The Birth of Venus

The Birth of Venus
Her mind went back to the scene she had witnessed. Horrible, quite horrible…. She was a strong-nerved woman, but she shivered. What a strange - what a fantastic thing to happen to her, Elspeth McGillicuddy! If the blind of the carriage had not happened to fly up…. But that, of course, was Providence.
Providence had willed that she, Elspeth McGillicuddy, should be a witness of the crime. Her lips set grimly.
Voices shouted, whistles blew, doors were banged shut. The 5.38 drew slowly out of Brackhampton station. An hour and five minutes later it stopped at Milchester.
The Birth of Venus
Mrs. McGillicuddy collected her parcels and her suitcase and got out. She peered up and down the platform. Her mind reiterated its former judgment: Not enough porters. Such porters as there were seemed to be engaged with mail bags and luggage vans. Passengers nowadays seemed always expected to carry their own cases. Well, she couldn't carry her suitcase and her umbrella and all her parcels. She would have to wait. In due course she secured a porter.
"Taxi?"
"There will be something to meet me, I expect."
The Birth of Venus