist Chapter One
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  Speaker 1: It was the sort of afternoon that made one believe
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  Speaker 1: in the goodness of English summers. Sunlight filtering gently through
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  Speaker 1: the hedgerows, bees drowsily circling foxgloves, and the smell of
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  Speaker 1: fresh scones wafting over the lawn. In the village of St.
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  Speaker 1: Mary Mead, where time often tiptoed rather than marched, the
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  Speaker 1: annual Garden Club tea was a tradition older than most marriages.
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  Speaker 1: This year it was held in the primrose garden of Mrs.
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  Speaker 1: Edith Pendleton, whose roses were as fiercely competitive as her
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  Speaker 1: bridge game. Miss Marple, ensconced near the trellised arch of
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  Speaker 1: White Clematis, sipped her tea with practised discretion. Her blue eyes,
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  Speaker 1: faded by years but no less sharp, moved gently from
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  Speaker 1: face to face, observing more than anyone realized. One got
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  Speaker 1: the sense she was less interested in the roses and
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  Speaker 1: more in the tangled roots beneath them. Around her the
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  Speaker 1: conversation bloomed.' I still say the fuchsias were better last year,'
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  Speaker 1: whispered Mrs. Lydia Post to her friend, dabbing her—' forehead
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  Speaker 1: with a lace handkerchief. Of course, she'll insist they've come
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  Speaker 1: into their own, whatever that means. Oh, do hush, Lydia,
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  Speaker 1: muttered Mr. Godfrey Longbourn, St. Mary Mead's only solicitor, as
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  Speaker 1: he reached for another. Shortbread, you'll set her off again. Mrs. Pendleton,
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  Speaker 1: dressed in lavender and pearls, bustled past the table just then. Everyone,
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  Speaker 1: Do remember to vote for the best bloom before three,
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  Speaker 1: and mind the peacocks. Edward let them out again, and
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  Speaker 1: they're dreadfully fond of cake. Laughter rippled politely. The peacocks
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  Speaker 1: indeed were strutting along the hedge like entitled aristocrats, scattering
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  Speaker 1: petals and crumbs with imperial disdain. It was all quite lovely,
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  Speaker 1: idyllic even, which is why, perhaps, The disturbance was so
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  Speaker 1: thoroughly out of place. Commotion began at the far end
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  Speaker 1: of the garden, where the tablecloths fluttered and china clinked.
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  Speaker 1: A breathless young woman had arrived, Florence Biddle, the niece
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  Speaker 1: of Reverend Paul Biddle. She was flushed, her straw hat askew,
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  Speaker 1: and her gloved hands clutched a slim, leather-bound book to
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  Speaker 1: her chest. I'm sorry, she gasped, looking around, wildly. I
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  Speaker 1: think this belongs to someone here. Heads turned. Sources were lowered.
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  Speaker 1: Gossip readied itself in silence. Miss Marple sat very still.
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  Speaker 1: Florence approached the nearest table, her face pale beneath her freckles.
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  Speaker 1: I found it in the church vestry just now, tucked
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  Speaker 1: behind the altar rail. in the woodwork. Someone, someone had
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  Speaker 1: hidden it there. Edith Pendleton frowned. A diary? How peculiar.
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  Speaker 1: Godfrey Longbourn leaned forward. May I see it, son? hesitated.
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  Speaker 1: I shouldn't have opened it, but it was strange. It's
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  Speaker 1: not dated properly. Some entries mention things that haven't happened yet.
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  Speaker 1: A hush settled. Miss Marple's eyes narrowed slightly. Godfrey took
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  Speaker 1: the diary, thumbing through a few pages. His brow furrowed.'
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  Speaker 1: Good heavens!' he muttered.' This— this can't be right, if this
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  Speaker 1: is real!'' What is it, Godfrey?' Edith demanded with a
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  Speaker 1: curious edge in her voice. He snapped the diary shut.'
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  Speaker 1: I think this should go directly—'' To the police!' Florence's
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  Speaker 1: voice was barely audible. It mentions a death. Tomorrow. The
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  Speaker 1: silence that followed was thick. The sort that pricked at
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  Speaker 1: the skin. Miss Marple placed her cup down with quiet care.
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  Speaker 1: Oh dear, she murmured. That's rather unsettling, isn't it? Edith
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  Speaker 1: chuckled nervously. Surely it's someone's idea of a prank? Or
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  Speaker 1: Someone's strange little storybook?'' Perhaps,' Miss Marple said softly. But
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  Speaker 1: her gaze lingered on the young woman's trembling hands, the
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  Speaker 1: way the ink on the diary's corner smudged ever so slightly.' Fresh. Recent.
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  Speaker 1: Whose diary is it?' someone asked. Florence shook her head.'
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  Speaker 1: There' s no name. Just initials. E.W.' That's not much to
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  Speaker 1: go on, said Godfrey. And tomorrow's Friday, the day of
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  Speaker 1: the Historical Society's luncheon. Oh, blast, muttered Major, Elwood from
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  Speaker 1: across the garden. And I'm supposed to give a bloody
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  Speaker 1: speech about Victorian drains. A ripple of laughter tried to return.
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  Speaker 1: It didn't quite succeed. Miss Marples. still seated beneath the clematis,
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  Speaker 1: looked not at the diary or Florence, but at the
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  Speaker 1: people around her. Who had gone pale? Who looked annoyed?
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  Speaker 1: Who glanced too quickly? Who didn't glance at all? The
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  Speaker 1: mystery had already begun. No one realized it, but she did.
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  Speaker 1: Because for someone here, that diary wasn't fiction. It was
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  Speaker 1: a warning or a plan. Interrogation break. Your turn to answer, investigator.
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  Speaker 1: Where are you watching from? Drop your coordinates in the comments. Subscribe.
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  Speaker 1: The evidence we reveal next will change the game entirely.
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  Speaker 1: Chapter 2 The Diary Had Been Taken Away but its
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  Speaker 1: shadow lingered like a chill draught through the garden club's
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  Speaker 1: cheerful gathering. Conversations resumed, but they were clipped now, cautious,
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  Speaker 1: each sentence polished and checked before it left the tongue.
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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple remained seated, her knitting untouched on her lap,
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  Speaker 1: though her fingers played lightly with the yarn. She was
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  Speaker 1: no longer watching the garden's blooms, but the blooming discomfort
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  Speaker 1: in its guests. Across the lawn, Florence Biddle sat beside
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  Speaker 1: her uncle, Reverend Paul Biddle, who had arrived shortly after
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  Speaker 1: the commotion. He was a thin man, with kind eyes
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  Speaker 1: and a cautious manner, the sort of vicar who preferred
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  Speaker 1: gardening sermons to hellfire ones. Truly didn't know what to do, uncle,
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  Speaker 1: Florence whispered still pale, but I couldn't just ignore it.
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  Speaker 1: You did the right thing, Reverend Biddle murmured, though heaven
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  Speaker 1: knows I can't imagine how it ended up in the vestry.
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  Speaker 1: That corner hasn't been dusted since the Queen's Jubilee. From
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  Speaker 1: a few feet away, Mrs. Pendleton stood speaking to Godfrey Longbourn.
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  Speaker 1: though it sounded more like controlled scolding. Well, I do
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  Speaker 1: hope you intend to handle this with discretion, she said sharply.
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  Speaker 1: We can't have people thinking St. Mary Mead is some
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  Speaker 1: sort of place where predictions of death are left lying
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  Speaker 1: about in churches. Godfrey nodded, non-committal. Of course, I'll see
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  Speaker 1: to it. And this diary, she added, her eyes darting
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  Speaker 1: toward Miss Marple's corner. I suppose you think it's genuine?
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  Speaker 1: I don't know what to think yet, Godfrey replied, folding
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  Speaker 1: his hands behind his back. But someone clearly wanted it
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  Speaker 1: to be found, or perhaps wanted it not to be
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  Speaker 1: found just yet. Miss Marple's attention pricked at that. A delay,
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  Speaker 1: a diary discovered just in time to warn or threaten.
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  Speaker 1: Florence hadn't fabricated it. That much was clear to Miss Marple.
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  Speaker 1: Her frightened, unpolished reaction was too sincere. But why hide
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  Speaker 1: such a diary in the church? And what sort of
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  Speaker 1: person wrote down a plan for a murder, then left
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  Speaker 1: it half-concealed? She rose quietly and made her feet way
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  Speaker 1: across the lawn, Florence dear. she said gently. Do sit
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  Speaker 1: with me a moment. The girl obeyed at once, grateful
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  Speaker 1: for the retreat. Reverend Biddle gave a nod and stayed behind,
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  Speaker 1: absorbed in calming an argument between two parishioners. Regarding peacock
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  Speaker 1: droppings and their potential blasphemy, they settled at a quiet
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  Speaker 1: table beneath the apple tree. Would you mind telling me
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  Speaker 1: precisely how you came across the diary? Miss Marple asked.
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  Speaker 1: Her tone cut but precise. Florence nodded.' I' d gone to
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  Speaker 1: the vestry to retrieve the communion linen. Mrs. Carter asked
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  Speaker 1: me to. While I was folding it, I dropped a
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  Speaker 1: napkin near the altar rail. When I bent to pick
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  Speaker 1: it up, I noticed something in the corner behind the wood-panel.
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  Speaker 1: It was tucked where the rail joins the floor. I
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  Speaker 1: wouldn't have seen it if not for the sunlight. And
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  Speaker 1: the diary was lying there, almost wedged, as if someone
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  Speaker 1: had pushed it down between the rail and the floorboards.
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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple nodded slowly. And you opened it. Only a
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  Speaker 1: few pages, Florence said quickly. It wasn't curiosity, I mean,
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  Speaker 1: not really. I just saw the words death and Friday,
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  Speaker 1: and something about a luncheon, and I panicked. You did
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  Speaker 1: the sensible thing, Florence. Florence looked at her uncertainly. Do
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  Speaker 1: you think someone meant it to be found? Or not
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  Speaker 1: to be? Miss Marple offered a small smile. That depends
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  Speaker 1: on whether the author believed they had time. Before Florence
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  Speaker 1: could reply, a loud cough drew their attention. Major Elwood,
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  Speaker 1: red-faced and blustery, was marching over with his wife, trailing
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  Speaker 1: behind him like a cloud of floral perfume.' Say, Miss Marple,'
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  Speaker 1: he boomed,' all this drama over a diary.' It' s utter nonsense,
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  Speaker 1: isn't it?' Surely some schoolgirl's prank.' I think it would
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  Speaker 1: take a very peculiar schoolgirl.' Miss Marple replied politely.' To
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  Speaker 1: hide a diary in a church predicting a death. Nonsense!
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  Speaker 1: You give these children too much credit. When I was
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  Speaker 1: their age, well, I wasn't predicting murders, I can tell
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  Speaker 1: you that. Playing cricket and climbing trees, that was all.'
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  Speaker 1: His wife, Helen Elwood, adjusted her gloves.' Still, it's unsettling, Major,'
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  Speaker 1: You mightn't joke so freely. What if something does happen tomorrow?
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  Speaker 1: The Major snorted. Then the luncheon's cancelled and I shan't
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  Speaker 1: have to talk about drains. Miss Marple chuckled lightly. Let
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  Speaker 1: us hope that's the worst of it. But Helen's nervous
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  Speaker 1: glance toward the vicarage path said she feared otherwise. As
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  Speaker 1: the guests began to depart, some quicker than usual, Miss
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  Speaker 1: Marple took a slow walk past the peacocks and toward
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  Speaker 1: the back hedge where the caterers were packing. Up! Behind
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  Speaker 1: the hedge stood a narrow lane leading to the church.
