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Greeting were exchanged; Lucy Eyelesbarrow led her guest to the gloomiest of the writing-rooms, and said: "I'm afraid I'm rather booked up just at present, but perhaps you'll tell me what it is you want me to undertake?"
"It's very simple, really," said Miss Marple. "Unusual, but simple. I want you to find a body."
For a moment the suspicion crossed Lucy's mind that Miss Marple was mentally unhinged, but she rejected the idea. Miss Marple was eminently sane. She meant exactly what she had said.
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"What kind of a body?" asked Lucy Eyelesbarrow with admirable composure.
"A woman's body," said Miss Marple. "The body of a woman who was murdered - strangled actually – in a train."
Lucy's eyebrows rose slightly.
"Well, that's certainly unusual. Tell me about it."
Miss Marple told her. Lucy Eyelesbarrow listened attentively, without interrupting. At the end she said:
"It all depends on what your friend saw – or thought she saw –?"
She left the sentences unfinished with a question in it.