For an instant the two trains ran together, side by side. In that frozen moment, Elspeth witnessed a murder. Helplessly, she stared out of her carriage window as a man remorselessly tightened his grip around a woman’s throat. The body crumpled. Then the other train drew away. But who, apart from Miss Marple, would take her story seriously? After all, there were no suspects, no other witnesses… and no corpse.
This definitely wasn’t my favourite Marple book. I enjoyed it but I didn’t feel fully engrossed in it at any time. I think it was because we didn’t know who the victim was for the majority of the book, I feel like I had no connection to them. I couldn’t really form any theories on what had happened because we didn’t even know who it was that was killed. The characters in this were interesting and I did enjoy reading about them. The story itself was good but I felt like it was missing something. It was a decent read but I did find myself tuning out at times.