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A retired police officer dies explosively on a train. The other man with him runs out and the remaining man works in the courts and tries to help. He, the police detective, a young woman and some other police try to figure out what is going on. Was the man killed because of a secret envelope he had that disappeared? Or was he killed because he finally found a thief he had been hunting? Or was it another reason all together?

Hetherwick, a young barrister, is heading home late one night when two men enter his train compartment. He listens, intrigued, to their conversation about a beautiful and mysterious – but un-named – woman. When one of the men drops dead, for no apparent reason, as the train pulls into Charing Cross station, Hetherwick is thrown headlong into a disturbing and intriguing mystery that keeps him – and the police – guessing right to the end.

Hetherwick had dined that nighttime with pals who lived in Cadogan Gardens, and had stayed so past due in communique with his host that midnight had come before he left and set out for his bachelor chambers within the Temple; it became, indeed, by means of the fraction of a 2d that he caught the ultimate east-certain educate at Sloane Square. The train changed into nearly destitute of passengers; the car which he himself entered, a first-rate smoking compartment, turned into otherwise empty; no person came into it while the teach reached Victoria. But at St. James's Park two men were given in, and seated themselves opposite to Hetherwick.

Hetherwick had dined that evening with friends who lived in Cadogan Gardens, and had stayed so late in conversation with his host that midnight had come before he left and set out for his bachelor chambers in the Temple; it was, indeed, by the fraction of a second that he caught the last east-bound train at Sloane Square. The train was almost destitute of passengers; the car which he himself entered, a first-class smoking compartment, was otherwise empty; no one came into it when the train reached Victoria. But at St. James's Park two men got in, and seated themselves opposite to Hetherwick.

Hetherwick had dined that evening with friends who lived in Cadogan Gardens, and had stayed so late in conversation with his host that midnight had come before he left and set out for his bachelor chambers in the Temple; it was, indeed, by the fraction of a second that he caught the last east-bound train at Sloane Square. The train was almost destitute of passengers; the car which he himself entered, a first-class smoking compartment, was otherwise empty; no one came into it when the train reached Victoria. But at St. James's Park two men got in, and seated themselves opposite to Hetherwick.