of the partment and passed in； drawing it to behind him。
An idea flashed across Katherine's mind。 Could this be the man of whom the other woman had spoken … the man she was journeying to meet。
Then Katherine told herself that she was romancing。 In all probability she had mistaken the partment。
She went back to her own carriage。 Five minutes later the train slackened speed。
There was the long plaintive hiss of the Westinghouse brake； and a few minutes later the train came to a stop at Lyons。
Chapter 11
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 partment 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。〃
Katherine nodded。 She sat by the window； entranced by the sunlit panorama。 The palid trees； the deep blue of the sea； the bright yellow mimosa came with all the charm of novelty to the woman who for fourteen years had known only the drab winters of England。
When they arr