“ There is a great deal of wickedness in village life. I hope you dear young people will never realize how very wicked the world is.” — Miss Marple at the end of The Blood-Stained Pavement
With notable exceptions such as A Caribbean Mystery, 4:50 From Paddington, and the Miss Marple novel I’m currently reading, Sleeping Murder, I generally prefer Miss Marple in short story form, and Patricia Wentworth’s Miss Silver in novels. Before you strenuously object, know that Agatha Christie herself felt that Miss Marple’s style of unraveling mysteries, her thought process, worked far better in short story form. Luckily, those Tuesday night gatherings of Miss Marple and her friends provided us with a number of pleasurable short mysteries with which to entertain ourselves.
I find this one to be a real gem among the Miss Marple short stories; not so much for Marple’s part, which is really minimal, but the involving tale told by Joyce Lemprière to the members of Marple’s Tuesday Club — which of course includes Raymond West.
Joyce’s story involves a sketch she painted during her vacation in Rathole, a queer little fishing village on the Cornish coast. There are narrow, steep streets next to the sea, and the painting in question has taken on a kind of haunting gruesomeness over time that matches real events.
It is enjoyably involving as Joyce spins her true recollection of the painting, and the blood-stained pavement which she did not even recall placing in the picture; obviously subconsciously done due to the events unfolding in the small seaside village of old. There is of course a legend harkening back to village history, that when the blood stain reappears to someone, there will be a death within 24 hours. And there is…
A couple’s chance meeting with an old friend of the husband, some cliffs, a bathing suit hung out to dry, and a disappearance all come into play in Joyce’s story, yet no one but Miss Marple can see anything wicked in it before Joyce finishes the story. Miss Marple of course can discern the evil coming due to the day to day happenings in St. Mary Mead, which lead to Marple’s final words in the story.
Wonderful mystery fun.