I watched it there, as the flicking lights lit it up, my hunger increasing in a prickling sensation I knew and loved so well, the thrill of the hunt. Finally I expose the clasp, and leaving it hanging sat back for a minute to let them settle. Then I slipped it around, silently thanking her for the slickness of the high necked pretty blouse that made my attempt so easy. Ever so slowly I pulled it out, exposing its gold chain. I could feel the slippery sleekness of her blouse, and I will admit I did perk up in doing so. I slowly moved my fingers up behind her seat, dipping down I felt through her ultra-soft hair until my fingers felt the cold hardness of her necklace. The back two rows of seats were vacant, so I slipped into the seat directly behind them. I noticed her necklace hanging provokingly down, flickering in the passing lights that lit up the car in ten second intervals. The head of her husband was back on the seat snoring. Her head was on his shoulders, an arm curled around him. As I made my way back to my car I saw them in their seats, sleeping soundly. Late that evening the newlyweds were abruptly placed back into my thoughts. I enjoyed a few drinks while anticipating the new opportunities that should be plentiful at my next stop. When they left the dining car I stayed at the bar, quickly forgetting about the pair. When she talked, her hands made little motions, and it was a pleasure to watch her rings sparkle from fingers as she did so.
Especially the existence of the solid gold necklace set with tiny rubies and diamonds she wearing, loosely hanging down from around her throat. He was wearing a fitted suit, and by his expression, was ignorant of anything else but his bride’s existence. She was a very attractive long haired brunette, wearing a long flowing skirt and a high-necked satiny blouse with long sleeves. I could tell by the way they had acted, and by the shiny new gold rings they sported.
Taking a seat in the nearby bar I had taken the opportunity to observe them. I had spotted a young couple sitting alone at small table in the dining car. I was traveling between cities, after finishing a weeks’ worth of “business”, successfully making a handsome “little” profit on the jewels I collected from several unsuspecting wealthy women. The following remarkable account centered on a couple named Caboyt is my case in point. And I could not say the number of times I had collected a tidy sum by just keeping my ears open to such talk. It is truly amazing what people will talk about on a train. Subject: A rather unprincipled & deviously unscrupulous scoundrel The study below was uncovered through research for the following Doctorial dissertation: This is where the mysterious stranger had whispered to meet, Why
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