4:50 From Paddington
For a time the trains ran parallel... Mrs. McGillicuddy was able to look into a lighted carriage only a few feet away. Standing with his back to her was a man. His hands were around a woman's throat and he was slowly, relentlessly, strangling her. Her eyes were starting from their sockets, her...
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For a time the trains ran parallel...
Mrs. McGillicuddy was able to look into a lighted carriage only a few feet away.
Standing with his back to her was a man. His hands were around a woman's throat and he was slowly, relentlessly, strangling her. Her eyes were starting from their sockets, her face was purple and congested. The end came as Mrs. McGillicuddy watched. Then the train accelerated rapidly and vanished from her sight.
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Format: paperback
Publish date: 1967
Publisher: Fontana
Pages no: 190
Edition language: English
Series: Miss Marple
I forget about Agatha Christie's books and when I read one I remember why they are still being read today. They are good! This is one of Miss Marple's books. Her friend has seen a murder on a train but no one believes her. It is up to Miss Marple to find the body and the murderer. I enjoyed th...
Ah Christie, you cunning minx you. I knew my earlier guess had low odds for being right, but I never saw that coming. I probably should have given the book a higher rating, but it started off slow and frankly, I don't feel confident yet that Christie didn't pull a rabbit out of her hat here. I ne...
I have watched the Margaret Rutherford movie adaption at least five times over the last two years, so I was pefectly aware who the murderer is going to be. But man, did I adore this book, or what? I really, really loved it. It was so much fun, especially Lucy Eyelesbarrow among the Crackenthorp crow...
This is narrated by Joan Hickson, who previously starred in the older Marple adaptations. Her voice is almost masculine, in the way that the voices of strong-willed elderly ladies can become masculine in later life. Miss Marple is deceiving - she is most emphatically not a fluttering, twittering o...
Just when you think you know what's going on, she rips the rug right out from under you. A true master.
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