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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple paused. From where she stood, she could see
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  Speaker 1: the steeple just visible between the trees. And near its base,
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  Speaker 1: the window of the vestry caught the light. A narrow slit, just...
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  Speaker 1: wide enough to pass something through. Curious, she turned and
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  Speaker 1: nearly collided with Mr. Basil Kent, the quiet, spectacled schoolteacher.
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  Speaker 1: He gave a start. Oh, Miss Marple, forgive me. No
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  Speaker 1: harm done, Mr. Kent, she said. Out for a stroll?
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  Speaker 1: He hesitated. Just stretching my legs, too much trifle. Quite.
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  Speaker 1: She smiled and stepped aside. But her eyes lingered on,
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  Speaker 1: him as he walked off quickly, adjusting his satchel. Too
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  Speaker 1: much trifle indeed. Yet he hadn't eaten any. Chapter 3
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  Speaker 1: The morning after the garden club tea arrived unusually still.
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  Speaker 1: In St. Mary Mead, birds sang as they always had,
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  Speaker 1: and the postman whistled his tune as he shuffled up
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  Speaker 1: the garden paths. but beneath the day's ordinary hush lurked something,
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  Speaker 1: taut and waiting. At No. 12 Church Lane, Miss Marple
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  Speaker 1: set down her breakfast tray, folded her napkin, and reached
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  Speaker 1: for the telephone. The voice on the other end was
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  Speaker 1: crisp and vaguely annoyed, St. Mary Mead Constabulary. Good morning,
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  Speaker 1: Inspector Cray, Miss Marple said pleasantly. I do hope I'm
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  Speaker 1: not disturbing you. You usually are, Miss Marple, came the
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  Speaker 1: dry reply, but go on. I was wondering, she said,
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  Speaker 1: if that peculiar diary found yesterday has been examined. There
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  Speaker 1: was a short silence. I'm not at liberty to discuss that,
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  Speaker 1: you know. Of course not, she replied, ever agreeable. It's
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  Speaker 1: only that it seemed rather urgent.' especially with today being
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  Speaker 1: the day in question.' You don't believe that nonsense, surely?'
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  Speaker 1: I believe human beings are often less nonsensical than we wish.''
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  Speaker 1: Inspector Cray exhaled heavily.' Very well.' The diary's being looked at.'
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  Speaker 1: Dated entries, some recent ink.' Strange tone, but no names.' EW,
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  Speaker 1: just like they said.' Possibly fabricated.' Possibly not.' We're increasing
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  Speaker 1: patrols near the church and luncheon. That enough to soothe
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  Speaker 1: your worries? I'm not worried, Inspector, only curious. She hung
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  Speaker 1: up gently. By midday, the village hall had been transformed
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  Speaker 1: into the kind of cheerful chaos only a historical society
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  Speaker 1: could muster. Union Jack Bunting drooped from the windows, and
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  Speaker 1: the long tables were stacked with tea urns, marmalade tarts,
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  Speaker 1: and enough sandwich triangles to feed a battalion. Miss Marple
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  Speaker 1: arrived a little before one, dressed in soft dove grey
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  Speaker 1: with a matching, but that never failed to win silent
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  Speaker 1: nods of approval from older ladies. She found her place
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  Speaker 1: at the end of a table near the window, where
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  Speaker 1: she had a full view of the entrance, and more importantly,
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  Speaker 1: of the reactions as guests arrived. Mrs. Pendleton swept in first,
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  Speaker 1: her pearls tighter than yesterday.' Gastly business,' she muttered to
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  Speaker 1: no one in particular, nodding at the mayor.' I' ve insisted
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  Speaker 1: Godfrey bring it up with the vicar. Hidden diaries in
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  Speaker 1: sacred places. There ought to be a by-law.' Others arrived
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  Speaker 1: in staggered groups. Reverend Biddle with Florence, more composed today
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  Speaker 1: but still drawn around the eyes.' Mr. Basil Kent trailed
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  Speaker 1: in behind a pair of elderly gentlemen, his satchel once
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  Speaker 1: again present and held close. Miss Marple noted it all.
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  Speaker 1: The luncheon opened with the Mayor's bumbling thanks, followed by
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  Speaker 1: a painfully long speech from Major Elwood on the importance
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  Speaker 1: of Victorian plumbing, which was met with polite, coughing and
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  Speaker 1: determined scone consumption. but the mood remained tense. When a
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  Speaker 1: server dropped a tray near the far table, several guests jumped.
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  Speaker 1: Florence barely touched her food. Basil Kent, she observed, barely
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  Speaker 1: touched anything at all. At the centre of the table
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  Speaker 1: sat Godfrey Longbourn, who stood briefly midway through the meal,
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  Speaker 1: clinking a spoon against his glass.' If I might have
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  Speaker 1: your attention,' Just briefly, he began. Regarding the incident yesterday,
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  Speaker 1: the diary, we have consulted with the appropriate parties. There's
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  Speaker 1: no cause for alarm. Some polite murmurs followed. We believe
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  Speaker 1: it to be a fabrication or a distasteful joke. While unfortunate,
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  Speaker 1: it seems it was designed to startle, not inform. Miss
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  Speaker 1: Marple watched him closely. He spoke smoothly. but his fingers
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  Speaker 1: fidgeted with the edge of his napkin. Nervous. Guilty? Perhaps
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  Speaker 1: not of the crime, but something. Florence stood suddenly. Excuse me?
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  Speaker 1: She left the table quickly, exiting towards the washroom. Miss
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  Speaker 1: Marple rose not long after, murmuring something about needing air. Outside,
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  Speaker 1: the hall's garden path wound toward the church. Miss Marple
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  Speaker 1: didn't follow Florence directly. She took the longer way around.
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  Speaker 1: As she reached the rear hedge, she paused. Footsteps ahead. Voices.
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  Speaker 1: Florence's low and trembling. I don't know what else you want.
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  Speaker 1: I already gave it to them. Another. Voice. Male. Tight
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  Speaker 1: with urgency. You read it, didn't you? You must have.
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  Speaker 1: A pause. I only read part of it. You shouldn't
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  Speaker 1: have touched it. It wasn't meant— Florence backed into view, pale
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  Speaker 1: and clutching her coat. Then who was it meant for?
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  Speaker 1: Before Miss Marple could take another step, the door creaked
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  Speaker 1: behind her and the voices ceased. Basil Kent appeared jaw-tight.
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  Speaker 1: His gaze met Miss Marple's. He said nothing, simply tipped
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  Speaker 1: his hat and walked off. Florence lingered clearly shaken. Dear,
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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple said softly, stepping forward, perhaps a short walk
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  Speaker 1: would do you good. Florence hesitated, then nodded. They strolled
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  Speaker 1: slowly along the hedgerow, leaves brushing their sleeves. Battles worried,
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  Speaker 1: Florence murmured. He says this whole thing's getting out of hand,
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  Speaker 1: but he knew about the diary before I found it.
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  Speaker 1: Did he say how? No. She hesitated, only that it
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  Speaker 1: wasn't meant to be seen. Miss Marple nodded faintly. Do
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  Speaker 1: you recall what else was written? In the pages you read?
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  Speaker 1: A name, I think, it said. E.W. always said the
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  Speaker 1: end would come quietly. Friday. Before the luncheon begins. Miss
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  Speaker 1: Marple stopped walking. Before, she echoed. Not during. Not after.
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  Speaker 1: Florence blinked. Yes, I thought that was strange. So did I.
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  Speaker 1: She turned to look back toward the village hall. Now full, bustling, chattering.
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  Speaker 1: And just on the far side of the green, smoke
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  Speaker 1: had begun to curl into the air. Chapter 4 The
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  Speaker 1: first screams came from the far edge of the green.
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  Speaker 1: near the cluster of allotment sheds and the vicarage gate.
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  Speaker 1: By the time Miss Marple and Florence turned toward them,
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  Speaker 1: two children were running across the lawn, wide-eyed and shouting,' Fire!
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  Speaker 1: Something's burning!' Guests spilled out of the village hall, shielding
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  Speaker 1: their eyes from the rising smoke curling above the rooftops.
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  Speaker 1: It was thin but black, with an oily edge, no chimney-puff,
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  Speaker 1: but the sharp smoke of something unnatural. Something wrong. Within moments,
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  Speaker 1: Inspector Cray arrived on foot, trailed by Constable Barnes, who
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  Speaker 1: was still buttoning his coat. Cray's moustache twitched in irritation
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  Speaker 1: as he barked orders, sending Barnes toward the source while
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  Speaker 1: he scanned the crowd for anyone who looked more alarmed
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  Speaker 1: than surprised. Miss Marple stood quietly near the hedgerow, watching
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  Speaker 1: the shift in faces. Florence clung to her arm, whispering,
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  Speaker 1: Where's it coming from? Miss Marple's eyes narrowed slightly. From
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  Speaker 1: the old reading-room, I should think. The small, seldom-used building
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  Speaker 1: stood adjacent to the vicarage garden, a relic from the
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  Speaker 1: days of When the village had dreamed of becoming a
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  Speaker 1: cultural hub, now it mostly housed forgotten hymnals and stacks
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  Speaker 1: of unwanted council pamphlets. When the flames were doused half
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  Speaker 1: an hour later, what was left of the reading-room was
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  Speaker 1: little more than charred timber and blackened stone. No injuries,
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  Speaker 1: no one inside, just the stench of singed paper, and
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  Speaker 1: something acrid Miss Marple couldn't quite place. Inspector Cray found
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  Speaker 1: her standing near the ashes, arms neatly folded. You're not
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  Speaker 1: going to say you predicted this too, are you? Oh no,
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  Speaker 1: she replied mildly. Only that someone else did, in a diary.
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  Speaker 1: Cray's glare softened slightly, though his tone remained brisk. If
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  Speaker 1: you're here to speculate, Miss Marple— I suggest you do
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  Speaker 1: it somewhere less flammable. Do wonder, she said, glancing at
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  Speaker 1: the smouldering ruin, why one would burn such a quiet,
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  Speaker 1: empty building on the day a diary predicted death, especially
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  Speaker 1: when the death didn't happen, unless the fire was meant
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  Speaker 1: to replace it. Cray sighed. There's no body, just as well,
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  Speaker 1: she murmured, but the diary did mention Friday, before the
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  Speaker 1: luncheon begins. Perhaps someone intended something and lost their nerve.
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  Speaker 1: Or changed targets, Cray muttered. Miss Marple looked up at that. Changed,
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  Speaker 1: Cray motioned for her to follow. They walked a short
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  Speaker 1: distance from the site where Constable Barnes was taking statements.
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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple, Cray said quietly, this morning, before the luncheon,
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  Speaker 1: Someone reported a break-in at the schoolhouse. Nothing taken. Just
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  Speaker 1: papers disturbed, drawers open, and ink. Spilled! Curious, she said.
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  Speaker 1: More curious still, Basil Kent didn't report it. The cleaner did.
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  Speaker 1: Miss Marple was quiet for a moment. Did Basil arrive
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  Speaker 1: late today? He was already at the hall when I
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  Speaker 1: got there. But no one seems to have seen. Him arrive?
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  Speaker 1: I did, Miss Marple replied. And he had his satchel, again.
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  Speaker 1: Cray raised an eyebrow. That means something. It might. At
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  Speaker 1: that moment, Florence approached, waving a handkerchief. Inspector Cray, there's
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  Speaker 1: someone asking for you at the vicarage. Who? A man.
