The Birth of Venus

The Birth of Venus
A ticket collector appeared in the doorway. Miss Marple raised her eyes interrogatively. Mrs. McGillicuddy shook her head. It was not the same ticket collector. He clipped their tickets, and passed on staggering just a little as the train swung round a long curve. It slackened speed as it did so.
"I expect we're coming into Brackhampton," said Mrs. McGillicuddy.
"We're getting into the outskirts, I think," said Miss Marple.
There were lights flashing past outside, buildings, an occasional glimpse
The Birth of Venus
There were lights flashing past outside, buildings, an occasional glimpse of streets and trams. Their speed slackened further. They began crossing points.
"We'll be there in a minute," said Mrs. McGillicuddy, "and I can't really see this journey has been any good at all. Has it suggested anything to you, Jane?"
"I'm afraid not," said Miss Marple in a rather doubtful voice.
"A sad waste of good money," said Mrs. McGillicuddy, but with less disapproval than she would have used had she been paying for herself. Miss Marple had been quite adamant on that point.The Birth of Venus