Munitions Factory of Doom As the train pulled into the station in Vienna, the conductor came to our compartment and told us arrangements will be made to have the body removed from the train after most of the passengers had departed, and during the chaos of loading grocery supplies and shipping packages for the rest of the trip. Watson had excused himself just prior to the train entering the city, and disappeared through the compartment door into the rail car hallway. He had returned just as the train entered the outskirts of the city with a valise I did not recognize. He stored it with his and his wife’s luggage. As we were waiting for workers to show up with a litter to remove the body, the conductor handed us a note. We were to meet Jack Grimm later at the hotel. The note claimed he had to attend to some last minute business meeting and was sorry he could not welcome us to the city in person. I knew he would be wary of an open public meeting with us now. He probably was in fact there in the station when the train pulled in, but saw the commotion, found out about the ‘natural’ yet untimely death of Watson’s wife and suspected something more sinister had occurred. We arranged for our combined luggage to be taken to the hotel, and arranged for the body of Watson’s wife to be kept at the local private Christian morgue until it could be taken back to London. We didn’t want it held at a public police morgue because of a possible examination of the corpse without us present would expose the small caliber chest entry wound. We met with some constables at the stationmaster’s office where they had Dr. Watson complete an official death certificate signifying the death was natural and of known causes. Watson’s held up his end and bullied through the ordeal, showing real suppressed grief, but signed the false statement. We went with the body to the Christian morgue and talked to the church official there. We told him we would be making immediate arrangements for the body to be coffined and sent back to England. In fact, that is what we did before we even went to the hotel. Watson expressed himself uncomfortable about sending his wife’s body home alone, but was determined to settle her murder before he would join her. When we got to the hotel, Jack had left a message at the check in desk that we were to meet at a particular café in the section of town known for its rough clientele. When Watson and I were led to our rooms, and the bellboy had deposited our respective luggage, Watson told me to come into his room now. Watson had waited for the staff to leave, and made sure the door was locked. “Holmes,” he said as he retrieved the foreign valise from his stack of luggage in the middle of the room. “I found this in the empty compartment of the murderer of my wife.” “Ah,” I deduced, “so you took the opportunity to try all of the empty compartments before we got to the station. The one that had no one occupying it, yet the key there would be the desired room. Very good thinking, Watson. “ “Yes, I reasoned that if he had ticketed only to Vienna, and someone had booked that compartment, finding his luggage would have cause an investigation for a missing passenger. Already having a corpse to inconspicuously remove from the train, we certainly did not want to be involved in any questioning by police. I brought it back to our compartment and threw it in with my stuff. It was not noticed there amongst my wife’s and my mixed sets. Let’s open it up and see what we can find.” The lock was easy to force open. We hadn’t found any keys at all on the body, and Watson only had time to see the compartment key thrown on the windowsill and grab the valise. He had to get back to our compartment before the train stopped. Whoever Mr. Stupe was, he had packed hurriedly as his fresh pair of socks didn’t match. We found some various other national currencies in another of his wallets that he had thrown in the valise. He apparently wasn’t sure which country he would find himself in. Or, perhaps he had plans to go to other countries if his probable assassination attempt would require him not to return to his journey’s start, but wait out developments in another. One does not carry an air gun if he did not have a deviant usage for it. There were several false papers with different false identities also in the wallet. We did find a note tucked into a spare pair of packed shoes. All it had was Jack Grimm’s name and the hotel we were currently staying in. A call down to the desk confirmed that Jack Grimm was indeed a guest of the hotel. I figured he set up the meeting with us at the remote café to keep distance between us, so that no one inquiring could connect our stay with his. He was hoping Stupe was the only one who had known we were to be his guests. He would not be giving us the promised tour of the city I surmised.