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from an enthusiastic great-nephew. It was a racing car. Some foreign make –she couldn't remember the name now. Notonly that, she had seen this car or one exactly like it, seen it only yesterday in a sidestreet close to Bertram's Hotel. She had noticed it not only because of its size and itspowerful and unusual appearance but because the number had awakened some vague memory,some trace of association in her memory. FAN 1166. It had made hr think of her cousinFanny Godfrey. Poor Fanny who stuttered, who had said "I havegot t-t-t-wo s-s-s-potz…”
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　　She walked along and looked at the number of thiscar. Yes, she was quite right. FAN 2266. It was the same car. Miss Marple, her footstepsgrowing more painful every moment, arrived deep in thought at the other side of ChelseaBridge and by then was so exhausted that she hailed the first taxi she saw with decision.She was worried by the feeling that there was something she ought to do about things. Butwhat things and what to do about them? It was all so indefinite. She fixed her eyesabsently on some newsboards.
　　"Sensational developments in train robbery,"they ran. "Engine driver's story," said another one. Really! Miss Marplethought to herself, every day there seemed to be a bank hold-up or a train robbery or awage pay snatch.