Text TwoTwo Boxes of Gold ()1 Levison put his head out of the window. Its true, he said, drawing it in again. Two hours delay at least, the man says. Its very annoying, but these things happen. Well have some coffee and another game of cards. We must each look at our own luggage, or, if Mr Blamyre will go and order supper, I will see to it all. But goodness me, what is that shining out there by the station lamps? Hey, you sir, guard, what is happening at the station?2