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  Speaker 1: Says he's a cousin of Edith Pendleton. Cray frowned. Pendleton
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  Speaker 1: doesn't have a cousin. Miss Marple's voice was thoughtful. Then
• 26:03
  Speaker 1: someone wants you distracted. Cray glanced at her sharply, then
• 26:08
  Speaker 1: turned to Barnes. Watch the crowd, and find Basil Kent.
• 26:14
  Speaker 1: Florence lingered as Cray left. Do you think the diary's
• 26:19
  Speaker 1: entry about Friday was about this fire? Miss Marple shook
• 26:24
  Speaker 1: her head. I think the Fire was a diversion, meant
• 26:29
  Speaker 1: to unsettle, to disrupt what might otherwise have been it. Noticed, noticed,
• 26:37
  Speaker 1: changes in behaviour. Who talks to whom? Who avoids what topic?
• 26:43
  Speaker 1: She gave Florence a meaningful glance. Or who asks about
• 26:48
  Speaker 1: a diary they claimed not to have seen? Florence flushed.
• 26:53
  Speaker 1: Battle was scared. Yes. But of what, exactly? Miss Marple
• 27:00
  Speaker 1: returned to the village hall, now half-emptied by the disturbance. Inside,
• 27:06
  Speaker 1: the luncheon remained, half-eaten, tea cooling in cups. The festive
• 27:12
  Speaker 1: bunting sagged, forgotten. She moved to Basil Kent's table, his
• 27:18
  Speaker 1: coat still hung over the back of his chair. Quietly,
• 27:23
  Speaker 1: she checked the inner pocket. A letter, sealed, unaddressed, but fresh.
• 27:30
  Speaker 1: She tucked it back gently and left the room. Later
• 27:35
  Speaker 1: that evening, as twilight crept over St. Mary Mead, Miss
• 27:40
  Speaker 1: Marple took her walk early. The village had retreated indoors,
• 27:46
  Speaker 1: the fire having singed more nerves than wood. Curtains were
• 27:50
  Speaker 1: drawn earlier than usual. The path took her past the vicarage,
• 27:55
  Speaker 1: where Reverend Biddle was speaking with Godfrey Longbourn, beneath the
• 27:59
  Speaker 1: porch light. Their voices were hushed, serious, can't just pretend
• 28:06
  Speaker 1: this didn't happen, Biddle was saying. I'm not suggesting that,
• 28:11
  Speaker 1: Godfrey replied, but if certain details remain, vague, perhaps we
• 28:17
  Speaker 1: can keep the peace. Peace built on silence tends to crack.
• 28:23
  Speaker 1: Godfrey sighed.' I only mean we should avoid stirring what
• 28:27
  Speaker 1: doesn't need stirring.' Miss Marple didn't stop walking, but her
• 28:33
  Speaker 1: ears recorded every word. She continued on to the church.
• 28:39
  Speaker 1: It stood still beneath the moonlight, quiet and watching. She
• 28:44
  Speaker 1: stepped into the vestry. It smelled of dust and lavender polish.
• 28:50
  Speaker 1: She moved to the rail where Florence had found the diary.
• 28:54
  Speaker 1: The floorboards were clean now. No trace of the diary.
• 28:58
  Speaker 1: No scuff. No mark. But something caught her eye. Faint
• 29:04
  Speaker 1: at the base of the wainscoting. Ink. Just a smear. Fresh.
• 29:14
  Speaker 1: Chapter 5. The smear of ink on the vestry wainscoting
• 29:17
  Speaker 1: was barely visible in the failing light. But to Miss Marple,
• 29:21
  Speaker 1: it glared like a signature, left unfinished. She leaned down,
• 29:26
  Speaker 1: careful not to disturb the floorboards, and inspected the narrow streak.
• 29:32
  Speaker 1: It hadn't bled into the wood as old ink might.
• 29:35
  Speaker 1: It hadn't faded. It had been placed, or more likely smeared.
• 29:40
  Speaker 1: within the past day. She straightened slowly. Someone had been back.
• 29:47
  Speaker 1: Not to retrieve the diary. It was long gone, but
• 29:52
  Speaker 1: perhaps to ensure nothing remained, or to leave something else.
• 29:58
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple's eyes scanned the small chamber. Nothing else was
• 30:03
  Speaker 1: out of place. The cupboard, once home to extra linens
• 30:07
  Speaker 1: and offertory envelopes, was shut tight. The kneeling cushions were aligned.
• 30:13
  Speaker 1: The only discordant note was a faint, acrid scent beneath
• 30:18
  Speaker 1: the lavender polish. A chemical tang still hanging in the air. Dish. Residue, yes.
• 30:28
  Speaker 1: but something more. She left quietly, footsteps soft against the stone. Outside,
• 30:38
  Speaker 1: the night had deepened. A few windows still burned golden,
• 30:44
  Speaker 1: but the village had mostly gone to bed. The fire
• 30:48
  Speaker 1: had cast a long shadow, and fear was now seeping
• 30:51
  Speaker 1: into places where gossip usually reigned. The next morning brought
• 30:57
  Speaker 1: no new diary entries, no deaths, no second fires, but
• 31:02
  Speaker 1: it brought the return of Basil Kent. He arrived at
• 31:06
  Speaker 1: the schoolhouse before dawn, seen by the milkman unlocking the gate.
• 31:11
  Speaker 1: By eight, the front windows were opened for the first
• 31:14
  Speaker 1: time in days, and a fresh pot of tea steamed
• 31:18
  Speaker 1: on his desk. Miss Marple, walking by precisely at half-past eight,
• 31:24
  Speaker 1: knocked gently on the schoolhouse door. He answered quickly, almost
• 31:30
  Speaker 1: too quickly. Miss Marple, he said, masking surprise. To what
• 31:36
  Speaker 1: do I owe... Oh, I do hope I'm not disturbing anything,
• 31:41
  Speaker 1: she said sweetly. I was passing by and saw the light.
• 31:46
  Speaker 1: A rare sight this early. I had some tidying to do,
• 31:51
  Speaker 1: and correcting. Of...' Course.' She stepped inside without waiting. The
• 31:58
  Speaker 1: schoolroom still held the scent of chalk and damp wood.
• 32:02
  Speaker 1: On the desk sat a red pen, an open register,
• 32:05
  Speaker 1: and perhaps a touch too conveniently, a row of neatly
• 32:10
  Speaker 1: stacked books.' I did so admire your talk on Roman
• 32:14
  Speaker 1: engineering last spring,' she said, settling into a pupil's desk.'
• 32:18
  Speaker 1: Your diagrams were quite convincing.'' Thank you.' he said cautiously,
• 32:25
  Speaker 1: and your satchel, so practical. I've seen you carry it
• 32:30
  Speaker 1: to nearly every event. It holds my lesson notes, even
• 32:35
  Speaker 1: to the garden club tea. A pause, he smiled thinly.
• 32:40
  Speaker 1: You never know when someone will ask about aqueducts. Miss
• 32:44
  Speaker 1: Marple nodded, seemingly content. She glanced at the chalkboard. Clean,
• 32:51
  Speaker 1: a little too clean.' Mr. Kent,' she said gently.' Do
• 32:56
  Speaker 1: you know the name Edith Weatherby?' He froze. A flicker.
• 33:02
  Speaker 1: Just a moment, but the hesitation was unmistakable.' I don't
• 33:08
  Speaker 1: think so,' he replied.' I wonder. The initials in the
• 33:13
  Speaker 1: diary were E.W.' He looked away.' A coincidence, perhaps, but
• 33:19
  Speaker 1: she used to live in this village.' Taught here before you, did.
• 33:25
  Speaker 1: Very involved with the historical society. Died five years ago, quietly.
• 33:32
  Speaker 1: Heart condition, they said. He said nothing. Miss Marple rose slowly.
• 33:38
  Speaker 1: Funny how people leave behind more than they realise. Letters, notes,
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: habits in handwriting. He swallowed. Is there something you're suggesting,
• 33:51
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple? only that it's difficult to impersonate someone fully.
• 33:55
  Speaker 1: The ink may be theirs, the tone perhaps, but intention,
• 34:00
  Speaker 1: intention is harder to forge. She moved toward the door.
• 34:06
  Speaker 1: You may find, she added softly, that hiding a thing
• 34:10
  Speaker 1: twice only draws more eyes to it. Then she left
• 34:15
  Speaker 1: him standing in, the schoolroom with the red pen still
• 34:19
  Speaker 1: in his hand. By mid-afternoon, Reverend Biddle had posted a
• 34:25
  Speaker 1: notice on the church door, cancelling all non-essential gatherings until
• 34:30
  Speaker 1: such time as calm and clarity returned to our village.
• 34:34
  Speaker 1: It was phrased delicately, but the message was clear. Something
• 34:39
  Speaker 1: was wrong, and no one wanted to admit just how much.
• 34:44
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple returned home and waited. It was not long
• 34:49
  Speaker 1: before someone knocked. Godfrey Longbourn, rumpled and visibly tired, stood
• 34:56
  Speaker 1: on her front step with his hat in hand.' I' ve
• 35:00
  Speaker 1: come to ask your opinion,' he said.' Though heaven help me,
• 35:03
  Speaker 1: I don't know why.' Tea?' she offered. He hesitated, then nodded.
• 35:11
  Speaker 1: Moments later, seated in her sitting-room with a cup that
• 35:15
  Speaker 1: never failed to soothe, he began.' Florence came to me
• 35:20
  Speaker 1: this morning.' said she remembered something. The diary's handwriting. It
• 35:26
  Speaker 1: matched a note she once received. A thank you card
• 35:31
  Speaker 1: from a Mrs. Weatherby before she passed. How kind of
• 35:35
  Speaker 1: her to recall. She's frightened. Thinks someone's using the name to... What,
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple? Haunt us? Threaten us? Miss Marple stirred her tea.
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: Tell me, Mr. Longbourn, Was Mrs. Weatherby involved in something
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: delicate before she died? He stiffened slightly. She had opinions,
• 36:01
  Speaker 1: particularly about some plans the parish council were making. She
• 36:05
  Speaker 1: believed someone was misappropriating funds for a restoration that never happened.
• 36:10
  Speaker 1: Made noise about it. And? She passed before she could
• 36:15
  Speaker 1: make it public. Heart attack. Sudden. Convenient, Miss Marple said softly.
• 36:23
  Speaker 1: Longbourn looked away, and now, she added, a diary appears,
• 36:28
  Speaker 1: written in her style, using her initials, referencing things yet
• 36:33
  Speaker 1: to happen. And you're hoping it's all an elaborate prank,
• 36:38
  Speaker 1: didn't answer. Miss Marple placed her cup down. I don't
• 36:43
  Speaker 1: believe in ghosts, Mr. Longbourn, but I do believe the
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: dead leave traces. and someone in St. Mary Mead is
• 36:52
  Speaker 1: trying very hard to bury one. Chapter 6 The next
• 36:57
  Speaker 1: morning brought with it a sky heavy with rain-clouds, the
• 37:01
  Speaker 1: kind that threatened a downpour, but refused to deliver. A
• 37:06
  Speaker 1: tension hung in the air, one the villagers felt, but
• 37:10
  Speaker 1: could not name. In the small parlour of Miss Marple's cottage,
• 37:15
  Speaker 1: the morning papers had sat untouched. She was deep in thought,
• 37:20
  Speaker 1: her fingers absently winding and unwinding the edge of her shawl. Mrs.
