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At the same moment, Mrs. McGillicuddy's train slowed down again and the other began to gain speed. It passed forward and a moment or two later it had vanished from sight.
Almost automatically Mrs. McGillicuddy's hand went up to the communication cord, then paused, irresolute. After all, what use would it be ringing the cord of the train in which she was travelling? The horror of what she had seen at such close quarters, and the unusually circumstances, made her feel paralysed. Some immediate action was necessary - but what?
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The door of her compartment was drawn back and a ticket collector said: "Ticket, please."
Mrs. McGillicuddy turned to him with vehemence.
"A woman has been strangled," she said. "In a train that just passed. I saw it."
The ticket collector looked at her doubtfully.
"I beg your pardon, madam?"
"A man strangled a woman! In a train. I saw it – through there." She pointed to the window.
The ticket collector looked extremely doubtful.
"Strangled?" he said disbelievingly.
"Yes, strangled! I saw it, I tell you. You must don something at once!"
The ticket collector coughed apologetically.
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