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At one of the Tuesday Club meetings, Petherick presents his case. The beloved granddaughter of old Simon Clode dies from severe pneumonia. Desperate, Clode hires Eurydice Spragg, a medium. He is so grateful for the medium's work that he decides to sign a will in her favor, but something strange happens with the document. Will Miss Marple solve this mystery?
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Mr Petherick cleared his throat rather more importantly than usual.
‘I am afraid my little problem will seem rather tame to you all,’ he said apologetically, ‘after the sensational stories we have been hearing. There is no bloodshed in mine, but it seems to me an interesting and rather ingenious little problem, and fortunately I am in the position to know the right answer to it.’
‘It isn’t terribly legal, is it?’ asked Joyce Lempriere.
‘I mean points of law and lots of Barnaby v Skinner in the year 1881, and things like that.’
Mr Petherick beamed appreciatively at her over his eyeglasses.
‘No, no, my dear young lady. You need have no fears on that score. The story I am about to tell is a perfectly simple and straightforward one and can be followed by any layman.’
‘No legal quibbles, now,’ said Miss Marple, shaking a knitting needle at him.
‘Certainly not,’ said Mr Petherick. ‘Ah well, I am not so sure, but let’s hear the story.’
‘It concerns a former client of mine. I will call him Mr Clode – Simon Clode. He was a man of considerable wealth and lived in a large house not very far from here. He had had one son killed in the War and this son had left one child, a little girl. Her mother had died at her birth, and on her father’s death she had come to live with her grandfather who at once became passionately attached to her. Little Chris could do anything she liked with her grandfather. I have never seen a man more completely wrapped up in a child, and I cannot describe to you his grief and despair when, at the age of eleven, the child contracted pneumonia and died.
‘Poor Simon Clode was inconsolable. A brother of his had recently died in poor circumstances and Simon Clode had generously offered a home to his brother’s children – two girls, Grace and Mary, and a boy, George. But though kind and generous to his nephew and nieces, the old man never expended on them any of the love and devotion he had accorded to his little grandchild. Employment was found for George Clode in a bank near by, and Grace married a clever young research chemist of the name of Philip Garrod. Mary, who was a quiet, self-contained girl, lived at home and looked after her uncle. She was, I think, fond of him in her quiet undemonstrative way. And to all appearances things went on very peacefully. I may say that after the death of little Christobel, Simon Clode came to me and instructed me to draw up a new will. By this will, his fortune, a very considerable one, was divided equally between his nephew and nieces, a third share to each.