• 37:26
  Speaker 1: Edith Pendleton's name kept rising to the surface like a
• 37:30
  Speaker 1: leaf that refused to sink. She had dismissed the diary quickly,
• 37:36
  Speaker 1: too quickly. She had known the initials or at least
• 37:40
  Speaker 1: suspected their connection. Her insistence on silence, on smoothing things over,
• 37:47
  Speaker 1: didn't feel like mere social fussiness. It felt like fear.
• 37:54
  Speaker 1: And then there was Godfrey Longbourn, who had visited Miss
• 37:57
  Speaker 1: Marple not to seek truth, but to get ahead of it.
• 38:03
  Speaker 1: At precisely half-past eleven, a quiet knock came at the door.
• 38:08
  Speaker 1: It was Florence. I shouldn't have come, she said quickly.
• 38:12
  Speaker 1: But I don't know who else to speak to. Come in, dear.
• 38:18
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple said gently. Florence sat stiffly, her coat damp
• 38:23
  Speaker 1: with mist. She looked exhausted. Older than her years. I
• 38:29
  Speaker 1: remembered something, she said voice low, from a few weeks ago.
• 38:33
  Speaker 1: It didn't seem important then, yes? Wohin was after Sunday service.
• 38:41
  Speaker 1: I was helping tidy the hymnals, and I found a
• 38:44
  Speaker 1: note in one of the pews. Folded. No name. But
• 38:49
  Speaker 1: it was strange. What did it say? Florence reached into
• 38:55
  Speaker 1: her bag and pulled out a small slip of paper,
• 38:58
  Speaker 1: crumpled at the corners from too much handling. She laid
• 39:02
  Speaker 1: it flat on the tea-table. Miss Marple read it silently.
• 39:07
  Speaker 1: He told her it was heart trouble. But he helped
• 39:10
  Speaker 1: it along, didn't he? She was going to say too much.
• 39:14
  Speaker 1: No signature. Just the date written at the bottom in
• 39:18
  Speaker 1: faint pencil. Five years ago this Thursday. Miss Marple's eyes narrowed.
• 39:25
  Speaker 1: Why keep this to yourself, Florence? I thought it was— Well,
• 39:30
  Speaker 1: I didn't know what to think. I thought it might
• 39:34
  Speaker 1: be something she wrote. Mrs. Wetherby, I mean. A draft
• 39:38
  Speaker 1: of something. But I found it weeks before the diary appeared.
• 39:44
  Speaker 1: And never mentioned it? I tucked it away. I was
• 39:49
  Speaker 1: afraid of starting something. Miss Marple folded the paper carefully. Sometimes,
• 39:56
  Speaker 1: my dear, the only way to avoid a fire is
• 40:00
  Speaker 1: to light the right match first. Florence blinked. Do you
• 40:06
  Speaker 1: think someone helped her die? I think someone wanted us
• 40:11
  Speaker 1: to believe she died of natural causes, Miss Marple replied.
• 40:16
  Speaker 1: But too many things are surfacing now. Clues rarely stay
• 40:20
  Speaker 1: buried forever. Eventually they begin to talk. That afternoon Miss
• 40:26
  Speaker 1: Marple walked to the vicarage with deliberate purpose. Reverend Biddle
• 40:31
  Speaker 1: met her at the door, his expression drawn. Miss Marple,
• 40:38
  Speaker 1: he said, stepping aside, I've been meaning to call on you.
• 40:42
  Speaker 1: Then it's good, I saved you the trouble. They sat
• 40:46
  Speaker 1: in his study. surrounded by worn theological tomes and the
• 40:51
  Speaker 1: faint smell of wood polish.' I' ve heard rumblings,' he said cautiously.'
• 40:58
  Speaker 1: About the diary. About Mrs. Weatherby. Some of the older
• 41:03
  Speaker 1: parishioners remember her. Fondly. Others, less so. She was outspoken. Indeed,
• 41:11
  Speaker 1: did she confide in you?' Biddle hesitated, privately, once or twice.
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: She believed someone was using the church's restoration fund improperly.
• 41:23
  Speaker 1: But she never had proof. Just suspicions. Did she name anyone? No.
• 41:30
  Speaker 1: Though she once said, people who smile too often tend
• 41:34
  Speaker 1: to hide things in plain sight. I thought that she
• 41:37
  Speaker 1: was speaking of Edith Pendleton. They were cordial, but only just.
• 41:43
  Speaker 1: Did she seem afraid? He nodded. Especially toward the end.
• 41:48
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple's fingers tightened slightly around her handbag. Do you
• 41:53
  Speaker 1: know who signed her death certificate? Dr. Allenby. Retired, now.
• 42:00
  Speaker 1: He said it was her heart. She had complained of palpitations.
• 42:06
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple's voice was barely audible. And yet she was
• 42:11
  Speaker 1: planning to speak at the following council meeting, was she not?
• 42:15
  Speaker 1: Biddle nodded again. She'd drafted something. I never saw it.
• 42:21
  Speaker 1: She never had the chance to read it. No. Outside,
• 42:26
  Speaker 1: the rain began to tap gently against the vicarage windows.
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple stood. Thank you, Reverend. I believe your memory
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: will be most helpful. Her next stop was the Pendleton estate.
• 42:40
  Speaker 1: She was greeted not by Edith, but by her housemaid Nora, young, plain-faced,
• 42:46
  Speaker 1: and nervous. She's not receiving visitors today, Nora said quickly. Oh,
• 42:53
  Speaker 1: I'm sure she'll make an exception for me. Nora hesitated,
• 42:58
  Speaker 1: then stepped aside. Inside, Miss Marple was led to the conservatory,
• 43:05
  Speaker 1: where Edith sat among her orchids, watering can in hand. Well,
• 43:10
  Speaker 1: Edith said sharply, if this is about that dreadful diary again,
• 43:16
  Speaker 1: I'll tell you now. I've Nothing to say. I rather
• 43:20
  Speaker 1: hoped you would. You and Florence and that simpering vicar.
• 43:25
  Speaker 1: What is it you all want? A scandal? Something to
• 43:29
  Speaker 1: talk about over teacups? No, Mrs. Pendleton, only the truth.
• 43:35
  Speaker 1: There's no truth left, only gossip. Miss Marple's tone shifted
• 43:40
  Speaker 1: ever so slightly, firmer but still mild. You knew Edith
• 43:45
  Speaker 1: Weatherby well. You— knew she was suspicious of someone. And
• 43:51
  Speaker 1: when she died, you said nothing. You've continued to say nothing.
• 43:58
  Speaker 1: She died of a weak heart. She died the day
• 44:01
  Speaker 1: before she was due to speak against a funding request
• 44:03
  Speaker 1: submitted by Godfrey Longbourn. That struck a nerve. Edith's hand
• 44:10
  Speaker 1: tightened around the watering can. I warned her not to push.
• 44:15
  Speaker 1: I told her it would make enemies. I never expected...
• 44:19
  Speaker 1: She stopped herself. Miss Marple tilted her head. You expected
• 44:23
  Speaker 1: her to live. Edith's expression was tight, controlled. Do you
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: know what it's like to survive in a village like this,
• 44:32
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple? Everyone watching. Everyone knowing your affairs before you do.
• 44:38
  Speaker 1: You learn to keep quiet, even when it aches not to.
• 44:44
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple studied her for a moment. You were protecting someone?
• 44:49
  Speaker 1: Edith didn't answer, but she didn't deny it either. Chapter
• 44:55
  Speaker 1: 7 The rain had turned to a steady drizzle by evening,
• 45:01
  Speaker 1: varnishing St. Mary Mead's narrow streets with a dull sheen.
• 45:05
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple, shawl drawn close, returned from the Pendleton estate
• 45:10
  Speaker 1: with her thoughts tightly stitched into silence. She no longer
• 45:16
  Speaker 1: questioned whether Edith Weatherby had been silenced. Only by whom,
• 45:21
  Speaker 1: and how far others had gone to keep it that way.
• 45:28
  Speaker 1: Further night as she turned down her lamp, she recalled
• 45:32
  Speaker 1: something Reverend Biddle had said earlier, that Edith Weatherby had
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: been preparing to speak at a parish meeting. She had
• 45:40
  Speaker 1: drafted a statement. a piece of paper somewhere that might
• 45:44
  Speaker 1: contain her suspicions. A voice from the grave waiting, and
• 45:50
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple knew precisely where to look. The next morning
• 45:56
  Speaker 1: she returned to the church, not to the vestry, but
• 46:00
  Speaker 1: to the adjacent reading-room ruins, where the fire had charred
• 46:04
  Speaker 1: the back corner but left one wall intact. A locked
• 46:08
  Speaker 1: glass-fronted bookshelf had survived, its frame blackened but intact. Inside,
• 46:16
  Speaker 1: among the singed bindings, she found it, modern church reform,
• 46:21
  Speaker 1: essays and sermons, a dry anthology few in the village
• 46:26
  Speaker 1: would ever touch. But its spine had warped, oddly. She
• 46:32
  Speaker 1: tugged it free and flipped it open. Hollowed inside, carefully cut,
• 46:37
  Speaker 1: was a folded piece of parchment, slightly curled from heat, unsigned,
• 46:43
  Speaker 1: but unmistakably written in Edith Weatherby's firm hand. Miss Marple
• 46:49
  Speaker 1: unfolded it with reverence.' Anything happens to me, know this.
• 46:56
  Speaker 1: The funds meant for the South Wall's repair were funnelled elsewhere.
• 47:01
  Speaker 1: I was threatened, softly, with smiles and tea and promises
• 47:07
  Speaker 1: of reputation.' but I was also warned more bluntly. People
• 47:13
  Speaker 1: who meddle often forget to breathe. I fear I may
• 47:18
  Speaker 1: not get the chance to speak aloud what I've discovered,
• 47:21
  Speaker 1: but I have written it here, should it ever matter.
• 47:26
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple folded the paper and placed it in her handbag,
• 47:30
  Speaker 1: her fingers tightening around the clasp. It mattered now. At
• 47:35
  Speaker 1: midday she visited Inspector Cray, who was already frowning before
• 47:40
  Speaker 1: she'd said a word. I know that look, he muttered.
• 47:44
  Speaker 1: That's your I've-got-a-smoking-gun face. I wouldn't say gun, Miss Marple replied,
• 47:51
  Speaker 1: but it does smoke a little. She handed him the note.
• 47:55
  Speaker 1: Cray read it in silence, then read it again more slowly.
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: You're telling me this was hidden inside a burned book?
• 48:04
  Speaker 1: I'm suggesting someone tried to destroy it. but their fire
• 48:08
  Speaker 1: didn't reach far enough. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling.
• 48:14
  Speaker 1: Weatherby was silenced. Yes. And the diary? I suspect it
• 48:20
  Speaker 1: was written recently. By someone trying to draw attention to
• 48:24
  Speaker 1: a long-buried truth. Perhaps guilt or fear of exposure, or
• 48:31
  Speaker 1: a second threat unfolding. Cray frowned. You'd think the diary
• 48:36
  Speaker 1: wasn't a warning of a future crime, but a confession
• 48:40
  Speaker 1: of a past one. Exactly, he rubbed his temples. And
• 48:45
  Speaker 1: you're tying this to Longbourn? I believe Godfrey had motive.
• 48:51
  Speaker 1: He had access to the church. He also dismissed the
• 48:55
  Speaker 1: diary a little too swiftly, and he certainly stood to
• 48:59
  Speaker 1: lose if Weatherby had exposed his misuse of funds. Cray hesitated.
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: But what about Basil Kent? You mentioned him before. He's frightened.
