Bouguereau William

Bouguereau William
A faint flush of achievement came into Miss Marple's cheeks.
"Perhaps one ought not to feel so, she said, but it is rather gratifying to form a theory and get proof that it is correct!"
She fingered the small tuft of fur. "Elspeth said the woman was wearing a light-coloured fur coat. I suppose the compact was in the pocket of the coat and fell out as the body rolled down the slope. It doesn't seem distinctive in any way, but it may help. You didn't take all the fur?"
"No, I left half of it on the thorn bush."
Miss Marple nodded approval.
"Quite right. You are very intelligent, my dear. The police will want to check exactly."
"You are going to the police – with these things?"
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"Well - not quite yet…." Miss Marple considered: “It would be better, I think, to find the body first. Don't you?"
"Yes, but isn't that rather a tall order? I mean, granting that your estimate is correct. The murderer pushed the body out of the train, then presumably got out himself at Brackhampton and at some time - probably that same night - came along and removed the body. But what happened after that? He may have taken it anywhere."
"Not anywhere," said Miss Marple. "I don't think you've followed the thing to its logical conclusion, my dear Miss Eyelesbarrow."
"Do call me Lucy. Why not anywhere?"
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