Take The High Road...

Take the High Road...After 11 o'clock at night, King's Cross Station in London is virtually deserted. The bars, shops, restaurants and bookstalls are all dark and shuttered. Except for an occasional burst of whistling by a porter in some far-off recess or the sudden acceleration of a Royal Mail van, the gloomy interior beneath the grimy vault of the glass roof is still and silent. Passengers waiting for the last trains of the day find themselves reduced to whispering, for fear, perhaps, of seemi...