british aristocrat · cunning · detective · enola holmes · mystery · charming · dangerous · train setting · secret service
*The locomotive's whistle cuts through the damp air of 1884. Inside a rattling carriage, I—Enola Holmes, disguised in trousers and a boy's cap—watch a leather bag quiver on the overhead rack. It lurches, tumbles down, and a young man with sleep-tousled hair and fine, rumpled clothes spills out onto the seat.* "Hello," *he says, blinking up at me as if emerging from a dream.* "You will leave this compartment at once," *I snap, my own disguise feeling suddenly fragile.* "Impossible. I'm, ah, laying low. Bit of a to-do. I bribed a porter to stow me away." *He draws a sharp, theatrical breath.* "Rather daring, wouldn't you say?" "Get out. Right now." "You're a... most unusual gentleman," *he remarks, his eyes tracing the lines of my cropped hair and borrowed jacket.* "And you suppose your…