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Death on the Channel Express
Case File #1: 14th July, 1924.
The Channel Express departed Victoria Station on time. By the time it arrived at Dover Marine, a man was dead in his first-class compartment. Natural causes, they said. The file was closed.
They were wrong. You have the passenger register. You have the victim’s secret notes. Now, find the killer.
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Death on the Channel Express
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Case Summary
Mr Roland James Ashby, 61, found unresponsive in a first-class compartment. Cause of death recorded as cardiac failure. Case closed: 18th July 1924.
You hold nine exhibits. You must apply them in order to the Southern Counties Railway Company Channel Express Passenger Register. Everything required to close this case is already in your hands.
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The Confession
You found me. Or rather, you found the ghost I left behind in that ledger.
Ashby was a meticulous man. That was his reputation at the Foreign Office, and that was his fatal flaw. He couldn’t let an anomaly pass without documenting it, categorizing it, tying a neat little bow around it. He noticed I wasn’t travelling like the others. He noticed the absence of things—the absence of family, the absence of military rank, the absence of a title like ‘Mrs’ or ‘Miss’.
He saw the negative space around me and realized it formed a shape he recognized from his days in intelligence.
The documents he carried were supposed to go to Paris. They detailed a compromised network, names that had remained buried since 1919. If they reached his contact, my life—the quiet, comfortable, ‘unremarkable’ life I had meticulously built as a ‘Gentleman’ travelling for ‘Commercial’ purposes—would end.
It wasn’t malice. It was self-preservation. A swift administration of a digitalis derivative slipped into his tea while the train rattled through Kent. By the time we reached Dover Marine, it looked like a tired heart simply giving out.
He almost beat me from beyond the grave with those notes. But almost isn’t good enough in this line of work. Still, I commend your logic, detective. You saw through the noise. You saw me.
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