Chapter 27: The Farewell Murder

The Farewell Murder I I was the only one who left the train at Farewell. A man came through the rain from the passenger shed. He was a small man. His face was dark and flat. He wore a gray waterproof cap and a gray coat cut in military style. He didn’t look at me. He looked at the valise and gladstone bag in my hands. He came forward quickly, walking with short, choppy steps. He didn’t say anything when he took the bags from me. I asked: “Kavalov’s?” He had already tu…