There had been a murder on the train, and all passengers were suspects, the policemen and detectives were dismayed, they had thousands of clues that lead them nowhere, "Who and why did it?" the asked themselves.
The deceased had a cold and fixed smile carved on his face even though he was six feet underground; his plan had came out perfectly: the letters addressed to the other passengers, the fingerprints on his wagon, the trace of blood, the hair strands... He had left everything perfectly placed, the policemen and detectives would never realize that he was the murderer they were so desperately looking for.
The end.
