A hot, tired young man boarded a Pullman in Washington one night last week, squeezed his lanky length into a berth, went quickly to sleep. Half hour later, as the train was clacking through Maryland, another man tiptoed down the aisle, parted the green baize curtains, popped a package of papers on the sleeper. The man in the berth rose up, seized what had struck him, hurled it at the intruder. The man in the aisle picked it up, tossed it back into the berth once more. Swish, the...
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