Christian Gulbrandsen arrived that afternoon in time for tea. He was a big heavy-featured man, with a slow methodical way of talking. He greeted Carrie Louise with every sign of affection.

‘And how is our little Carrie Louise? You do not look a day older. Not a day.’

His hands on her shoulders — he stood smiling down at her. A hand tugged his sleeve.

‘Christian!’

‘Ah,’ he turned — ‘it is Mildred? How are you, Mildred?’

‘I’ve not really been at all well lately.’

‘That is bad. That is bad.’

There was a strong resemblance between Christian Gulbrandsen and his half-sister Mildred. There was nearly thirty years’ difference in age and they might easily have been taken for father and daughter. Mildred herself seemed particularly pleased by his arrival. She was flushed and talkative, and had talked repeatedly during the day of ‘my brother,’ ‘my brother Christian,’ ‘my brother Mr Gulbrandsen.’

‘And how is little Gina?’ said Gulbrandsen, turning to that young woman. ‘You and your husband are still here, then?’

‘Yes. We’ve quite settled down, haven’t we, Wally?’

‘Looks like it,’ said Wally.

Gulbrandsen’s small shrewd eyes seemed to sum up Wally quickly. Wally, as usual, looked sullen and unfriendly.

‘So here I am with all the family again,’ said Gulbrandsen.

His voice displayed a rather determined geniality — but in actual fact, Miss Marple thought, he was not feeling particularly genial. There was a grim set to his lips and a certain preoccupation in his manner.

Introduced to Miss Marple, he swept a keen look over her as though measuring and appraising this newcomer.

‘We’d no idea you were in England, Christian,’ said Mrs Serrocold.

‘No, I came over rather unexpectedly.’

‘It is too bad that Lewis is away. How long can you stay?’

‘I meant to go tomorrow. When will Lewis be back?’

‘Tomorrow afternoon or evening.’

‘It seems then that I must stay another night.’

‘If you’d only let us know — ’

‘My dear Carrie Louise, my arrangements, they were made very suddenly.’

‘You will stay to see Lewis?’

‘Yes, it is necessary that I see Lewis.’

Miss Bellever said to Miss Marple: ‘Mr Gulbrandsen and Mr Serrocold are both trustees of the Gulbrandsen Institute. The others are the Bishop of Cromer and Mr Gilfoy.’

Presumably, then, it was on business concerned with the Gulbrandsen Institute that Christian Gulbrandsen had come to Stonygates. It seemed to be assumed so by Miss Bellever and everyone else. And yet Miss Marple wondered.

Once or twice the old man cast a thoughtful puzzled look at Carrie Louise when she was not aware of it — a look that puzzled Carrie Louise’s watching friend. From Carrie Louise he shifted his gaze to the others, examining them one and all with a kind of covert appraisal that seemed distinctly odd.

After tea, Miss Marple withdrew tactfully from the others to the library, but rather to her surprise when she had settled herself with her knitting, Christian Gulbrandsen came in and sat down beside her.