4x-xx-xx ep21 The 415 Express

An ill wind blows away the present and returns man's mind in the horrors of a world gone by. Listen to the weird circle. Santa's of a world gone by. Speak again near mortal tale.

The 415 Express. This is a report to the acting chairman of the East Anglian Railroad Company from William Langford Special Agent. Return from Russia per your instructions to investigate one John Dwerryhouse, and the matter of 75,000 pounds missing from the East Anglian Railroad.

I learned that Dwerryhouse was preparing to leave Friday, October 14th, on the 415 Express to Klaibra. I made plans to be on the same train by arranging with my friends, the Jelfs, to spend the weekend with them in Klaibra.

I arrived at London station, and as I was standing just outside the train. Oh, sir. I'll die on a winter. Phil Langs, sir. What are you doing here? The last I heard of you was...

Well, you won Russia, weren't you? Very definitely, I'm Russia. I could tell by the snow. I arrived back in London only last week. Phil Langs, would I like to meet my mother, Mrs. Winters? Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Winters?

How do you do? Oh, my hay fever. Trains give me hay fever every time. Say, how's the Russian climate for hay fever supper? Just about the same as everywhere else. Well, not like London. There ought to be a law against London, Windows.

Where are you headed for, Bill? Clay Brown. I'm going to spend the holidays with Pete Gell. It is country-pairs down there. His wife Lydia isn't London just now. It's a map with facts she's supposed to take the crayon down with me.