Агата Кристи – A Caribbean Mystery (страница 9)

‘I’ll fetch you some others, shall I, Mr Rafiel?’

‘No, you won’t, you’ll sit here and keep quiet. I hate people rushing about like clucking hens.’

Evelyn shifted slightly in the warm sand, stretching out her arms.

Miss Marple, intent on her knitting—or so it seemed—stretched out a foot, then hastily she apologized.

‘I’m so sorry, so very sorry, Mrs Hillingdon. I’m afraid I kicked you.’

‘Oh, it’s quite all right,’ said Evelyn. ‘This beach gets rather crowded.’

‘Oh, please don’t move. Please. I’ll move my chair a little back so that I won’t do it again.’

As Miss Marple resettled herself, she went on talking in a childish and garrulous manner.

‘It still seems so wonderful to be here! I’ve never been to the West Indies before, you know. I thought it was the kind of place I never should come to and here I am. All by the kindness of my dear nephew. I suppose you know this part of the world very well, don’t you, Mrs Hillingdon?’

‘I have been in this island once or twice before and of course in most of the others.’

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