POSTERN OF FATE Agatha Christie

interesting life you must have had. I dare say it's not supposed to be
spoken of, so I won't. I mean, in the last war. A wonderful performance
on your and your husband's part.'
'Oh, do tell us, Vicar,' said one of the ladies, detaching herself from the
stall where she was setting up jars of jam.
'I was told in strict confidence,' said the vicar. 'I think I saw you
walking round'the churchyard yesterday, Mrs Beresford.'
'Yes,' said Tuppence. 'I looked into the church first. I see you have one
or two very attractive windows.'
'Yes, yes, they date back to the fourteenth century. That is, the one in
the north aisle does. But of course most of them are Victorian.'
'Walking round the churchyard,' said Tuppence, 'it seemed to me there
were a great many Parkinsons buried there.'
'Yes, yes indeed. There've always been big contingents of Parkinsons
in this part of the world, though of course I don't remember any of
them myself, but you do, I think, Mrs Lupton.'
Mrs Lupton, an elderly lady who was supporting herself on two sticks,
looked pleased.
'Yes, yes,' she said. 'I remember when Mrs Parkinson was alive - you
know, old Mrs Parkinson, the Mrs Parkinson who lived in the Manor
House, wonderful old lady she was. Quite wonderful.'