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regime?’
    ‘It isn’t nonsense. It’s quite true. It’s upset Louise a good deal.’
    ‘Tell her she needn’t worry—when the Murgatroyds were caretakers they never stopped grumbling about the place—they only stayed because Murgatroyd drank and couldn’t get another job.’
    ‘I’ll tell her,’ said Clarice doubtfully, ‘but I don’t think she’ll believe you. The old woman fairly screams with rage.’
    ‘Always used to be fond of Harry as a boy. I can’t understand it.’
    Clarice said, ‘Oh, well—they’ll be rid of her soon. Harry’s paying her passage to America.’
    Three days later, Louise was thrown from her horse and killed.
    Two men in a baker’s van were witnesses of the accident. They saw Louise ride out of the gates, saw the old woman spring up and stand in the road waving her arms and shouting, saw the horse start, swerve, and then bolt madly down the road, flinging Louise Laxton over his head.
    One of them stood over the unconscious figure, not knowing what to do, while the other rushed to the house to get help.
    Harry Laxton came running out, his face ghastly. They took off a door of the van and carried her on it to the house. She died without regaining consciousness and before the doctor arrived.
    (End of Doctor Haydock’s manuscript.)
VIII
    When Doctor Haydock arrived the following day, he was pleased to note that there was a pink flush in Miss Marple’s cheek and decidedly more animation in her manner.
    ‘Well,’ he said, ‘what’s the verdict?’
    ‘What’s the problem, Doctor Haydock?’ countered Miss Marple.
    ‘Oh, my dear lady, do I have to tell you that?’
    ‘I suppose,’ said Miss Marple, ‘that it’s the curious conduct of the caretaker. Why did she behave in that very odd way? People do mind being turned out of their old homes. But it wasn’t her home. In fact, she used to complain and grumble while she was there. Yes, it certainly looks very fishy. What became of her, by the way?’
    ‘Did a bunk to Liverpool. The accident scared her. Thought she’d wait there for her boat.’
    ‘All very convenient for somebody,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Yes, I think the “Problem of the Caretaker’s Conduct” can be solved easily enough. Bribery, was it not?’
    ‘That’s your solution?’
    ‘Well, if it wasn’t natural for her to behave in that way, she must have been “putting on an act” as peoplesay, and that means that somebody paid her to do what she did.’
    ‘And you know who that somebody was?’
    ‘Oh, I think so. Money again, I’m afraid. And I’ve always noticed that gentlemen always tend to admire the same type.’
    ‘Now I’m out of my depth.’
    ‘No, no, it all hangs together. Harry Laxton admired Bella Edge, a dark, vivacious type. Your niece Clarice was the same. But the poor little wife was quite a different type—fair-haired and clinging—not his type at all. So he must have married her for her money. And murdered her for her money, too!’
    ‘You use the word “murder”?’
    ‘Well, he sounds the right type. Attractive to women and quite unscrupulous. I suppose he wanted to keep his wife’s money and marry your niece. He may have been seen talking to Mrs Edge. But I don’t fancy he was attached to her any more. Though I dare say he made the poor woman think he was, for ends of his own. He soon had her well under his thumb, I fancy.’
    ‘How exactly did he murder her, do you think?’
    Miss Marple stared ahead of her for some minutes with dreamy blue eyes.
    ‘It was very well timed—with the baker’s van as witness. They could see the old woman and, of course, they’d put down the horse’s fright to that. But Ishould imagine, myself, that an air gun, or perhaps a catapult. Yes, just as the horse came through the gates. The horse bolted, of course, and Mrs Laxton was thrown.’
    She paused, frowning.
    ‘The fall might have killed her. But he couldn’t be sure of that. And he seems the sort of man who would lay his plans