Van Gogh Sunflower

Van Gogh Sunflower
It is not," thought Miss Marple, "as though I could go here, there and everywhere, making inquiries and finding out things."
Yes, that was the chief objection, her own age and weakness. Although, for her age, her health was good, yet she was old. And if Dr. Haydock had strictly forbidden her to do practical gardening he would hardly approve of her starting out to track down a murderer. For that, in effect, was what she was planning to do - and it was there that her loophole lay. For if heretofore murder had, so to speak, been forced upon her, in this case it would be that she herself set out deliberately to seek it. And she was not sure that she wanted to do so…. She was old - old and tired. She felt at this moment, at the end of a tiring day, a great reluctance to enter upon any project at all. She wanted nothing at all but to reach home and sit by the fire with a nice tray of supper, and go to bed, and potter about the next day just snipping off a few things in the garden, tidying up a very mild way, without stooping, without exerting herself….
Van Gogh Sunflower
I'm too old for any more adventures," said Miss Marple to herself, watching absently out of her window the curving line of an embankment….
A curve….
Very faintly something stirred in her mind…. Just after the ticket collector had clipped their tickets….
It suggested an idea. Only an idea. An entirely different idea….
A little pink flush came into Miss Marple's face. Suddenly she did not feel tired at all!
"I'll write to David to-morrow morning," she said to herself.
Van Gogh Sunflower