"I," said Sir Henry, "have the feeling that the dark sailor has some connection to the story. However, I agree with Mr. Pederick, Miss Lebrier has given us very few clues." Joyce turned to Dr. Pender, who was shaking his head with a smile. "It is a particularly interesting story," he said, "but, unfortunately, I agree with Sir Henry and Mr. Pederick, we have very little evidence to rely on." Then Joyce looked at Miss Marple with curiosity, who smiled at her. "I also believe you are a bit unfair, my dear Joyce," she said. "For me, of course, it is different. I mean, we are women, we appreciate the matter of clothes. But I don't think it is a fair problem when posed to a man. It certainly follows that he changed many times quickly. What a wicked woman! And an even more wicked man." Joyce stared at her. "Aunt Jane," she said. "Miss Marple, I mean, I believe that... I really believe you have understood the truth." "Look, my dear," said Miss Marple, "it is much easier for me, sitting here quietly, than it was for you, and since you are an artist, the atmosphere affects you a lot, right? I, sitting here with my knitting, simply see the facts."
