I was travelling across Europe in my private railway carriage. I served my guest a traditional ‘pre-breakfast breakfast’ of Emmental cheese and salami served with sweet bread rolls. This would tide us over until ‘proper breakfast’ I assured him.

Suddenly I remembered how I’d struggled with my luggage to get on board the train. Under the guise of helping me, a young man had run off with one of my suitcases. I had reached calmly into my handbag, pulled out a gun and shot him in the back. I was a spy!