TRAIN TO HELL'S GATE

THE SPARK FOR A PERFECT CRIME.


A great idea was born when Hamu suddenly saw the picture of his old associate, Fouad. Hamu’s wheels started turning. Hamu and this man, Fouad, had always resembled each other. Now, each of them, with his early white hair and mustache, was an incredibly spitting image of the other. Someone said, “It would take finger prints to tell you apart.”

Hamu’s wheels got turning. He saw the making of a perfect crime.