• 49:12
  Speaker 1: Possibly involved, but not central. He's hiding something, but I
• 49:17
  Speaker 1: don't yet believe it's murder. Cray grimaced. That's not the
• 49:23
  Speaker 1: same as proof. No, Miss Marple said calmly, but proof
• 49:29
  Speaker 1: is rarely a flash of lightning. It's more often a
• 49:33
  Speaker 1: slow morning fog, revealing the path inch by inch. That evening...
• 49:39
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple penned two notes. One was delivered to Basil Kent,
• 49:45
  Speaker 1: inviting him to tea the following day. The second she
• 49:49
  Speaker 1: slipped through the vicarage door, addressed to Florence. The tea
• 49:55
  Speaker 1: was set with shortbread and lemon slices. Basil arrived on time,
• 50:01
  Speaker 1: nervous but composed. Wasn't sure if I should come, he admitted.
• 50:06
  Speaker 1: I'm glad you did, Miss Marple said. You may find
• 50:10
  Speaker 1: that speaking truthfully lightens a heavier burden than silence ever can.
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: He looked down. I didn't hurt anyone, Miss Marple. I swear.
• 50:20
  Speaker 1: I believe you. I found the diary weeks ago, hidden
• 50:25
  Speaker 1: beneath the schoolroom floorboards. It wasn't old. It smelled of
• 50:29
  Speaker 1: fresh ink. But the entries, they frightened me. It was
• 50:35
  Speaker 1: as if someone was writing about things that had happened
• 50:39
  Speaker 1: as if they were going to happen. So you placed
• 50:43
  Speaker 1: it in the church. I didn't know what else to do.
• 50:48
  Speaker 1: I didn't want to destroy it, but I didn't want
• 50:50
  Speaker 1: to be found with it either. I thought someone else,
• 50:54
  Speaker 1: someone smarter, would understand. You didn't write it? No. But
• 51:01
  Speaker 1: I recognized the handwriting. He hesitated. It... looked like Edith Weatherby's.
• 51:08
  Speaker 1: I copied her lessons once, when I first took over
• 51:11
  Speaker 1: the school. Her samples were still in the desk drawers. This,
• 51:16
  Speaker 1: this was very close. Miss Marple studied him carefully. Why
• 51:22
  Speaker 1: didn't you say so? I thought if I said anything,
• 51:26
  Speaker 1: people would think I forged it. She poured his tea,
• 51:31
  Speaker 1: her tone gentle. But you didn't, no. And you didn't
• 51:35
  Speaker 1: set the fire? He paled. Fire? You were seen near
• 51:40
  Speaker 1: the reading-room that morning. I— I went there to look, to
• 51:45
  Speaker 1: see if the diary had ended up there. But I
• 51:49
  Speaker 1: didn't start a fire. Miss Marple believed him, but someone
• 51:54
  Speaker 1: else had. Later that evening, as dusk fell again over St.
• 52:00
  Speaker 1: Mary Mead, Miss Marple received a brief note in Return
• 52:05
  Speaker 1: from Florence. It read only, There's something you should see.
• 52:09
  Speaker 1: Meet me tomorrow, 10 a.m. in the vicarage attic. Miss
• 52:14
  Speaker 1: Marple folded it carefully and lit her lamp. One voice
• 52:19
  Speaker 1: had been heard from beyond the grave. Perhaps another would
• 52:23
  Speaker 1: soon follow. Chapter Eight The vicarage attic had long been
• 52:30
  Speaker 1: the quietest place in St. Mary Mead. A room of
• 52:34
  Speaker 1: forgotten vestments, mildewed boxes, and a thick, woollen silence that
• 52:40
  Speaker 1: made time feel suspended. Florence met Miss Marple at the
• 52:44
  Speaker 1: side gate, her face pale but determined. It's just through here,
• 52:50
  Speaker 1: she whispered, as if afraid the walls might listen. I
• 52:55
  Speaker 1: only went up there to find old donation records for
• 52:58
  Speaker 1: Reverend Biddle. But I found something else. They climbed the narrow,
• 53:05
  Speaker 1: winding stair past the belfry. The attic door creaked as
• 53:10
  Speaker 1: Florence pushed it open. Dust hung thick in the light,
• 53:15
  Speaker 1: slanting through a narrow window. The air smelled of old
• 53:19
  Speaker 1: sermons and long-decayed wood. Florence. led her to a battered
• 53:26
  Speaker 1: chest tucked beneath a beam. It was already open. I
• 53:30
  Speaker 1: found this, she said, lifting a flat parcel wrapped in oilskin.
• 53:36
  Speaker 1: Inside were a stack of papers, some yellowed, others crisp.
• 53:41
  Speaker 1: Several were bound loosely in a thin ribbon. Miss Marple knelt,
• 53:47
  Speaker 1: careful not to disturb the order, and examined the pages.
• 53:52
  Speaker 1: One bore a list of donations, Numbers that didn't match
• 53:56
  Speaker 1: with public records. Another was a partial transcript of what
• 54:00
  Speaker 1: appeared to be a speech. Edith Weatherby's handwriting again. But
• 54:06
  Speaker 1: most chilling was a single sheet tucked beneath the others.
• 54:10
  Speaker 1: A letter. To whomever finds this. I fear I will
• 54:15
  Speaker 1: not be able to speak what I know. Someone has
• 54:18
  Speaker 1: already tried to frighten me into silence. And now there
• 54:22
  Speaker 1: are signs they may try something more. I've left enough,
• 54:26
  Speaker 1: I hope, for someone to see what's been done. And
• 54:30
  Speaker 1: who profited? And who threatened? If this vanishes, then so have.
• 54:37
  Speaker 1: It was not signed, but there was no doubt whose
• 54:40
  Speaker 1: words they were. Miss Marple let out a quiet breath.
• 54:46
  Speaker 1: She feared for her life. Florence nodded, and she hid
• 54:50
  Speaker 1: her notes here. It would have been the safest place.
• 54:56
  Speaker 1: Most burglars don't ransack attics. Florence hesitated. There's one more thing.
• 55:06
  Speaker 1: She reached into her pocket and withdrew a small brass key.
• 55:11
  Speaker 1: I found this in a hymnal in the chapel cupboard.
• 55:14
  Speaker 1: I almost didn't keep it, but it looked odd. Handmade,
• 55:19
  Speaker 1: like someone filed it down. Miss Marple examined it. Too
• 55:24
  Speaker 1: small for most doors. Not a drawer either. Perhaps a cabinet?
• 55:30
  Speaker 1: Florence shrugged. I don't know. But Miss Marple did. Or
• 55:36
  Speaker 1: at least she had a strong suspicion. By afternoon the
• 55:40
  Speaker 1: clouds had lifted slightly, casting a wan gold over the rooftops.
• 55:46
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple walked directly to the village hall. Specifically, to
• 55:51
  Speaker 1: the old storage room behind the stage, where records from
• 55:55
  Speaker 1: council meetings were kept. It was rarely locked, but tucked
• 55:59
  Speaker 1: in the corner, half hidden behind a moth-eaten curtain, was
• 56:03
  Speaker 1: a filing cabinet she had seen once before. A sturdy
• 56:08
  Speaker 1: little thing, oddly out of place among the rusted chairs
• 56:12
  Speaker 1: and broken light stands. She tried the key. It turned
• 56:20
  Speaker 1: with a clean, quiet click. Inside were documents, dated, labelled,
• 56:26
  Speaker 1: filed far too neatly for a building otherwise draped in disrepair.
• 56:32
  Speaker 1: And there, tucked between historic building approvals, 1938-1951, and church
• 56:39
  Speaker 1: subsidy proposals, was a folder marked E.W. Miss Marple opened it.
• 56:45
  Speaker 1: Inside were typed statements. Old letters with annotated margins. Ledgers. and,
• 56:53
  Speaker 1: most damning, a notarized receipt bearing Godfrey Longbourn's signature, authorizing
• 57:00
  Speaker 1: a transfer of funds for repairs that had never taken place.
• 57:05
  Speaker 1: The money had gone to a third-party shell group, now dissolved,
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: buried quietly, filed under initials. It was no longer a suspicion.
• 57:17
  Speaker 1: It was evidence. Miss Marple closed the drawer. locked it,
• 57:23
  Speaker 1: and kept the key. This had never been about a
• 57:27
  Speaker 1: ghost from the past. This was about someone who'd kept
• 57:31
  Speaker 1: the corpse buried with paperwork and smiles. At twilight, Miss
• 57:37
  Speaker 1: Marple visited the Pendleton estate again. This time, Edith Pendleton
• 57:42
  Speaker 1: was voting for her.' You' ve found something,' she said simply.' Yes.'
• 57:49
  Speaker 1: I imagine you know I didn't write that diary. I
• 57:53
  Speaker 1: never thought you did, but you knew who did. A pause.
• 57:58
  Speaker 1: Edith's voice dropped. I believe it was my sister. Miss
• 58:03
  Speaker 1: Marple blinked. Agnes, Edith continued. She passed last year, quietly,
• 58:10
  Speaker 1: lived in Eastbourne. She and Edith Weatherby were close. Very
• 58:15
  Speaker 1: close once, I think. I think she knew what had
• 58:19
  Speaker 1: been done, and she didn't want it to disappear. You
• 58:23
  Speaker 1: believe she wrote the diary? I believe she copied from
• 58:27
  Speaker 1: Edith's letters. I believe she found them among old things.
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: Perhaps even papers that Edith Weatherby had sent her in fear.
• 58:38
  Speaker 1: Agnes never spoke of it, but she was always unsettled
• 58:43
  Speaker 1: around Godfrey. Did she ever return to St. Mary Mead? Once, briefly,
• 58:50
  Speaker 1: last summer. She said she needed to visit the old
• 58:54
  Speaker 1: reading room. She claimed she'd left a book here years ago,
• 58:58
  Speaker 1: and you didn't ask more. She was my older sister,
• 59:02
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple. I'd learned not to. Miss Marple studied her closely.
• 59:08
  Speaker 1: Then who set the fire? Edith's expression darkened. That I
• 59:15
  Speaker 1: don't know, but I suspect someone panicked. When the diary resurfaced,
• 59:21
  Speaker 1: someone who knew it would lead to real proof. Miss
• 59:25
  Speaker 1: Marple nodded slowly. And proof, unlike people, doesn't forget. That night,
• 59:34
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple sat by her lamp and sorted the papers
• 59:38
  Speaker 1: in silence. Each clue, each name, each document was now
• 59:43
  Speaker 1: part of a tapestry. A net tightening around the real killer.
• 59:49
  Speaker 1: No more speculation. No more shadows. Tomorrow, she would gather
• 59:55
  Speaker 1: the final threads. and someone in St. Mary Mead would
• 1:00:00
  Speaker 1: finally run out of silence to hide behind. Chapter 9
• 1:00:07
  Speaker 1: The next morning broke bright and brittle, sunlight flashing off rooftops,
• 1:00:13
  Speaker 1: as if the village itself had something to confess. Miss
• 1:00:17
  Speaker 1: Marple rose early, her bag carefully packed with folded documents
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 1: and the diaries. Surviving Notes Today It was time to
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 1: speak not only with those who had erred, but with
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 1: those who had watched in silence. She began with Basil Kent.
