Book: The murder at the Vicarage. Page 2

Lawrence the sex appeal - more than enough. Such men usually like - as I say - Quakers, you know? Closed prude. These women are all somehow considered cool.

She is very attractive, Len. Even bald-headed archaeologists feel it.

- Yes, she's very attractive, ' he said, taking a deep breath. She make suggestions, she told me.
- If it's happening here, the sentence is illegal, we have no unmarried men, ' I said.

- Never remembers where it left, ' said Dennis, with a completely unjustified, in my opinion, soft, as if there was something to be proud of. - Loses about a dozen things every day.
- Extremely attractive trait, I said to myself.
But Dennis did not notice any sarcasm.

Inspired by his denunciations, Mary picked out eyes from potatoes so vigorously that they flew around the kitchen, knocking, how often grad. One of them hit me right in the eye, and this caused a small pause.

In the Estate it is not very good, I tell you. To say "please" or "thank you" is not, and things right and left to stretch is as much as necessary.

As for me, I Mary could not please. I confess that I see in the dream room that you carefully clean up each morning - wash everywhere dust, put things in place... Mary his method is to brush away the dust on the most prominent places, for example on the table, and I think it is extremely imperfect.

In my opinion, it was a completely natural train of thought. When one servant goes, you hire another. I didn't understand why Griselda looks at me so reproachfully.
- Len, you heartless creature. You don't care.
That's what I would have said. On the contrary, I felt my heart fluttered with joy at the thought that will end the era of the burnt puddings and undercooked vegetables.

This extraordinary woman had striking, irresistible charm. I flat out refused even the thought that she might have committed a crime.
I knew in my heart: "She can't do it."
And the imp in my brain replied: "yeah, and just because she is extremely beautiful and attractive woman!"
As told to miss Marple, such is human nature.

Finally it was settled - after a long discussion especially ticklish moments. Was assigned to a clandestine rendezvous in the garden, where the bushes are thicker.

You can imagine that at this moment, Lawrence was irresistible. Beautiful head thrown back, blue as the sky, eyes pleading. Rose melted and surrendered.

On the shelves and on the table were piled all sorts of things. Lawrence lived quietly among such artistic mess, which I brought to your mind, and very soon.
- Sometimes not so easy to find the right thing, ' he said, catching my glance. - And if you look on the other hand - everything is at hand, nothing is hidden.
Yeah, nothing hidden, ' I said. - Maybe it would be better if the gun was hidden away.

- She's a total loony, I have noticed.
Is just a trick, a camouflage for the poor - he explained to me. They are hiding behind a mask of idiocy. Worth a look, and it turns out that the old lady is not stupider than we are.

What's the use locking the barn door when the horse drove, right?