15.

There.

The boys had gone, and the girl was gone, and the train was stopped at a platform, and the doors were open. The platform was empty. An alarm bell was ringing. Perhaps the girl had pulled the emergency cord before she ran, or had gone to get help.

 

 

I walked into the train and looked down at my bloody body, which was fast asleep, and possibly already commencing a dream of flowers in vases, and bandages.

Lying beside me was my briefcase with a brass clasp.

I picked it up and took it with me.