In the half-light of early morning, Train No. 4034, bound for Paris, swung round the long bend outside the rail junction of Trappes, near Versailles. From the signal control box, high above the furrowed crisscross of rails that gleamed dully in the light of a swinging lantern, Signalman André Robert saw fire belching from the locomotive as it ground to a halt. Said he: "You see that man watering the engineI happen to know he gets 6,000 francs a month. His board and lodging costs him 5,100 a month. He is ashamed to tell his colleagues that he has...
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