Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
Everything piping hot. A real breakfast. She couldhave cooked it herself but she hadn't had to! It was broughtto her as if – no, not as though she were a queen – as though she were a middle-aged lady staying in a good but not undulyexpensive hotel. In fact – back to 1909. Miss Marple expressedappreciation to the chambermaid who replied smiling.
　　"Oh, yes, Madam, the Chef is very particular abouthis breakfast."
　　Miss Marple studies her appraisingly. Bertram'sHotel could certainly produce marvels. A real housemaid. She pinched her left armsurreptitiously.
　　"Have you been here long?" she asked.
　　"Just over three years, Madam."
　　"And before that?"
　　"I was in a hotel at Eastbourne. Very modern andup-to-date – but I prefer an old-fashioned place like this."