Chapter 23 23 Epilogue

That old lady gives me the creeps, Andrew.said Sir McNeil, after thanking Miss Marple and taking her good-bye. So kind, yet so ruthless, said the deputy director. Professor Wang Sitai took Miss Marple to his waiting car, and then returned to say a few words. What do you think of her, Edmund? She's the scariest woman I've ever seen, replied the Minister of the Interior. Because she is ruthless?Professor Wang Sidai asked. No, no, I didn't mean that.But uh, she's a very scary woman. Nemesis, Professor Wang Sidai said thoughtfully. the two women, said the prosecutor at the District Attorney's Office.You know, the security personnel who secretly protected her, described her that night as extraordinary.They sneaked into the house easily and hid in a small room downstairs.When everyone went upstairs, one of them went into the bedroom and hid in the closet, while the other stayed outside to watch out.The woman in the room said that when she pushed open the closet door and came out, the old lady was sitting upright on the bed with a pink woolen scarf around her neck, with a calm expression and non-stop babbling , like an old country teacher.They said she really surprised them.

A pink woolen scarf, said Professor Wang Sidai.yes, yes, I remember What did you think of? Old Raphael.He told me about her, and laughed.He said there was one thing he would never forget.He said that when he was in the West Indies, for the first time in his life, he saw a ridiculous, befuddled old lady with a fuzzy pink scarf around her neck break into his bedroom and ask him to get up and stop a crime. murder.He asked: What do you think you are doing?She replied that she was the Nemesis.Nemesis!He said he couldn't imagine anything more outrageous than that.And me, I like pink woolen scarves, Professor Wang Sidai said thoughtfully.

Yes, I like it very much. Mike, said Professor Wang Sitai.Allow me to introduce you, this is Jane.Miss Marple, she did a lot for you. The thirty-two-year-old young man looked at the white-haired, frail old lady with some suspicion. Oh, uh he said.Oh, I've heard that.Thank you very much. He looked at Wang Sidai. They said they were going to give me an amnesty or something ridiculous, is that true? Yes.The release order will be passed soon, and you will be free in a short time. Oh, Mike's voice sounded suspicious. I believe it takes time to get used to freedom, said Miss Marple kindly.

She looked at him thoughtfully.She tried to look at him with retrospective eyes, recalling how he was more than ten years ago.Although he looks nervous now, he is still quite charming.Yes, charming.She thought he must have been very charming in the past.There must have been an air of carefreeness about him back then, and charisma, which he has lost now, though perhaps will return in the future.That weak mouth, those charming eyes that stare at you, must be extremely useful weapons in telling lies you want to believe.Who does he look like?She's lost in memory, yes, much like Jonathan.Birkin.He had been a member of the choir and had a beautiful baritone voice.Girls like him so much!He worked as a staff member in Gabriel Company, which was considered a good position.What a pity that there was such a mistake as a forged check.

Oh, said Mike, looking even more embarrassed.Thank you for your kind help. I believe you must have spent a lot of time. I'd be happy to do it, said Miss Marple.nice to meet you too.Goodbye, good luck, our country is not doing well economically, but you may still find a job or something else you like to do. Oh yes.Thank you very much.You know, I'm really grateful. He sounded as if he was still very uncertain about the matter. It's not me you should be grateful for, Miss Marple said.You should be grateful to your father. my dad?Dad never thought of me. When your father was dying, he was determined to find justice for you.

Justice, Mike.Raphael thought about these two words. Yes.Your father thought justice was important.I think he is a very honest man himself.In his letter to me, he asked me to accept this task, and he also quoted two poems to me: Let justice be like flowing water, never ending, let justice be like a stream, never stop. oh!What does it mean?Is it from Shakespeare? No, it's from the Bible.We all have to think about its meaning.This is how I am. Miss Marple opened the package she was carrying with her. They gave me this, she said, thinking I might want to keep it because I helped find out.However, I think you are the one who deserves it the most if you really want to keep it.However, you probably don't want it.

She took Crotty.Bebury Squeeze handed him the photograph she had shown her in the drawing room of the old manor.That's Microlotty.Hunter's photo. He took the photo and stood there staring at it blankly.His face changed, the lines of his face softened and then hardened again.Miss Marple looked at him without saying a word, and the two of them remained silent for a long while.Professor Wang Sidai was also watching.He looked at the two people in front of him, an old lady and a young man. For Mike, this can be said to be a critical moment.This moment is likely to affect his new life in the future.

