The people got more chatty. As I was walking down the corridor, I passed Arbuthnot standing in his door talking to MacQueen. The latter seemed very surprised when he spotted me. He thought I was getting off the train at Belgrade. After I clarified the situation to him I passed down the corridor. Two doors from my compartment the elderly American lady, Mrs. Hubbard was talking to the Swedish lady about aspirin, headaches and the cold. The Swedish woman departed, and there was only I and Mrs. Hubbard left. She was speaking to me about something I don't quite recall, (my, that lady cannot keep her mouth shut for more than five seconds) as Ratchett's servant came out of his compartment. Ratchett glanced at me for a moment. I could see the anger on his eyes. Then the door was shut. Mrs. Hubbard drew me aside and said she had a bad feeling about that man. She was afraid of Ratchett. She suspected him to be a murderer, or a train robber of some kind. Was she right? I myself didn't have a nice opinion about him either.
As Mrs. Hubbard was telling me another tale of her daughter, MacQueen passed us inviting Colonel to his carriage for a chat, as it hasn't been made up for the night yet. I said goodnight to Mrs. Hubbard and left to rest.
The barriers had truly broke.
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