Strangers on a (Victorian) Train

"Ah," thought the Rev. Grimscrabble, "more than ninety minutes 'til we pull into Fantods-on-Wye. Such opportunities are not to be wasted."

Little did he realize that Jimmy Worthingon was all-school wrestling champ and not without a plan or two of his own.

Twenty years later, they ran the poshest pensione in all of Firenze and were still happy as clams...