“What is this nonsense?! I’m a proper, respectable citizen of this great nation!” he said.
“Don’t worry – we’re just going to question you. In the black room.” The young officer with long, ashen hair dragged Harold away. His voice was like the hiss of a snake. “The black room is a very fine place. It’s been missing new mea—visitors, I mean.”
The policeman began cackling. Then, suddenly, he went mute. A twelve-inch knife pierced his back.
If the war had taught Roger one thing, it was never to doubt before a crucial strike.
He freed Harold from the officer’s grip, caught up with Rose and the three escaped the station mostly intact.
Gasping for breath, body aching, Roger snatched Rose by the collar.
“You. Listen. It’s time to explain yourself,” he said. “Why did you save us? And why did you stop the train with that tree?”
Rose’s eyes widened in shock.
She stared at Roger and said, “Yes, it‘s time to find out the truth“. A minute later Rose started telling an incredible story.
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