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Title: The Rome Express

Author: Arthur Griffiths

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Language: English

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[Illustration: "_M. Flocon interposed with uplifted hand_."]

The ROME EXPRESS

By Arthur Griffiths

With a frontispiece in colours
By Arthur O. Scott

1907

THE ROME EXPRESS

CHAPTER I

The Rome Express, the _direttissimo_, or most direct, was approaching
Paris one morning in March, when it became known to the occupants of the
sleeping-car that there was something amiss, very much amiss, in the
car.

The train was travelling the last stage, between Laroche and Paris, a
run of a hundred miles without a stop. It had halted at Laroche for
early breakfast, and many, if not all the passengers, had turned out. Of
those in the sleeping-car, seven in number, six had been seen in the
restaurant, or about the platform; the seventh, a lady, had not stirred.
All had reentered their berths to sleep or doze when the train went on,
but several were on the move as it neared Paris, taking their turn at
the lavatory, calling for water, towels, making the usual stir of
preparation as the end of a journey was at hand.

There were many calls for the porter, yet no porter appeared. At last
the attendant was found--lazy villain!--asleep, snoring loudly,
stertorously, in his little bunk at the end of the car. He was roused
with difficulty, and set about his work in a dull, unwilling, lethargic
way, which promised badly for his tips from those he was supposed to
serve.

By degrees all the passengers got dressed, all but two,--the lady in 9
and 10, who had made no sign as yet; and the man who occupied alone a
double berth next her, numbered 7 and 8.

As it was the porter's duty to call every one, and as he was anxious,
like the rest of his class, to get rid of his travellers as soon as
possible after arrival, he rapped at each of the two closed doors behind
which people presumably still slept.

The lady cried