Phyllis’s Reviews > The Devil's Flute Murders > Status Update

Travelling was a still a hardship in the autumn of 1947. Even getting a train ticket was no mean feat. …since the trains tended to be packed with black marketeers and their buyers, they were not places where public displays of police presence were welcome... So now, Kindaichi found himself squeezed into this sardine-can of a train car looking like a crumpled handkerchief and gasping for breath.