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There was a silence and then Mrs. McGillicuddy planted her feet sturdily, stood still, and turned on her friend.
"Well?" she said.
It was a small insignificant word, but it acquired full significance from Mrs. McGillicuddy's tone, and Miss Marple understood its meaning perfectly.
"I know," she said.
The two ladies looked at each other.
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"I think," said Miss Marple "we might walk down to the police station and talk to Sergeant Cornish. He's intelligent and patient, and I know him very well, and he knows me. I think he'll listen – and pass the information on to the proper quarter."
Accordingly, some three-quarters of an hour later, Miss Marple and Mrs. McGillicuddy were talking to a fresh-faced grave man between thirty and forty who listened attentively to what they had to say.
Frank Cornish received Miss Marple with cordiality and even deference. He set chairs for the two ladies, and said: “Now what can we do for you, Miss Marple?"
Miss Marple said: "I would like you, please, to listen to my friend Mrs. McGillicuddy's story."
And Sergeant Cornish had listened. At the close of the recital he remained silent for a moment or two.