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