• 1:00:38
  Speaker 1: He opened the schoolhouse door with more caution than before,
• 1:00:43
  Speaker 1: his collar askew, eyes shadowed by restless nights. Didn't write
• 1:00:48
  Speaker 1: the diary, he said before she even spoke. I know,
• 1:00:53
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple replied, stepping inside. but I also know you
• 1:00:58
  Speaker 1: recognized more than just the handwriting. He stiffened. What do
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 1: you mean? I mean, Mr. Kent, that it's time to
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 1: admit how much you knew of Edith Weatherby's suspicions. Long
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 1: before any diary appeared, he swallowed. She came to me once,
• 1:01:17
  Speaker 1: not long before she died. Miss Marple nodded slowly. She
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 1: trusted you. I was new then. She thought I might
• 1:01:27
  Speaker 1: still be untouched by village politics. She said she didn't
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 1: want to die with a secret in her mouth. And
• 1:01:35
  Speaker 1: yet she did. She gave me some papers. I read them.
• 1:01:40
  Speaker 1: Then I panicked. I burned most of them. He looked down.
• 1:01:44
  Speaker 1: But I kept one. I didn't even understand why at
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 1: the time. Maybe guilt. Maybe fear. Was it a letter?
• 1:01:54
  Speaker 1: He hesitated, then opened a drawer and handed her a
• 1:01:58
  Speaker 1: single page. Typed. Dated. Godfrey approved the transfer. He said,
• 1:02:06
  Speaker 1: No one would notice. I said someone always does. I
• 1:02:10
  Speaker 1: think I've made a mistake trusting him. Miss Marple folded
• 1:02:16
  Speaker 1: it carefully and slipped it into her handbag. Why didn't
• 1:02:20
  Speaker 1: you come forward sooner? I didn't want to be dragged
• 1:02:24
  Speaker 1: into it. I told myself it wasn't proof, that she
• 1:02:29
  Speaker 1: might have been mistaken. But when Florence found the diary,
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 1: I knew. The writing was hers. The warnings were real.
• 1:02:39
  Speaker 1: Who do you believe set the fire? Pinch it. Voice dropped.
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 1: I saw someone that morning, near the vicarage hedge, tall
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 1: coat drawn up. He had a bundle under his arm.
• 1:02:51
  Speaker 1: I couldn't see the face. Why didn't you tell Cray?
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 1: I thought it might have been Florence. Miss Marple blinked. Why?
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 1: She looked scared. I thought, maybe she found something else.
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 1: Something she shouldn't have, and wanted it gone. Miss Marple's
• 1:03:13
  Speaker 1: expression didn't change, but inside her thoughts moved swiftly. Fear
• 1:03:20
  Speaker 1: could cloud judgment. But now, Basil had confirmed two important things,
• 1:03:27
  Speaker 1: the warnings were real, and someone had been seen carrying
• 1:03:31
  Speaker 1: a bundle toward the fire, just after the diary had resurfaced.
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 1: She left the schoolhouse and went directly to the vicarage,
• 1:03:42
  Speaker 1: where Reverend Biddle was pacing the garden with a nervous
• 1:03:45
  Speaker 1: energy that didn't suit his usual calm. You've spoken to Basil,
• 1:03:51
  Speaker 1: he said, not unkindly. Miss Marple inclined her head. I have.
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 1: He told me something, too. Something that makes this more complicated, yes? Florence.
• 1:04:08
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple waited. She told me yesterday that she remembered
• 1:04:13
  Speaker 1: seeing Godfrey in the vestry. Late, the night before the
• 1:04:17
  Speaker 1: diary was discovered. Did she say what he was doing?
• 1:04:22
  Speaker 1: She only saw his coat as he left. She didn't
• 1:04:25
  Speaker 1: say anything then. But now, now she believes he was
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 1: placing the diary there. Miss Marple was quiet. That would
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 1: explain why Godfrey had so quickly retrieved it from Florence.
• 1:04:40
  Speaker 1: Why he'd insisted it was nothing. Why he hadn't looked
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 1: surprised when told what it contained. Because he already knew.
• 1:04:50
  Speaker 1: But why? Biddle asked helplessly. If he wanted to bury it,
• 1:04:55
  Speaker 1: why put it where it could be found? Miss Marple
• 1:04:59
  Speaker 1: turned to the vicar. Because perhaps, Reverend, Godfrey wasn't trying
• 1:05:04
  Speaker 1: to bury it. Biddle frowned. Then what was he doing?
• 1:05:09
  Speaker 1: Controlling it, she turned to go. I believe, she added,
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 1: that your niece may have been manipulated into thinking she
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 1: was the one who brought it into light, when in
• 1:05:21
  Speaker 1: fact she only carried out the final step of someone
• 1:05:26
  Speaker 1: else's plan. That afternoon the village held its breath. Florence
• 1:05:33
  Speaker 1: stayed home, pale and still shaken. Basil kept to the schoolhouse.
• 1:05:39
  Speaker 1: Edith Pendleton did not emerge from her estate, and Godfrey Longbourn,
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 1: who usually enjoyed a daily stroll through the square, was
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 1: nowhere to be seen. But Miss Marple knew where to
• 1:05:53
  Speaker 1: find him. She arrived at the solicitor's office just before closing.
• 1:05:59
  Speaker 1: The clerk had already gone. Only Godfrey remained, seated behind
• 1:06:05
  Speaker 1: his large mahogany desk, eyes drawn, He did not rise
• 1:06:09
  Speaker 1: when she entered. Miss Marple, he said, I suppose it's
• 1:06:14
  Speaker 1: come to this. I'm afraid so. He leaned back, sighing.
• 1:06:19
  Speaker 1: I never meant for her to die. That's what most
• 1:06:24
  Speaker 1: people say, Mr. Longbourn. Especially when they've spent years hiding
• 1:06:28
  Speaker 1: the fact. He chuckled bitterly. She was clever, too clever.
• 1:06:35
  Speaker 1: Edith Weatherby never let go of anything. Not an idea,
• 1:06:39
  Speaker 1: not a grudge, not a letter. And you forged the
• 1:06:43
  Speaker 1: diary to redirect attention. He blinked. I beg your pardon?
• 1:06:50
  Speaker 1: I believe you copied her voice. Perhaps from old letters,
• 1:06:55
  Speaker 1: so that when the time came, you could control the story.
• 1:06:59
  Speaker 1: Florence would find it. The village would whisper. But the
• 1:07:03
  Speaker 1: names would remain absent. Except the initials, just enough to mislead.
• 1:07:10
  Speaker 1: He said nothing. But you made a mistake, she added.
• 1:07:14
  Speaker 1: You didn't count on what else would survive. A hidden letter,
• 1:07:19
  Speaker 1: a hollow book, a key in a hymnal. A schoolteacher
• 1:07:23
  Speaker 1: who saved one damning page. He looked away. You can't
• 1:07:28
  Speaker 1: prove I harmed her. No, she said gently. But I
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 1: can prove you robbed her. that you tried to burn
• 1:07:37
  Speaker 1: her words, that you signed documents authorizing fraudulent transfers, and
• 1:07:43
  Speaker 1: that you've lied about your involvement from the very beginning. Still,
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 1: he said nothing. Miss Marple stood. The truth always finds
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 1: its way, Mr. Longbourn, even when buried beneath ink and ashes.
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 1: Chapter 10 Miss Marple left the solicitor's office with a
• 1:08:05
  Speaker 1: quiet sense of gravity, not triumph. Godfrey Longbourn had said little,
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 1: but his silence had offered more than he realized. She
• 1:08:17
  Speaker 1: had seen it many times before, when people were no
• 1:08:21
  Speaker 1: longer defending innocence, only bargaining with guilt. Still, guilt was
• 1:08:27
  Speaker 1: not a confession, and Miss Marple was was not yet satisfied.
• 1:08:33
  Speaker 1: She needed him to say it, or to do something
• 1:08:36
  Speaker 1: only the guilty would. That evening, she invited a small
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 1: group for tea at her cottage, nothing formal, just a gathering,
• 1:08:46
  Speaker 1: as she put it, to soothe frayed village nerves. Her
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 1: guests were carefully chosen, Florence Biddle, Basil Kent, Reverend Biddle, and,
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 1: after a slight hesitation, Godfrey Longbourn. All of them had
• 1:09:06
  Speaker 1: been touched by the diary in different ways. All of
• 1:09:10
  Speaker 1: them had something left to reveal. The parlour was warm,
• 1:09:15
  Speaker 1: and the tea was lemon-scented. Miss Marple kept the conversation
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 1: light at first, Village matters, garden pests, the endless question
• 1:09:25
  Speaker 1: of whether the women's circle should permit male guests at
• 1:09:28
  Speaker 1: the spring fair. But as the second round of tea
• 1:09:33
  Speaker 1: was poured, her tone shifted subtly. Curious, she said, stirring gently,
• 1:09:42
  Speaker 1: how long certain truths can lie dormant, hidden in attics,
• 1:09:47
  Speaker 1: filed in forgotten drawers, or slipped into books. Godfrey shifted slightly.
• 1:09:55
  Speaker 1: Florence stared into her teacup. Battle glanced toward the fire,
• 1:10:01
  Speaker 1: where a letter lay unopened on the hearth table. Miss
• 1:10:06
  Speaker 1: Marple continued. Even more curious, I think, is how the
• 1:10:10
  Speaker 1: same person might be mentioned in very different voices. Admired
• 1:10:15
  Speaker 1: in one letter, feared in another. She turned to Godfrey.
• 1:10:21
  Speaker 1: Did you know Edith Weatherby left drafts of her speech
• 1:10:25
  Speaker 1: in more than one place? He met her gaze. No,
• 1:10:30
  Speaker 1: I didn't. Miss Marple tilted her head. So the fire
• 1:10:35
  Speaker 1: at the reading room, was that merely coincidence? Florence's eyes widened.
• 1:10:43
  Speaker 1: Godfrey offered a tight smile. Surely you're not suggesting I
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 1: set a fire, Miss Marple. I suggest nothing. she said lightly.
• 1:10:54
  Speaker 1: I only observe. Like how someone who feared exposure might
• 1:10:59
  Speaker 1: wish to control the timing of what's found, and by whom.
• 1:11:04
  Speaker 1: She rose and picked up the letter from the hearth-table.
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 1: I've received this anonymously, she lied. It claims Edith Weatherby
• 1:11:15
  Speaker 1: had written a final secret confession, one naming the person
• 1:11:20
  Speaker 1: who threatened her Everyone sat perfectly still. Miss Marple didn't
• 1:11:27
  Speaker 1: open the envelope. She didn't need to. Instead, she folded
• 1:11:31
  Speaker 1: her hands. Of course, it may be nothing. An invention.
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 1: But I do wonder, if I were to read it
• 1:11:39
  Speaker 1: aloud now, would anyone feel alarmed? A silence stretched. Then,
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 1: almost imperceptibly, Godfrey's hand twitched. Florence noticed it first. She
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 1: leaned away slightly, as if instinctively bracing. Basil cleared his throat.'
• 1:12:00
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple, who sent that letter?'' No name, but it
• 1:12:07
  Speaker 1: was slipped through my door at midnight.' Godfrey spoke then,
• 1:12:12
  Speaker 1: voice strained.' That' s a dangerous thing, to wave accusations in
• 1:12:18
  Speaker 1: a room like this.' Is it, Miss Marple replied gently,
• 1:12:23
  Speaker 1: or is it dangerous to let silence rule when words
• 1:12:26
  Speaker 1: could still prevent further harm? She placed the envelope back
• 1:12:31
  Speaker 1: on the table. I shall give it to Inspector Cray tomorrow.
• 1:12:35
  Speaker 1: He's quite good at spotting forged handwriting. Better, even, than
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 1: our village solicitor. The trap was set, and though she
• 1:12:47
  Speaker 1: spoke with a smile, She watched Godfrey closely, saw the
• 1:12:52
  Speaker 1: faint pulse quickening at his temple, the sudden tightness of
• 1:12:57
  Speaker 1: his jaw. He excused himself a few minutes later, muttering
• 1:13:02
  Speaker 1: something about a client meeting. He left his half-finished tea behind.
