Gustav Klimt Painting

Gustav Klimt Painting
This direction, of course. You don't suppose I'd have been able to see all this if a train had flashed past going in the other direction?"
The ticket collector looked as though he thought Mrs. McGillicuddy was quite capable of seeing anything anywhere as the fancy took her. But her remained polite.
"You can rely on me, madam," he said. "I will report your statement. Perhaps I might have your name and address - just in case…"
Mrs. McGillicuddy gave him the address where she would be staying for the next few days and her permanent address in Scotland, and he wrote them down. Then he withdrew with the air of a man who has done his duty and dealt successfully with a tiresome member of the travelling public.
Gustav Klimt Painting
Mrs. McGillicuddy remained frowning and vaguely unsatisfied. Would the ticket collector really report her statement? Or had he just been soothing her down? There were, she supposed vaguely, a lot of elderly women travelling around, fully convinced that they had unmasked communist plots, were in danger of being murdered, saw flying saucers and secret space ships, and reported murders that had never taken place. If the man dismissed her as one of those…
Gustav Klimt Painting