Both Mr. Petherick and Mr. Rhodes were star-ing
at me so that I felt quite embarrassed.
"Perhaps," said Mr. Rhodes, "Miss Marple
hasn't quite appreciated the difficulties."
"Yes," I said, "I think I have. There are four
possibilities. Either Mrs. Rhodes was killed by her
husband, or by the chambermaid, or she com-mitted
suicide, or she was killed by an outsider
whom nobody saw enter or leave."
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"And that's impossible," Mr. Rhodes broke in.
"Nobody could come in or go out through my
room without my seeing them, and even if anyone
did manage to come in through my wife's room
without the electrician seeing them, how the devil
could they get out again leaving the door locked
and bolted on the inside?"
Mr. Petherick looked at me and said: "Well,
Miss Marple?" in an encouraging manner.
"I should like," I said, "to ask a question. Mr.
Rhodes, what did the chambermaid look like?"
He said he wasn't sure--she was tallish, he
thought--he didn't remember if she was fair or
dark. I turned to Mr. Petherick and asked him the
same question.
He said she was of medium height, had fairish
hair and blue eyes and rather a high color.
Mr. Rhodes said: "You are a better observer
than I am, Petherick."