Murder in Mexico

A thrilling mystery of intrigue, romance and murder. Micheline took a surreptitious glance toward the stranger. The woman was staring at her in an odd, almost sinister way. Even as she opened her wicker basket, the Sister of the Scared Heart maintained the same penetrating stare. Micheline glanced down at the contents of the basket. A sliver of sunlight invaded the drawn shades and caught the gleaming blade of a long, sharp knife. It was too large for a fruit knife, much too large, and what was a nun doing in a first-class compartment anyway? The massive woman slowly grasped the instrument without ever taking her eyes off her traveling companion. Cold fear ran up Micheline's spine. She wanted to flee, but since the Good Sister was sitting by the door, she was too scared to move. The expression in those dilated octopus eyes seemed to grow more ominous. Great beads of perspiration erupted on Micheline's forehead. What did the woman want? Was she insane? Why was she fondling the knife like that?