The reply was perfectly intelligible to Constable Palk. He assumed correctly that the fishmonger's boy had brought it, together with Miss Marple's evening meal.
Miss Marple continued gently, 'Lying on the floor in the sitting room, strangled - possibly by a very narrow belt. But whatever it was, it was taken away.'
Palk's face was wrathful. 'How that young Fred gets to know everything -'