The British Pullman Train and other Assorted Stories

I quickly dressed up, opened the door and started moving towards the place where the cry had come from. There was actually no one in the other rooms. I understood that something quite serious had happened. Now I had carried my pistol concealed under my tunic. I slowly walked towards the place from where I heard the cry. When I reached the place, I saw a large crowd in front of me. They looked like a wall in front of me. Slowly I pushed aside quite a number of people with a polite ‘Excuse me’. When I had pushed everyone aside and reached the place where I had heard the cry coming from, I saw a young woman crying loudly. She was yelling at the top of her voice, “Someone stole my necklace. My diamond necklace. I am ruined. The necklace is worth 10 million pounds Oh my God, Oh my God. What do I do now? Please. Is there someone who can help me...”