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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Fezziwig" data-source="post: 1578806" data-attributes="member: 59">Diggory nods, removes his jacket, and sits down.  He rubs his eyes thoughtfully before he begins.  "We had been at a cricket match out near Chiswick.  While we were waiting for a train, a man, one Horatio Cartwright, approached us -- he recognized Mr. Shaw.  When he got on the train, a blind man sat down in the same cubicle as him.  The train neared Chapham.  As it entered the tunnel -- do you know the tunnel, Mr. Robinson? -- there was a cry in the dark, a thud, and then the emergency brakes.  To make the story short, both men, Cartwright and the blind man, were dead, Cartwright's hand on the brake and the blind man's hand on a knife in Cartwright's chest.  A letter in Cartwright's pocket was addressed to 'J. Oldacre Esq., 23 Jermyn Street, Westminster.'  We were headed there to investigate when you dashed out with that package."  Diggory shrugs and leans back in his chair.  "I think you see the basis of our concern, Mr. Robinson."OOC: Right now, Diggory is intentionally leaving out the bit about the blind man's eyes -- if any of the others try to bring it up, he interrupts firmly yet politely.  The inspector doesn't believe right now that it's of any benefit to bring it up to Robinson.</blockquote>