• 1:13:08
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple waited until the door closed. Florence, she said softly,
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 1: do you still have the key you found? Florence nodded. Good. Reverend,
• 1:13:20
  Speaker 1: would you be so kind as to accompany her to
• 1:13:23
  Speaker 1: the church? Tonight, go to the old confession cabinet in
• 1:13:27
  Speaker 1: the left chapel wing. Use the key. You may find
• 1:13:31
  Speaker 1: something folded in the hollow panel. If it's there, please
• 1:13:35
  Speaker 1: bring it directly to Inspector Cray. Basil frowned, but I
• 1:13:41
  Speaker 1: thought the cabinet was empty. So did the person who
• 1:13:45
  Speaker 1: hid something else there earlier. But they may have panicked tonight,
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 1: and returned. Two hours later, Inspector Cray knocked at Miss
• 1:13:55
  Speaker 1: Marple's door. He was holding a small black ledger. Found it,
• 1:14:00
  Speaker 1: he said simply. Tucked where you said it might be.
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple motioned him inside. The book was thin, but
• 1:14:09
  Speaker 1: tightly written. An accounts journal. Personal. Not Edith Weatherby's, but
• 1:14:15
  Speaker 1: Godfrey Longbourn's. Buried at some point after the diary appeared,
• 1:14:21
  Speaker 1: the entries matched several missing lines from church council records.
• 1:14:26
  Speaker 1: Including one entry dated the morning after Edith's death. Funds moved.
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 1: Silence achieved. Final loose end. Her copy of the proposal.
• 1:14:39
  Speaker 1: Must be found before spring. Miss Marple closed the book gently.
• 1:14:46
  Speaker 1: He buried the diary. then faked a new one to
• 1:14:49
  Speaker 1: frame a narrative he could control. Cray nodded grimly. We'll
• 1:14:54
  Speaker 1: take him in tomorrow. Fraud. Obstruction. Possibly more, if the
• 1:15:00
  Speaker 1: coroner reopens Weatherby's file. He won't fight, Miss Marple said.
• 1:15:05
  Speaker 1: Not now. As Cray left, Florence lingered in the doorway.
• 1:15:11
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple, she asked, if we hadn't found that diary.
• 1:15:16
  Speaker 1: you would have gone on believing her death was natural.
• 1:15:20
  Speaker 1: Florence nodded slowly. Then I'm glad I found it, even
• 1:15:26
  Speaker 1: if it frightened me. Miss Marple gave her a small smile. Sometimes, Florence,
• 1:15:33
  Speaker 1: fear is the only thing that pushes truth into the light.
• 1:15:38
  Speaker 1: Chapter 11 The next morning was still and grey. as
• 1:15:44
  Speaker 1: if the village itself were holding its breath. Word of
• 1:15:48
  Speaker 1: Godfrey Longbourn's arrest travelled swiftly through St Mary Mead, not
• 1:15:54
  Speaker 1: shouted or gossiped, but passed in hushed exchanges over hedge,
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 1: fences and beneath market stalls. No one shouted, no one defended,
• 1:16:05
  Speaker 1: they simply knew. the vicarage, Reverend Biddle read aloud a
• 1:16:10
  Speaker 1: gentle statement to the parishioners gathered for morning prayer. There
• 1:16:15
  Speaker 1: will be questions, he said, and that is right. But
• 1:16:20
  Speaker 1: let us remember that justice need not be loud to
• 1:16:24
  Speaker 1: be righteous, and that truth, however long delayed, always seeks
• 1:16:28
  Speaker 1: the light. Florence stood to the side, her hands clasped tightly.
• 1:16:34
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple gave her a slight nod from the back pew.
• 1:16:38
  Speaker 1: After the service, Inspector Cray joined Miss Marple in the churchyard,
• 1:16:43
  Speaker 1: near the headstone of Edith Weatherby.' He hasn't confessed,' Cray said.'
• 1:16:49
  Speaker 1: He won't,' Miss Marple replied.' Not fully. But the ledger,
• 1:16:56
  Speaker 1: the diary, the forged entries, all of it adds up.''
• 1:17:00
  Speaker 1: It does,' she said.' But you're missing one thing.' Cray
• 1:17:06
  Speaker 1: raised an eyebrow, Miss Marple turned slightly. He didn't kill her.
• 1:17:11
  Speaker 1: Cray blinked. What? Oh, he threatened her. He manipulated the records, yes,
• 1:17:19
  Speaker 1: and he tried to destroy what she'd left behind. But
• 1:17:23
  Speaker 1: Edith Weatherby's death was natural, at least in the medical sense.
• 1:17:27
  Speaker 1: Then why all the cover-up? Because he believed he'd killed her,
• 1:17:32
  Speaker 1: she said quietly. The threat he issued frightened her terribly.
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  Speaker 1: She stopped eating, slept poorly. He pushed her close enough
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  Speaker 1: to the edge that when her heart gave out, he
• 1:17:46
  Speaker 1: assumed responsibility, and from then on, he lived as if
• 1:17:50
  Speaker 1: guilty of murder. Cray exhaled slowly. So he faked the diary,
• 1:17:58
  Speaker 1: to mislead the village into a false narrative he could contain. Exactly.
• 1:18:05
  Speaker 1: A controlled leak is easier to silence than an uncontained truth.
• 1:18:10
  Speaker 1: But someone else, someone with a conscience, took that narrative
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  Speaker 1: and opened it up. Agnes Pendleton. She began it, yes.
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  Speaker 1: And after her death, the threads were picked up by others.
• 1:18:27
  Speaker 1: Cray looked at the sky. It's still a crime. Just
• 1:18:33
  Speaker 1: not the one we thought. Miss Marple gave him a
• 1:18:36
  Speaker 1: sharp look. Oh, it's very much a crime. A death
• 1:18:41
  Speaker 1: surrounded by lies is still a death steeped in guilt.
• 1:18:46
  Speaker 1: Later that afternoon, Florence visited Miss Marple's cottage. Her posture
• 1:18:52
  Speaker 1: was steadier now, still cautious, but no longer unsure. Is
• 1:18:57
  Speaker 1: it strange, she said, to feel relief over something so sad?
• 1:19:03
  Speaker 1: Not at all, Miss Marple replied, setting out tea. Truth
• 1:19:07
  Speaker 1: often comes with grief. But it also comes with clarity.
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  Speaker 1: Florence nodded. I thought I was going mad when I
• 1:19:17
  Speaker 1: found that diary. Like it was predicting something that hadn't happened.
• 1:19:24
  Speaker 1: In a way, it was, Miss Marple said. It predicted
• 1:19:29
  Speaker 1: what would happen if no one looked closely. It was
• 1:19:33
  Speaker 1: a mirror held up to the past, disguised as a
• 1:19:36
  Speaker 1: warning for the future. Florence sipped her tea. And Basil?
• 1:19:41
  Speaker 1: He's safe and wiser. I never really liked him before,
• 1:19:46
  Speaker 1: Florence said with a small smile. But now, I don't know.
• 1:19:53
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple smiled. He's not the type to dazzle, but
• 1:19:57
  Speaker 1: he listens, and in my experience, that's rarer than charm.
• 1:20:02
  Speaker 1: Florence looked at her. And you? Do you ever grow
• 1:20:07
  Speaker 1: tired of knowing so much? Frequently, Miss Marple said with
• 1:20:12
  Speaker 1: a chuckle, but one learns to bear it, like arthritis.
• 1:20:17
  Speaker 1: As the sun lowered behind the church steeple, Miss Marple
• 1:20:21
  Speaker 1: returned one last time to the place where it all began,
• 1:20:26
  Speaker 1: the vestry. She stood before the wainscoting, where the diary
• 1:20:32
  Speaker 1: had first been found. The faint smear of ink was
• 1:20:36
  Speaker 1: gone now, cleaned. in the days since the fire. But
• 1:20:41
  Speaker 1: she remembered it clearly, just as she remembered the way
• 1:20:45
  Speaker 1: the village had shifted around the crime, like a house
• 1:20:49
  Speaker 1: settling after a storm. The weight redistributed, the foundations held,
• 1:20:55
  Speaker 1: still a scar remained, and then, as she turned to leave,
• 1:21:00
  Speaker 1: she noticed something small caught in the edge of the
• 1:21:03
  Speaker 1: altar cloth, a page, torn, folded, She plucked it carefully
• 1:21:09
  Speaker 1: and opened it. It was written in Edith Weatherby's hand.
• 1:21:13
  Speaker 1: I pray someone understands, not just the crime, but the silence,
• 1:21:18
  Speaker 1: the years it took to be heard. If this page
• 1:21:22
  Speaker 1: survives me, let it say simply, I tried. I truly did.
• 1:21:28
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple folded it with reverence and tucked it into
• 1:21:32
  Speaker 1: her coat. No grand declarations. No revelations, just a quiet
• 1:21:39
  Speaker 1: truth finally seen. Chapter 12 The drawing-room at the vicarage
• 1:21:47
  Speaker 1: had been rearranged for the occasion. Reverend Biddle, at Miss
• 1:21:51
  Speaker 1: Marple's request, had laid out a simple tea-service, though no
• 1:21:56
  Speaker 1: one seemed eager for scones. Seated around the table were
• 1:22:01
  Speaker 1: the same four faces from the trap she had sprung
• 1:22:05
  Speaker 1: days before, Basil Kent, quiet and watchful. Florence, Biddle, hands
• 1:22:13
  Speaker 1: clasped in her lap. Edith Pendleton, spine stiff but no
• 1:22:18
  Speaker 1: longer defensive. And Inspector Cray, his notebook unopened, waiting not
• 1:22:24
  Speaker 1: to take notes, but to witness the conclusion. Miss Marple
• 1:22:29
  Speaker 1: stood beside the hearth, composed her hands folded before her.
• 1:22:34
  Speaker 1: I thank you all for coming, she said, and for
• 1:22:37
  Speaker 1: your patience. She looked at each of them in turn.
• 1:22:41
  Speaker 1: I've asked you here not to accuse, but to explain.
• 1:22:45
  Speaker 1: Because the truth in this case, like many others I've seen,
• 1:22:50
  Speaker 1: is not one truth, but a weaving of smaller truths.
• 1:22:55
  Speaker 1: Threads tangled together until the whole became impossible to see clearly.
• 1:23:01
  Speaker 1: She paused. This began not with the diaries, but with
• 1:23:05
  Speaker 1: a woman who refused to be silent, Edith Weatherby. A
• 1:23:10
  Speaker 1: ripple moved through the room. She discovered financial misconduct, specifically
• 1:23:16
  Speaker 1: the misappropriation of restoration funds earmarked for the church. She
• 1:23:21
  Speaker 1: had documents, records, and planned to speak publicly. She confided
• 1:23:26
  Speaker 1: in two people, Basil Kent, who was too afraid to act,
• 1:23:31
  Speaker 1: and her friend Agnes Pendleton. Edith Pendleton let out a
• 1:23:37
  Speaker 1: soft breath, but said nothing. Godfrey Longbourn threatened her, Miss
• 1:23:45
  Speaker 1: Marple continued, not with violence, but with disgrace, with isolation,
• 1:23:52
  Speaker 1: the kind of threat that poisons slowly. And then she died.
• 1:23:57
  Speaker 1: Her heart, already weakened, could not withstand the strain. Cray
• 1:24:03
  Speaker 1: finally spoke. We've confirmed that. No poison. No signs of tampering.
