Chapter 15 15 microlodges

Microlotty, said Miss Marple. Elizabeth.Margaret.Temple passed away last night.She left peacefully.Miss Marple sat again on the faded chintz sofa in the old manor drawing room.She put down the pink baby coat she had been knitting and put on a fuchsia scarf.This kind of mourning action is an implicit expression of Miss Marple, who is full of early Victorian thoughts, in the face of tragedy. Miss Temple's coroner's inquest will be held the day after her death.Someone consulted with the pastor of the church, and he agreed to hold a simple memorial service in the church as soon as the preparations were completed.The funeral home's attendants, dressed in appropriate attire and with appropriate facial expressions, took on the job of liaising with the police.The coroner's inquest will begin at eleven o'clock the next morning, and members of the tour bus have agreed to be present, with some planning to stay and attend the memorial service at the church.

Mrs. Green had been to the Fort Gordon Hotel, and she urged Miss Marple to stay at the old manor until she returned to the tour group. You have to dodge those reporters. Miss Marple thanked the three sisters sincerely and accepted the invitation. The ride tour will continue after the memorial service.Their first stop was South Beston, thirty-five miles away, where a first-class hotel had been chosen for their rest.The rest of the trip went on as planned. However, as Miss Marple expected, some people were going to back out and go home, or turn around and go back, unwilling to continue down the tour.And whatever the decision, everyone has something to say.Some say that the trip has become a painful memory and must be left; others say that since the trip has been paid, it should not be interrupted by a conceivable travel accident, but should go on.Miss Marble believed that the key to the decision should be the results of the post-mortem examination.

After exchanging pleasantries with the three hostesses, Miss Marple concentrated on knitting her purple scarf, wondering what kind of words she should say next.In this way, while she was busy with her fingers, she uttered those three words: Microloty.It's like throwing a pebble into the water just to see if it works. What do these three words mean to the three hostesses?There may or may not be.If not, she must try it tonight when the tour group eats at the hotel to see how it works.In her opinion, these three words are equivalent to Elizabeth.Temple's last words.So, thinking Miss Marple (her fingers are still busy, because she has no need to concentrate. Even when she is reading or talking, although her fingers are a little stiff due to rheumatism, she can still knit accurately), Microgreen The three words Tie blurted out.

It's like throwing a stone into a pool, will it cause ripples, splash water or what?Maybe nothing.No matter what, there will always be a reaction.Yes, she was right.Although her face was expressionless, her sharp eyes had noticed the three of them at the same time from behind the glasses.It's a habit she's developed over the years.When she was at St. Mary Mead, she observed her neighbors in church, mothers and sisters, and other public places in order to catch some interesting news or gossip. Mrs. Green put down the book in her hand and looked at Miss Marple in surprise.The reason why she was surprised didn't seem to be because she heard these three words, but because these three words came from Miss Marple's mouth.

Crotty's reaction was different.She held her head high and leaned forward, not looking at Miss Marple but at the window across the room.She clenched her fists and was very silent.Miss Marple lowered her head slightly, as if she didn't see anything, but she still noticed that Crotty's eyes were full of tears.She sat silently, tears rolling down her cheeks.She did not intend to take out her handkerchief, nor did she say a word.Miss Marple deeply felt the sadness conveyed by herself. An Xiya's reaction was different.She answered quickly, with an expression of excitement and almost pleasure.

Microlody?You mean Microloty?do you know herI didn't know you knew her.You really mean Microlotty.Hunter? Lavinia.Green asked: Is that her Christian name? I don't know anyone by that name, Miss Marple replied.It is, however, a person's Christian name.Yeah, I guess it's an uncommon name.Microlotti.She said it again thoughtfully. She let the fuchsia balls fall to the floor and looked at them with guilt and confusion, like a woman who realizes she's slipped a word but doesn't know what she said. I'm really sorry.Did I say something I shouldn't?I say this purely because

No, of course not, said Mrs. Green.It's just a person we know with that name, and that person is related to us. The name came to me suddenly, said Miss Marple, still apologetically.Because poor Miss Temple mentioned it.You know, I went to see her yesterday afternoon, and Professor Wang Sidai took me there.He seemed to think I might be able to, uh, don't know if that's the right word to bring her back to life.She's been in a coma, so they figure it's not because I'm an old friend of hers, but because we've talked on the trip and we've sat and talked for a few days, so the professor thought I might be able to help busy.Too bad I couldn't help at all.I just sat and waited, and she finally said a word or two, but it seemed meaningless.But at last, as I was leaving, she opened her eyes and looked at me; and I wondered if she mistook me for someone else, and she said those three words: Viloty!Of course it just got stuck in my head, especially since she died last night.I think she must be thinking about someone or something at the time.But of course, it could also just mean the truth.Isn't the truth the true meaning of the three words Weiluodi?

