Kathrine had seldom had that useful thing, a 'day off'. 'But in a way, being tied physically gives you lots of scope mentally. You're always free to think.
Horrible house! Iris shivered. She hated it. A gracious well-built house, harmoniously furnished and decorated (Ruth Lessing was never at fault!). And curiously, frighteningly vacant. They didn't live there. They occupied it. As soldiers, in a war, occupied some lookout post.
Surely, said Miss Marple, aghast at an idea that had come into her mind, there can't be a bond of ruthlessness between us? Was she, Jane Marple—could she ever be—ruthless? D'you know, said Miss Marple to herself, it's extraordinary, I never thought about it before. I believe, you know, I could be ruthless….