Hello and welcome to another episode of nostalgic mystery Radio. I'm your host Stevie K.

And that's my honor to bring you the radio shows of yesterday year. For this episode, I bring you

Akitha Christi's Miss Marple, episode titled The 450 from Paddington. 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.

So sit back and relax, and I hope you enjoy this nostalgic mystery radio.

Thank you for listening. We present June Whitfield as Miss Marple in Agatha Christie's 450 from Paddington.

My grandmother always used to insist that a true lady must either be shocked nor surprised.

So when Mrs. McGillicuddy, who had come down to St Mary Meade to stay with me for a few days greeted me with the words.

Oh, Jean, I've just seen a murder.

I merely raised my eyebrows a little and shook my head, sat her down by the fire,

and asked her to tell me all about it. As Noel, the angels did say, was to certain, or shelled, the train standing at Platform 3 is the 450 for Brackhampton, Milchester, Waverton, Carville Junction and stations to Chadden.

Passengers for Brackhampton and

Milchester travel in the rear of the train.

I had all my Christmas shopping, of course, and I was lucky to find Porter, except that he ushered me to a third-class carriage.

What on earth did he take me for?

However, at last I did get a compartment all to myself.

I must admit that I fell asleep the moment the train pulled out of the station.

I slept for 35 minutes. I know that, for I looked at my watch the moment I woke up.

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