"Micheline took a surreptitious glance toward the stranger. The woman was staring at
                          her in an odd, almost sinister way. Even as she opened her wicker basket, the Sister
                          of the Scared Heart maintained the same penetrating stare. Micheline glanced down
                          at the contents of the basket. A sliver of sunlight invaded the drawn shades and
                          caught the gleaming blade of a long, sharp knife. It was too large for a fruit knife,
                          much too large, and what was a nun doing in a first-class compartment anyway?

                          The massive woman slowly grasped the instrument without ever taking her eyes off her
                          traveling companion. Cold fear ran up Micheline's spine. She wanted to flee, but since the
                          Good Sister was sitting by the door, she was too scared to move. The expression in those
                          dilated octopus eyes seemed to grow more ominous. Great beads of perspiration erupted
                          on Micheline's forehead. What did the woman want? Was she insane? Why was she
                          fondling the knife like that?"