the Night Watch

the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
Miss Marple finished her breakfast, and got up in apleasant leisurely fashion. She had a plan ready made for a delightful morning ofshopping. Not too much – to overtire herself. Oxford Streettoday, perhaps. And tomorrow Knighsbridge. She planned ahead happily.
　　It was about ten o'clockwhen she emerged from her room fully equipped: hat, gloves, umbrella – just in case, though it looked fine – handbag –her smartest shopping bag –
　　The door next but one on the corridor opened sharplyand someone looked out. It was Bess Sedgwick. She withdrew back into the room and closedthe door sharply.
　　Miss Marple wondered as she went down the stairs.She preferred the stairs to the lift first thing in the morning. It limbered her up. Hersteps grew slower and slower… she stopped