"Of course not. Of course not," said Miss Marple quickly. "We shall know more, I expect, in the morning."
"In the morning?"
"I should imagine it will be in the morning papers. After this man had attacked and killed her, he would have a body on his hands. What would he do? Presumably he would leave the train quickly at the first station – by the way, can you remember if it was a corridor carriage?"
"No, it was not."
"That seems to point to a train that was not going far afield. It would almost certainly stop at Brackhampton. Let us say he leaves the train at Brackhampton, perhaps arranging the body in a corner seat, with the face hidden by the fur collar to delay discovery. Yes – I think that that is what he would do. But of course it will be discovered before very long – and I should imagine that the news of a murdered woman discovered on a train would be almost certain to be in the morning papers – we shall see."
II
But it was not in the morning papers.
Miss Marple and Mrs. McGillicuddy, after making sure of this, finished their breakfast in silence. Both were reflecting. After breakfast, they took a turn round the garden. But this, usually an absorbing pastime, was today somewhat halfhearted. Miss Marple did indeed call attention to some new and rare species she had acquired for her rock-garden but did so in an almost absentminded manner. And Mrs. McGillicuddy did not, as was customary, counter-attack with a list of her own recent acquisitions.
"The garden is not looking at all as it should," said Miss Marple, but still speaking absentmindedly. "Doctor Haydock has absolutely forbidden me to do any stooping or kneeling – and really, what can you do if you don't stoop or kneel? There's old Edwards, of course – but so opinionated. And all this jobbing gets them into bad habits, lots of cups of tea and so much pottering – not any real work."