Abel stood on the platform, gazing at the steam locomotive, which was spewing plumes of smoke into the air as it slowly departed.
After accompanying Miss Thompson to her seat in the first-class compartment, he returned to the platform and waited for the train to leave.
He stood there with his hands resting on the cane, his gaze distant.
Winchester… The capital of capitals, he thought, a faint smile adorning his lips.
One day, I'll go there for sure.
After the train had left the platform, he finally turned around and exited the station. Emily's driver was still waiting for him outside.
Just as Abel was descending the steps, he overheard one of the many newsboys speak animatedly, trying to sell the papers in their hands.
"Extra! Extra! Another lady slain! Killer on the loose! Buy the Herald for the full story!"
Hearing those words, Abel's brows furrowed together.
Another lady was slain? He thought to himself with a grave expression.
