The 8.01 from Ocklington to Victoria. Crowded with passengers like any other busy commuter train on the Southern line. Each passenger cocooned in that curious dream-like limbo between home and work. And for ten of those passengers the journey was destined to hold a special significance . . .
For Miss Price, spinster, it was a marriage bureau. For Lady Majorie Mannering it was the start of a passionate affair. For Edward Blake, it brought a brief moment of happiness. For Sheila Tate it was the fairytale pumpkin that took her to the ball.
For them, and for the others, it was a safe world. Or so they thought. But it wasn’t only the official axe that threatened the train . . . Invisible wheels were in motion, accelerating slowly.
And no brake could halt the final tragedy.