Chapter 9: IX

IX After leaving a message at the police station, the Chief Constable announced his intention of paying a visit to Miss Marple. “You’d better come with me, vicar,” he said. “I don’t want to give a member of your flock hysterics. So lend the weight of your soothing presence.” I smiled. For all her fragile appearance, Miss Marple is capable of holding her own with any policeman or Chief Constable in existence. “What’s she like?” asked the colonel, as we rang the bell. “Anything she say…