X – Three Who Died–––––––– A PASSENGER LEISURELY selecting his compartment during the wait at Kensington opened a carriage door and staggered back coughing. A solicitous porter and an alarmed station official ran forward and pulled open the door, and the sickly odour of almonds pervaded the station. A little knot of passengers gathered and peered over one another's shoulders, whilst the station inspector investigated. By and by came a doctor, and a stretcher, and a policeman from the street without. Together they lifted the huddled form of a dead man from the carriage and laid it on the platform. "Did you find anything?" asked the policeman. "A sovereign and a broken bottle," was the reply. The policeman fumbled in the dead man's pockets. "I don't suppose he'll have any papers to sh