She looked from Crotty to Lavinia, and from Lavinia to Ancia. We know a girl by that name, Lavinia.Green said.That's why we're surprised. Especially when she died so badly, Anthea said. Crotty said in her deep voice: Ancia!You don't have to speak so carefully. Everyone knows about her well anyway, said Anthea, looking at Miss Marple.I think you've probably heard of it too, because you know Mr. Raphael, right?Well, I mean, since he wrote us about you, you must know him.So I thought uh, he probably told you the whole thing. I'm sorry, said Miss Marple.I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you're saying.

Her body was found in a ditch, Anthea said. Miss Marple thought, once Anthea started talking, no one could stop her.But she felt that Ansia's eloquence made Crotty even more nervous.At this moment she has quietly and calmly produced a handkerchief.She wiped away the tears from her eyes, sat upright, her back straightened, her eyes were deep and sad. Microlotty, she said.It's a girl we like very much.She lived here for a while and I like her very much She likes you very much too, Lavinia said. Her parents were my friends, Crotty said.Both were killed in a plane crash. She had attended Farrow's original girls' school, Lavinia explained.I think that's why Miss Temple remembered her.

Oh, that's right, said Miss Marple.Miss Temple was headmaster of the girls' school then, wasn't she?I hear the name Farohara a lot.That's a good school, right? Yes, Crotty said.Viloty had been a student there.After her parents died, she came to live with us for a while.At that time, she was about eighteen or nine years old, and she was planning how to go in the future.She is a lovely, very caring girl.She wanted to be a nurse, but Miss Temple was adamant that she should go to college because she was very bright.So she continued to study and planned to go to higher education.At this moment, the tragedy happened.She turned her face away.I don't want to talk about it anymore, don't you mind?

Of course I don't mind, Miss Marple said.I'm sorry I accidentally brought up a tragedy.I didn't know it before, I never heard of it.I thought, uh, I mean she was getting more and more incoherent. That night, she heard more inside stories.She was changing to go to the hotel to meet the others when Mrs. Green came to her room. I think I should explain to you, said Mrs. Green.About about micro-lodi.Hunt this girl.Of course, you couldn't possibly know how much my sister Crotty loved her.Her tragic death was such a horrific blow to my sister that we can pass it on without mentioning it.But if I tell you all the ins and outs of the matter, you may understand it better.Viloetti had apparently befriended a man who was more than incompetent, and turned out to be extremely dangerous, without our knowledge.The young man already had a criminal record.Once he passed by here and came to visit us.We knew his father very well.She paused.I thought I'd better tell you the truth, which you don't seem to know if you don't already.He is Mr. Rafael's son, Mike. Oh, my God, said Miss Marple.Maybe it's because I don't remember his name, but I've heard that he has a son, and it's a son who is not very promising. Not just disappointing, Mrs. Green said.He can be said to have never been in trouble.He was taken to court more than once or twice, for a variety of reasons.Once it was because of assaulting a girl, or something like that.Of course, I think the judge was too lenient in that kind of case.They didn't want to ruin these young people's chances of going to college, so they let them go, and only gave them a sentence of probation or something like I forgot what the term was called.If these children were sent to prison immediately, maybe it could be used as a warning to stop them from committing crimes.The young man had also been a thief, forged checks, racketeering, and was an out-and-out bad bastard.We are friends with his mother.I think she was lucky that she died young and didn't have to watch her son degenerate and be heartbroken.I think Mr. Raphael did his best, looking around for a job for that kid, paying his fines, stuff like that.However, I think that although he pretends to be indifferent and writes off his son's troubles lightly, such a son must be a serious blow to him.We've said that people who live in this village will probably also tell you that there has been a spate of murders and violence in the area.Accidents happened not only in the local area, but also in the neighboring areas of this township. Some were twenty miles away, some were fifty miles away, and the police even suspected that one or two incidents happened hundreds of miles away.All in all, most of them are concentrated in this area.Anyway, Viloty went out to see friends one day, and never came back.We went to the police station to report the case, and the police went to find her, but they searched all over the township, but there was no sign of her.We put up another ad, and the police put up an ad, implying that she ran away with her boyfriend.Later we heard rumors that someone had seen her with Mike.Raphael together.At that time the police were already paying attention to Mike.Rafael, they think he is likely to be a suspect in several crimes, but there is no direct evidence.It was said that Microlotty was seen sitting with Mike in his car, and that everything matched Microlotty's clothes, Mike's appearance, and the features of his car, but there was no further evidence.Until her body was found six months later.Her body was buried in a ditch in a wooded wilderness about thirty miles away, still covered with rubble and layers of mud.Crotty bit the bullet to identify it as Microlotty, she was strangled to death, and her head was smashed to pieces.Until now, Crotty has not recovered from the blow.The body had some marks of the girl, a mole and an old scar.And, of course, what she's wearing and what's in her bag.Miss Temple was so fond of Viloty that she must have thought of her before she died. I'm sorry, said Miss Marple.I'm really, really sorry.Please tell your sister, I didn't know before, I didn't know at all.