• 1:24:10
  Speaker 1: Her death was natural, but preventable. Miss Marple nodded. Yet
• 1:24:16
  Speaker 1: Godfrey believed her death was his doing. Not directly, but morally.
• 1:24:23
  Speaker 1: And so he acted. He destroyed her letters, buried documents,
• 1:24:28
  Speaker 1: and eventually he tried to reclaim the narrative. The diary.
• 1:24:34
  Speaker 1: Basil murmured. Yes, a fabrication, but a clever one. Godfrey
• 1:24:41
  Speaker 1: copied her tone, her style, likely from old correspondence. Then
• 1:24:47
  Speaker 1: he planted it in the church vestry, knowing Florence would
• 1:24:51
  Speaker 1: find it. That act, he believed, would allow him to
• 1:24:55
  Speaker 1: control the damage. He could dismiss it, call it a prank,
• 1:24:58
  Speaker 1: and contain the fallout. Florence looked stunned. But why mention
• 1:25:06
  Speaker 1: a future death? Because it redirected attention, Miss Marple said gently.
• 1:25:13
  Speaker 1: Instead of asking who killed Edith Weatherby, the village began
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 1: wondering who might die next. He created a new mystery
• 1:25:21
  Speaker 1: to bury the old one. Basil frowned. Then the fire? Stashik, nay,
• 1:25:30
  Speaker 1: to destroy what he couldn't be sure hadn't survived. He
• 1:25:34
  Speaker 1: didn't know Edith had left documents in the reading room,
• 1:25:38
  Speaker 1: hidden in a hollow book, nor that she had made copies,
• 1:25:42
  Speaker 1: one of which Agnes discovered and kept after her sister's death. Agnes,
• 1:25:48
  Speaker 1: out of guilt or a final sense of duty, assembled
• 1:25:52
  Speaker 1: them and passed them along before she died. Miss Marple
• 1:25:58
  Speaker 1: looked to Edith Pendleton now. and ordered you, Mrs. Pendleton,
• 1:26:04
  Speaker 1: new pieces. You didn't forge or conceal, but you protected
• 1:26:09
  Speaker 1: your sister, and you stayed silent because silence had kept
• 1:26:14
  Speaker 1: your family's name safe for decades. Edith's eyes were wet now,
• 1:26:19
  Speaker 1: but she didn't speak. Miss Marple continued. Battle, for his part,
• 1:26:25
  Speaker 1: found the diary after it had been misplaced, likely dropped
• 1:26:29
  Speaker 1: or discarded by Godfrey in a moment of doubt. Basil
• 1:26:34
  Speaker 1: feared being implicated, so he hid it in the church,
• 1:26:38
  Speaker 1: hoping someone else would find it. And Florence, well, Florence
• 1:26:44
  Speaker 1: stumbled into the centre of it all by being exactly
• 1:26:48
  Speaker 1: what Godfrey needed, credible, innocent, and easily convinced that the
• 1:26:54
  Speaker 1: threat was real. Florence flushed, but Miss Marple offered her
• 1:26:59
  Speaker 1: a kind smile. You may have been misled, Florence, but
• 1:27:04
  Speaker 1: in the end you did exactly what Edith hoped someone
• 1:27:08
  Speaker 1: would do. You took her voice seriously. Inspector Cray leaned
• 1:27:15
  Speaker 1: back slightly. And the forged ledger! Godfrey's real signature, Miss
• 1:27:21
  Speaker 1: Marple confirmed. An error born from habit. He didn't expect
• 1:27:27
  Speaker 1: it to resurface. He believed the filing cabinet hidden and unimportant,
• 1:27:33
  Speaker 1: but he should have known that nothing stays buried forever
• 1:27:36
  Speaker 1: in a village like this. There was silence. Not stunned,
• 1:27:42
  Speaker 1: not scandalized, just stillness, acceptance. Miss Marple gave a final nod.
• 1:27:51
  Speaker 1: Justice is not always dramatic. Sometimes it is simply the
• 1:27:57
  Speaker 1: return of truth to its rightful place. Cray stood. He'll
• 1:28:03
  Speaker 1: be charged formally today. Fraud, destruction of public records, and
• 1:28:09
  Speaker 1: whatever else Crown Council decides. Edith Pendleton rose with dignity.
• 1:28:16
  Speaker 1: And the name of St. Mary. Mead? Miss Marple looked
• 1:28:21
  Speaker 1: at her. Will survive? truthfully, this time. As the guests dispersed,
• 1:28:29
  Speaker 1: Florence lingered. Do you think Edith Weatherby knew this would
• 1:28:33
  Speaker 1: all come to light? Miss Marple smiled faintly. I think
• 1:28:38
  Speaker 1: she hoped And sometimes—'' Florence, hope is the sharpest kind
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 1: of justice there is.' Chapter 13 A week later, St.
• 1:28:50
  Speaker 1: Mary Mead had resumed its rhythm. But not quite its innocence.
• 1:28:55
  Speaker 1: The village green remained quiet. The usual idle chatter in
• 1:28:59
  Speaker 1: the post-office had softened, and at the vicarage, Reverend Biddle's
• 1:29:04
  Speaker 1: sermons carried a weight not present before. Justice had arrived, yes,
• 1:29:12
  Speaker 1: but it had arrived quietly, without spectacle. Godfrey, long-born, had
• 1:29:19
  Speaker 1: been taken to London under formal charge. There would be
• 1:29:23
  Speaker 1: no dramatic trial in St. Marymead, no reporters with notebooks
• 1:29:27
  Speaker 1: crowding the lanes, his fate would unfold somewhere far from
• 1:29:31
  Speaker 1: the village he had once so confidently controlled. But the
• 1:29:36
  Speaker 1: damage he had done, through deceit, silence and manipulation, would
• 1:29:42
  Speaker 1: not be so easily relocated. At Miss Marple's cottage, the
• 1:29:48
  Speaker 1: fire was crackling, low, a kettle warming over its steady hiss.
• 1:29:54
  Speaker 1: Florence Biddle arrived carrying a brown envelope. It came this morning,
• 1:30:00
  Speaker 1: she said, from the Home Office. Addressed to you. Miss
• 1:30:04
  Speaker 1: Marple opened it slowly. Inside was a typed statement. An
• 1:30:08
  Speaker 1: official document. Confidential. Internal File Re. Case. 73927. Subject. Edith Weatherby.
• 1:30:17
  Speaker 1: Cause of Death. After review of submitted documents and handwriting, samples,
• 1:30:27
  Speaker 1: see attached, we confirm that the ledger, forged diary, and
• 1:30:31
  Speaker 1: multiple annotations were not authored by the deceased. However, samples
• 1:30:37
  Speaker 1: recovered from multiple hidden sources were verified against letters in
• 1:30:41
  Speaker 1: our records, and a positive match was confirmed. Cause of
• 1:30:47
  Speaker 1: death remains natural. Cardiac failure. but context surrounding emotional and
• 1:30:54
  Speaker 1: psychological duress deemed sufficient for ongoing criminal inquiry related to
• 1:30:59
  Speaker 1: inducement of distress and posthumous obstruction. Miss Marple folded the
• 1:31:06
  Speaker 1: document neatly and returned it to the envelope.' It' s what
• 1:31:11
  Speaker 1: we expected,' she said gently. Florence nodded, still, to see
• 1:31:18
  Speaker 1: it confirmed. It makes it real. Miss Marple looked at her,
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 1: eyes soft. Some truths require paper. Others, they simply live
• 1:31:31
  Speaker 1: in how we choose to remember. They sat in silence
• 1:31:36
  Speaker 1: a moment. Outside, the church bell rang noon. Florence rose.
• 1:31:42
  Speaker 1: I think I might stay on in St. Mary Mead,
• 1:31:45
  Speaker 1: she said with quiet certainty. For a while, Help with
• 1:31:50
  Speaker 1: the archives. Properly, I mean, Miss Marple smiled. A fitting
• 1:31:56
  Speaker 1: way to honour someone who wanted her words to matter.
• 1:31:59
  Speaker 1: Florence left soon after, coat drawn around her shoulders, chin
• 1:32:04
  Speaker 1: lifted higher than it had been in weeks. Miss Marple
• 1:32:09
  Speaker 1: returned to her chair and picked up a folded piece
• 1:32:13
  Speaker 1: of stationery. One of Edith Weatherby's final notes. The one
• 1:32:18
  Speaker 1: retrieved from the altar cloth. She read it again. I tried.
• 1:32:23
  Speaker 1: I truly did. It was not grand. It was not conclusive.
• 1:32:28
  Speaker 1: But it had been enough. Three days later, a new
• 1:32:33
  Speaker 1: plaque was placed in the church's reading room. Restored modestly
• 1:32:37
  Speaker 1: after the fire, it read, In memory of Edith Weatherby.
• 1:32:42
  Speaker 1: A voice for truth. A keeper of records. a friend
• 1:32:47
  Speaker 1: to the future. It had been suggested by Florence, approved
• 1:32:53
  Speaker 1: by Reverend Biddle, and paid for anonymously by Basil Kent.
• 1:32:59
  Speaker 1: Few commented aloud on the choice of words, but those
• 1:33:04
  Speaker 1: who had been close to the storm felt them deeply.
• 1:33:09
  Speaker 1: Miss Marple did not attend the quiet unveiling. She had
• 1:33:13
  Speaker 1: no need to, She had seen enough memorials in her
• 1:33:17
  Speaker 1: time to know that the truest ones were not made
• 1:33:20
  Speaker 1: of bronze or marble, but of consequence. That Sunday, Miss
• 1:33:27
  Speaker 1: Marple sat on her garden bench with a letter in
• 1:33:30
  Speaker 1: her lap, newly arrived from Eastbourne. It had been redirected
• 1:33:34
  Speaker 1: through two forwarding addresses, marked as Found Among Personal Effects.
• 1:33:41
  Speaker 1: It was addressed in a slanted, feminine hand. Miss Marple, St.
• 1:33:46
  Speaker 1: Mary Mead, to be sent if anything happens to me.
• 1:33:51
  Speaker 1: The handwriting belonged to Agnes Pendleton. Miss Marple opened it slowly.
• 1:33:58
  Speaker 1: Dear Miss Marple, you do not know me personally, though
• 1:34:03
  Speaker 1: I've heard your name more than once. My sister Edith
• 1:34:07
  Speaker 1: speaks of you with admiration, though she would never admit
• 1:34:11
  Speaker 1: it aloud. I am writing not for myself, but for
• 1:34:17
  Speaker 1: someone we both care about, Edith Weatherby. She was frightened.
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 1: They made her feel mad for noticing, mad for caring.
• 1:34:28
  Speaker 1: And then they made her disappear in plain sight. If
• 1:34:32
  Speaker 1: this letter has found you, it means I was too
• 1:34:35
  Speaker 1: late to speak aloud what needed to be said. But you,
• 1:34:40
  Speaker 1: perhaps you still can. Some truths outlive us. Please let
• 1:34:45
  Speaker 1: this be one of them. A.P. Miss Marple refolded the
• 1:34:49
  Speaker 1: letter and tucked it inside her diary. Not the kind
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 1: filled with predictions or manipulations, but one of quiet observations
• 1:34:59
  Speaker 1: and garden notes. She closed the cover and exhaled softly.
• 1:35:05
  Speaker 1: It was done. The diary that shouldn't have existed had
• 1:35:10
  Speaker 1: not predicted a death. It had revived one. And this
• 1:35:16
  Speaker 1: time the village had listened.