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Yes, murder," the elderly lady in the railway carriage was saying. " You're surprised, I can see. I was myself, at first, I really couldn't believe it, I thought I must be imagining things. J might have been the first time, but not the second, or the third, or the fourth. After that, one knows." " So many murders! " murmured the other occupant of the railway carriage. (Probably Scotland Yard got half a dozen old ladies a week coming in burbling about the amount of murders committed in their nice quiet country villages. There might be a special department for dealing with the old dears!) " So many murders! Rather hard to do a lot of murders and get away with it, eh ? " Miss Pinkerton shook her head. "No, no, my dear boy, that's where you're wrong. It's very easy to kill—so long as no one suspects you. And you see, the person in question is just the last person one would suspect. . . ." But is it the last person you would suspect. Surely you won't let Agatha Christie fox you again. It would be " again," wouldn't it? |