"We've been quite crafty: we tried finding out who won that massive lottery pay-out the other week, but the Editor got cold feet..." Jill chuckled to herself, thereby not noticing an eye pop open before hastily closing again as she turned to address him once more, sighing ..". I say good luck to the guy, whoever he is. I just wish he'd share out a few of his millions with me " "M-m-m-more lemonade?" Paul burbled self-consciously, offering her a swig of the next best thing. ******* Take one humble railway booking clerk. Take one 22 million "rollover" Lottery prize. Put the two together and that shy individual's otherwise ordinary life need never be ordinary again. Will he splash out on all the material goodies that life has to offer to those with spare cash? Will he dispose of his winnings on fast cars, holidays or big houses? Or even indulge his hobby of riding around on trains? Or is there a much more radical and heart-warming way of spending the nation's biggest gambling prize ever? Take one heinous and sickening murder. Take one wealthy philanthropist with a desire to see justice done. Introduce him to an individual only too willing to assist him - at a price An individual who is meanwhile nursing a grudge against the British political establishment and who will stop at nothing to be avenged for other perceived wrongs. Then, all of a sudden, the prize of a lifetime has become a most terrible curse; and instead our taciturn train-spotter finds himself riding the "train from hell.""