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ma'am?'
    'Oh dear,' said Tuppence. 'Not more problems?'
    She was descending the stairs from the book-room brushing dust off herself because she was dressed in her best coat and skirt, to which she was thinking of adding a feather hat and then proceeding out to a tea she had been asked to attend by a new friend she had met at the White Elephant Sale. It was no moment, she felt, to listen to the further difficulties of Beatrice.
    'Well, no, no, it's not exactly a problem. It's just something I thought you might like to know about.'
    'Oh,' said Tuppence, still feeling that this might be another problem in disguise. She came down carefully. 'I'm in rather a hurry because I have to go out to tea.'
    'Well, it was just about someone as you asked about, it seems. Name of Mary Jordan, that was right? Only they thought perhaps it was Mary Johnson. You know, there was a Belinda Johnson as worked at the post office, but a good long time ago.'
    'Yes,' said Tuppence, 'and there was a policeman called Johnson, too, so someone told me.'
    'Yes, well, anyway, this friend of mine - Gwenda, her name is - you know the shop, the post office is one side and envelopes and dirty cards and things the other side, and some china things too, before Christmas, you see, and -'
    'I know,' said Tuppence, 'it's called Mrs Garrison's or something like that.'
    'Yes, but it isn't really Garrison nowadays as keep it. Quite a different name. But anyway, this friend of mine, Gwenda, she thought you might be interested to know because she says as she had heard of a Mary Jordan what lived here a long time ago. A very long time ago. Lived here, in this house I mean.'
    'Oh, lived in The Laurels?'
    'Well it wasn't called that then. And she'd heard something about her, she said. And so she thought you might be interested. There was some rather sad story about her, she had an accident or something. Anyway she died.'
    'You mean that she was living in this house when she died? Was she one of the family?'
    'No. I think the family was called Parker, a name of that kind. A lot of Parkers there were, Parkers or Parkistons - something like that. I think she was just staying here. I believe Mrs Griffin knows about it. Do you know Mrs Griffin?'
    'Oh, very slightly,' said Tuppence. 'Matter of fact, that's where I'm going to tea this afternoon. I talked to her the other day at the Sale. I hadn't met her before.'
    'She's a very old lady. She's older than she looks, but I think she's got a very good memory. I believe one of the Parkinson boys was her godson.'
    'What was his Christian name?'
    'Oh, it was Alec, I think. Some name like that. Alec or Alex.'
    'What happened to him? Did he grow up - go away - become a soldier or sailor or something like that?'
    'Oh no. He died. Oh yes, I think he's buried right here. It's one of those things, I think, as people usedn't to know much about. It's one of those things with a name like a Christian name.'
    'You mean somebody's disease?'
    'Hodgkin's Disease, or something. No, it was a Christian name of some kind. I don't know, but they say as your blood grows the wrong colour or something. Nowadays I believe they take blood away from you and give you some good blood again, or something like that. But even then you usually die, they say. Mrs Billings - the cake-shop, you know - she had a little girl died of that and she was only seven. They say it takes them very young.'
    'Leukaemia?' suggested Tuppence.
    'Oh now, fancy you knowing. Yes, it was that name, I'm sure. But they say now as one day there'll maybe be a cure for it, you know. Just like nowadays they give you inoculations and things to cure you from typhoid, or whatever it is.'
    'Well,' said Tuppence, 'that's very interesting. Poor little boy.'
    'Oh, he wasn't very young. He was at school somewhere, I think. Must have been about thirteen or fourteen.'
    'Well,' said Tuppence, 'it's all very sad.' She paused, then said, 'Oh dear, I'm very late now. I must hurry off.'
    'I dare say Mrs Griffin