The tall dark stranger paused irresolutely in front of the ticket office.
"A ticket, please, er, yes, absolutely. A ticket."
The lady behind the grille looked up sharply. "Yes, sir, we do sell tickets. Would you like to go anywhere in particular, sir?"
"Umm, yes, a ticket to..... Helmislaben."
Eva was so astonished she fell off her stool, which the traveller couldn't help noticing was fashioned in the local ornate rustic style, and probably from Alder wood.
"Why... " she quavered, "are you by any chance...?"
But the traveller had grabbed the ticket from her palsied hand, and was even now boarding the train.
Eva was immediately on the telephone.
"Anni-Frid", she gasped, "He's back. Dr. Flugelpik is back. He was right here!"
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