The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
but by the 4.33 as far as Brackhampton. The journey was uneventful, but she registered certain details. The train was not crowded – 4.33 was before the evening rush hour. Of the first-class carriages only one had an occupant - a very old gentleman reading the new statesman. Miss Marple travelled in an empty compartment and at the two stops, Haling Broadway and Barwell Heath, leaned out of the window to observe passengers entering and leaving the train. A small number of third-class passengers got in at Haling Broadway. At Barwell Heath several third-class passengers got out. Nobody entered or left a first-class carriage except the old gentleman carrying his new statesman.
The Singing Butler
with her back to the window over which she had drawn down the blind.
Yes, she decided, the impetus of the sudden curving of the line and the slackening of speed did throw one off one's balance back against the window and the blind might, in consequence, very easily fly up. She peered out into the night. It was lighter than it had been when Mrs. McGillicuddy had made the same journey - only just dark, but there was little to see. For observation she must make a daylight journey.The Singing Butler