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4.50 from Paddington (aka What Mrs. McGillicuddy Saw)

by Agatha Christie

published 1957

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In this Miss Marple mystery, our story starts, not with Miss Marple, but with another elderly lady, Mrs. McGillicuddy.  After doing some Christmas shopping in London, Mrs. McGillicuddy boards the 4.50 from Paddington, heading to the country to visit an old friend.  On the way, another train momentarily runs parallel to Mrs. McGillicuddy’s.  In that brief moment, the blind in the carriage of the other train flies up and Mrs. McGillicuddy sees a murder being committed.

Although she reports this when her train arrives at the station, no one really takes her seriously, especially since no body is discovered.  Luckily, the old friend Mrs. McGillicuddy is stopping to see happens to be none other than our intrepid Miss Marple, who takes her friend very seriously indeed.  Unable to do the legwork herself, Miss Marple calls upon a younger friend, Lucy.  Together, with Lucy finding the clues and Miss Marple piecing them together, both body and murderer are, of course, found.

While a good mystery, this one seemed to lack a lot of what one might call “Miss Marpleisms” – where she draws completely baffling parallels between players in the current story and people back in her home village.  While we do get a few of these conversations, the bulk of the action is taking place with Lucy and her conversations instead.  I missed the fluttery Miss Marple comparisons, and attempting to figure out what she’s saying (which is often more of a mystery than the mystery itself!).

Still, there were a few solid conversations with Miss Marple, and, as usual, a few of Christie’s personal beliefs did flow through well.  Two conversations in particular really struck me in this story.  In the first, Lucy is distressed because she and Miss Marple have discovered a potential motive for the murder:

“And yet – there was quite a lot of money, wasn’t there?  You’d think it would be enough shared out…”  She paused, the words tailing off.

“The trouble is,” said Miss Marple, “that people are greedy.  Some people.  That’s so often, you know, how things start.  You don’t start with murder, with wanting to do murder, or even thinking of it.  You just start by being greedy, by wanting more than you’re going to have.”

I appreciate the way that Christie doesn’t beat around the bush with her concept of what makes people do bad things.  In Christie’s narratives, people don’t do bad things because “society didn’t train them right” or because they “lacked a supportive family” or any of the other weak social excuses that seem to be handed to every criminal out there these days.  In Christie’s book, people do bad things because their own greedy desires lead them to do bad things, and they lack the moral character to stand against those selfish impulses.

This idea is illustrated by another conversation a few pages later, which Miss Marple is recounting the story of a woman who murdered two of her children and was planning to murder the third –

“[those murders weren’t committed] exactly for money.  She was jealous of them for being younger than she was and alive, and she was afraid – it’s a terrible thing to say but it’s true – they would enjoy themselves after she was gone.  She’d always kept a very tight hold on the purse strings.  Yes, of course she was a little peculiar, as they say, but I never see myself that that’s any real excuse.  I mean you can be a little peculiar in so many different ways.  Sometimes you just go about giving all your possessions away and writing cheques on bank accounts that don’t exist, just so as to benefit people.  It shows, you see, that behind being peculiar you have quite a nice disposition.  But of course if you’re peculiar and behind it you have a bad disposition – well, there you are.”

In Miss Marple’s book, and by everything I can read, in Christie’s as well, there is no room for the currently-favored “insanity” plea.  People who have done terrible things have done them whether they were crazy or not, and, as Christie frequently tells us, bad things cannot go unpunished.  And whether you agree or not with her conclusion, you must admit that it is one worth of contemplation.

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4 thoughts on “4.50 from Paddington (aka What Mrs. McGillicuddy Saw)

  1. Yes, I think you’ve hit on one of the things I like about Christie, and indeed about many of the older writers. There is a clear divide between good people and evil people, and she’s not afraid to use the word evil. In modern crime-writing, (as in life), there are so many shades of grey. Often I actually find the criminals more honourable than the ‘good’ guys and that never sits well with me. Sure, there’s corruption in the police, but most detectives, I assume, are honourable people who behave well…

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  2. True, and even beyond being unafraid to have legitimate “bad” and “good” people, writers like Christie are unafraid to label certain actions as being intrinsically good or bad. In Christie’s writing, murder is always bad. It doesn’t matter who did it or what their justifications were or how deserving the victim was (although there are instances, most famously ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, where those questions are wrestled with at depth), murder is bad. There is a fantastic conversation between Poirot and the murderer in ‘The Patriotic Murders’ (‘One, Two, Buckle My Shoe’), wherein the murderer explains that the people killed were, basically, unimportant in comparison to the murderer himself, who is an important person in the world. And Poirot says that the lives of those four victims are just as important as the life of this one important man. In an era where morals, and, indeed, the “right” to kill those who are inconvenient (thus far, only if they are in the womb, just out of it, or quite elderly/sick, but it’s a slippery slope), Christie’s strong line on the value of life, all life, is refreshing to me.

    Have you ever read Christie’s autobiography? Like all autobiographies, I’m sure a lot of it is through rose-colored spectacles, but her writing is just delightful, and, after reading it, I see so much more of Christie herself in various of her characters.

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