oil painting art work

By the engine, the driver and the fireman lay neatlygagged and trussed up. The man with the lantern called out:
　　"Everything O.K. here."
　　The guard lay by the embankment, similarly gaggedand tied.
　　The expert cracksmen in the postal van had donetheir work. Two more neatly trussed bodies lay on the floor. The special mailbags sailedout to where other men on the embankment awaited them.
　　In their compartments, passengers grumbled to eachother that the railways were not what they used to be.
　　Then, as they settled themselves to sleep again,there came through the darkness the roar of an exhaust.
　　"Goodness," murmured awoman. "Is that a jet plane?"