Old Miss Marple inclined her head. It was a gentle gesture of courtesy. Whilst Major
Palgrave proceeded with the somewhat uninteresting recollections of a lifetime, Miss
Marple peacefully pursued her own thoughts. It was a routine with which she was well
acquainted. (…) With Major Palgrave the terms were slightly
different. (…) But the pattern was essentially the same.
An elderly man who needed a listener so that he could, in memory, relive days in which
he had been happy. Days when his back had been straight, his eyesight keen, his hearing