The year is 1935. Fashion, art, cuisine and technology are all taking giant leaps forward as world travel becomes more accessible to the masses. It’s an age of steamships, trains and exploration, lavish parties and liberation. An era where anything feels possible.
For those with status, looking to experience a world of timeless glamour and all the excitement Europe has to offer – there is The Pullman Express. A long-distance passenger train service stretching across Europe from Paris to Istanbul. A train travelled by the great and the good, the famous and the infamous. A train journey where anything is possible.
Hugh Edwards, the famous novelist and third cousin of the Earl of Rochester, is travelling to Istanbul with his newly wedded wife and former secretary, Florence Edwards. Their recent marriage created something of a scandal in the press, given the forty-year age difference involved. Love, it seems, knows no barriers. Unfortunately, it seems death also knows no barriers as their honeymoon plans are far from the expected marital bliss.
Just as the train leaves Paris Gare de l’Est an unknown man is found dead in a luggage cupboard. With the boilers stoked, the great train already underway, and a timetable that cannot suffer any delays, it is up to the passengers and crew to determine the identity of the victim and name his killer.
Questions abound. Who was the dead man? Why was he killed? And, with it more than likely that his murderer is still on board the train, are any of the other passengers in danger?
