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What on earth do you expect, Jane?" she asked. "Another murder?"
"Certainly not," said Miss Marple shocked. "But I confess I should like to see for myself, under your guidance, the - the – really it is most difficult to find the correct term – the terrain of the crime."
So accordingly on the following day Miss Marple and Mrs. McGillicuddy found themselves in two opposite corners of a first-class carriage speeding out of London by the 4.50 from Paddington. Paddington had been even more crowded than on the preceding Friday - as there were now only two days to go before Christmas, but the 4.50 was comparatively peaceful – at any rate, in the rear portion.

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this occasion no train drew level with them, or they with another train. At intervals trains flashed past them towards London. On two occasions trains flashed past them the other way going at high speed. At intervals Mrs. McGillicuddy consulted her watch doubtfully.
"It's hard to tell just when - we'd passed through a station I know…. But they were continually passing through stations."
"We're due in Brackhampton in five minutes," said Miss Marple.
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