Marc Chagall Painting

Marc Chagall Painting
Outside Milchester station, a taxi-driver who had been watching the exit came forward. He spoke in a soft local voice.
"Is it Mrs. McGillicuddy? For St. Mary Mead?"
Mrs. McGillicuddy acknowledged her identity. The porter was recompensed, adequately if not handsomely. The car, with Mrs. McGillicuddy, her suitcase, and her parcels drove off into the night. It was a nine-mile drive. Sitting bolt upright in the car, Mrs. McGillicuddy was unable to relax. Her feelings yearned for expression. At last the taxi drove along the familiar village street and finally drew up at its destination; Mrs. McGillicuddy got out and walked up the brick path to the door. The driver deposited the cases inside as the door was opened by an elderly main. Mrs. McGillicuddy passed straight through the hall to where, at the open sitting-room door, her hostess awaited her; an elderly frail old lady.
Marc Chagall Painting
"Elspeth!"
"Jane!"
They kissed and, without preamble or circumlocution, Mrs. McGillicuddy burst into speech.
"Oh, Jane!" she wailed. "I've just seen a murder!"
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Marc Chagall Painting