Murder
Katherine wakened the next morning to brilliant sunshine. She went along to breakfast early, but met none of her acquaintances of the day before. When she returned to her compartment it had just been restored to its daytime appearance by the conductor, a dark man with a drooping moustache and melancholy face.
“Madame is fortunate,” he said; “the sun shines. It is always a great disappointment to passengers when they arrive on a grey morning.”
“I should have been disappointed, certainly,” said Katherine.
The man prepared to depart.
“We are rather late, Madame,” he said. “I will let you know just before we get to Nice.”