Mike.Raphael sighed, reached out and handed the photo back to Miss Marple. You're right, I don't want it.Those days passed, and she was gone, and it was impossible for me to keep her by my side.Everything I do now, I have to start from scratch.I have to move on.He looked at her and said hesitantly.do you understand? Yes, Miss Marple answered.I see.I think you are right.Hope the new life you are about to start goes well. After saying goodbye, he left the room. Alas, said Professor Wang Sitai.Not a very enthusiastic young man.He should be more enthusiastic about thanking you for everything you have done for him.

Oh, never mind, said Miss Marple.I didn't intend to ask him to do that in the first place, it would embarrass him even more.You know, she said again.When you have to say thank you, start a new life, see everything differently, it can all be awkward.I think he's going to be fine.He doesn't hold a grudge, which is the most important thing.I understand why the girl fell in love with him. Maybe in the future he will be on the right track. I doubt it, said Miss Marple.I don't know if he can save himself, unless of course, she said.Hope the best happens to him and a really nice girl.

I admire you the most, said Professor Wang Sidai.It is your optimistic and pragmatic attitude. She'll be here any minute, Mr. Brotree told Mr. Schuster. That's right.This whole thing is pretty unusual, isn't it? I couldn't believe it at first, Brocho said.You know, when poor Raphael was dying, I thought the whole thing was um, thought he was old and confused.Apparently he's not that old yet. The telephone rang and Mr. Schuster picked up the receiver. Oh, she's here, isn't she?Ask her to come in, he said.Here she comes, he said.I'm curious.This is the strangest thing I've ever heard in my life.Take an old woman to go wandering in the country, to investigate something that she is also clueless about.You know, the police think that woman committed not just one murder, but three.Three murders!God!As the old woman said, Microlotty.Hunter's body was buried under a small mound in the garden.She was not strangled, nor was her face disfigured.

I wonder if the old lady wasn't killed, Mr. Brotley said.She's old enough that it's hard to take care of herself. Apparently two spies were protecting her. What, two of the passengers? Yes.I didn't know either. Miss Marple was shown into the room. Congratulations, Miss Marple, Mr. Brotley rose to congratulate her. Congratulations, very well done, said Mr. Schuster, shaking her hand. Miss Marple sat down at the other end of the desk in a deliberate manner. As I told you two in my letter, she said.I think I have fulfilled the proposed conditions.I have successfully completed what Mr. Rafael asked me to do. oh i know.Yes, we've heard that.We inquired about it from Professor Wang Sidai, the Ministry of Justice, and the police station.Well, that's a beautiful thing to do, Miss Marple.We hereby congratulate you. I was scared at first, said Miss Marple.I'm afraid I won't be able to take on the task.At first it seemed so difficult, almost impossible. Oh, indeed, even I find it incredible.I don't know how you do it, Miss Marple. Oh, said Miss Marple, it was sheer willpower that got this result, don't you think? Now, let's talk about the sum that remains with us.You can use it anytime now.Do you want to transfer the money to your bank, or entrust us to invest it for you?That's a lot of money. Twenty thousand pounds, said Miss Marple.Yes, as far as I'm concerned, that's a really big number, very big. If you would like us to introduce you to a broker, they can advise you on investing. Oh, I don't want to invest. but investment is I'm old enough to save no more money, said Miss Marple.I believe that the purpose of this money is that I believe Mr. Rafael means that I want to enjoy some pleasures that I can never enjoy without money. Oh, I see what you mean, said Mr. Brotley.So you want us to deliver this money to your bank? Middleton Bank, 132 High Street, St. Mary Mead, said Miss Marple. I think you should have a fixed deposit account.We put it into your CD account, shall we? Of course not, Miss Marple replied.Deposit it into my checking account. you don't think I think so, said Miss Marple.I'm going to keep it in a checking account. She stood up and shook hands with them. You can ask the manager of your bank for advice, Miss Marple.There are unpredictable things in the sky, and no one can tell when it will rain. All I need on a rainy day is an umbrella, said Miss Marple.She shook hands with the two men again. Thank you, Mr. Brotree; and you, Mr. Schuster.You two have been so kind to me, providing me with as much information as I need. Are you really going to deposit that money into your checking account? Yes, said Miss Marple.I'm going to spend it.You know, I'm gonna have some fun with it. She walked to the door and smiled back.For a moment Mr. Schuster, who had more imagination than Mr. Brotry, imagined seeing a young and beautiful girl shaking hands with a clergyman at a party in a country garden.It took him a moment to remember that it was a memory of his own youth.But for a split second Miss Marple reminded him of that young, happy girl ready to have fun. Mr. Raphael will be pleased with me, said Miss Marple, and stepped out of the room. Nemesis, said Brotrie.This is the title Mr. Rafael gave her.Nemesis!But I've never seen anyone less Nemesis than she.And you? Mr. Schuster shook his head. This must be another little joke of Mr. Raphael's, said Mr. Brotry. (End of the book)