Nemesis Author:Agatha Christie "Our code word, my dear lady, is Nemesis." — Miss Jane Marple sat in the big armchair by the fireplace in her house at St. Mary Mead, and repeated the sentence softly under her breath. — It was part of a letter-an unusual letter from an unusual man. The man who had written the letter was dead. She had read the announcement of his death more than... more » a week ago.
Nemesis... The word brought a picture before her eyes of tropical palms-a blue Caribbean sea-and of herself running through the warm fragrant night on the island of St. Honore to ask for help. To get help in time so that a life could be saved.
She had insisted on-had demanded-hel, and the word that had come to her lips had been Nemesis.
Now she herself was being asked for help-for a reason she did not know-in a matter of which she was ignorant! The whole thing was impossible, quite impossible-and yet...
What possible qualifications could she have? Again a certain sentence came back: "You, my dear, have a natural flair for justice. I want you to investigate a crime. I see you in my mind's eye, as I saw you once one night as I rose from sleep disturbed by your urgency, enveloped in a cloud of pink knitting wool!" Miss Marple looked down at her knitting.
The letter had ended with a quotation from the Book of Amos:
LET JUSTICE ROLL DOWN LIKE WATERS
AND RIGHTEOUSNESS LIKE AN EVERLASTING STREAM
"It doesn't sound at all like me," said Miss Marple doubtfully.« less