Excerpt of Destination Murder by Donald Bain, Jessica Fletcher

It did seem as though we were traveling at a snail’s
pace,
although this wasn’t a sudden phenomenon. I’d noticed
since
leaving North Vancouver that the Whistler Northwind was
not
about to set any speed records. But that was the whole
point—wasn’t it?—a leisurely three-day journey on a
classic
train with every possible comfort, much like a luxury
cruise ship, taking in the beauty and majesty of British
Columbia. To go any faster would violate the very promise
of the trip. And there were other passengers in the
coaches
up front, passengers who were unaware of the tragedy that
had taken place in the car reserved for the members of
the
Track and Rail Club. Speed wouldn’t help Al Blevin, not
anymore. Still, I knew what Callie was feeling. I’m sure
we
all shared her desire to reach Whistler and get away from
the train, away from the dead body in the club car.