Golden Stories A Selection of the Best Fiction by the Foremost Writers

A PELTING rain volleyed against the great glass dome of the terminus, a roaring wind boomed in the roof. Passengers, hurrying along the platform, glistened in big coats and tweed caps pulled close over their ears. By the platform the night express was drawn up – a glittering mass of green and gold, shimmering with electric lights, warm, inviting, and cozy.