Bøker av Arthur Griffiths

"Again and again the porter knocked and called loudly. Still meeting with no response, he opened the door of the compartment and went in.It was now broad daylight. No blind was down; indeed, the one narrow window was open, wide; and the whole of the interior of the compartment was plainly visible, all and everything in it.The occupant lay on his bed motionless. Sound asleep? No, not merely asleep-the twisted unnatural lie of the limbs, the contorted legs, the one arm drooping listlessly but stiffly over the side of the berth, told of a deeper, more eternal sleep.The man was dead. Dead-and not from natural causes..."