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ng； but I didn't know it meant him。 I didn't know who it meant。 It was a message left for me while I was out。 'The Colonel is ing。' I didn't know any colonels。 Is the Chairman a colonel？'
'Yes；' I said。
'Oh well； no harm done。 I'd better go and see if he needs anything。' She hurried off； unperturbed。
Zak sighed。 'I could have saved myself that fee。'
'How do you mean？'
'Oh； Merry & Co pay me a lump sum to stage the mystery。 I engage the actors and pay them； and whatever is left at the end is mine。 Not much； sometimes。'
Voices were suddenly raised over in the crowd and people began scattering to the edges of the area； clearing the centre and falling silent。 Zak and I instinctively went nearer； he in front； I in his shadow。
On the floor； sprawling； lay the actor Raoul； with Donna and Pierre bending down to help him up。 Raoul dabbed at his nose with the back of his hand； and everyone could see the resulting scarlet streak。
Mavis Bricknell began saying loudly and indignantly； 'He hit him。 He hit him。 That young man hit our trainer in the face。 He had no right to knock him down。'
She was pointing at Sheridan Lorrimore； who had turned his back on the scene。
I glanced at Zak for enlightenment。
'That；' he said blankly； 'wasn't in the script。'
Nell smoothed it over。
Sheridan Lorrimore could be heard saying furiously and fortissimo to his father； 'How the hell could I know they were acting？ The fellow was being a bore。 I just bopped him one。 He deserved it。 The girl was crying。 And he was crowding me； pushing against me。 I didn't like it。'
His father murmured something。
'Apologize？' Sheridan said in a high voice。 'Apol…oh； all right。 I apologize。 Will that do？'
Mercer drew him away to a corner； and slowly； haltingly； the general good humour resurfaced。 Ironic pliments were paid to Pierre； Donna and Raoul for the potency and effect of their acting and Raoul played for sympathy and looked nobly forgiving； holding a handkerchief to his nose and peering at it for blood； of which there seemed to be not much。
Zak cursed and said that Pierre had in fact been going to knock Raoul to the ground at a slightly later time； and now that would have to be changed。 I left him to his problems because it was ing up to the time when Emil had said the crew should board the train； and I was due back in the coffee shop。
The carrot cakes had been reduced to crumbs and the coffee cups were empty。 The bussed consignment of grooms had arrived and were sitting in a group wearing Race Train T…shirts above their jeans。 Emil looked at his watch and another crew member arrived and said the puter in the crews' room downstairs was showing that the special train had just pulled into the station； Gate 6； Track 7； as expected。
'Bon；' Emil said； smiling。 'Then； Tommy； your duties begin。'
Everyone picked up their travelling bags and in a straggle more than a group walked back towards the passengers' assembly area。 As we approached we could hear the real Chairman of the Ontario Jockey Club weling everyone to the adventure and we could see Zak and the other actors waiting for him to finish so that they could get on with the mystery。
Jimmy the actor was dressed in a maroon VIA Rail station uniform； Zak was intent； and Ricky； due on in gory glory at any moment； was checking in a small handmirror that 'blood' was cascading satisfactorily from a gash on his head
Zak flashed a glance at the crew； saw me and gave me a thumbs…up sign The Chairman wound up to applause。 Zak tapped Ricky； who had put the mirror in his pocket； and Ricky went into the 'I've been attacked' routine most convincingly
Emil； the crew and I wasted no time watching。 We went on past and came to Gate 6； which was basically a staircase leading to ground level； where the rails were。 Even though it was high morning； the light was dim and artificial outside as acres of arched roof far above kept out the Canadian weather。
The great train was standing there； faintly hissing； silver； immensely heavy； stretching away in both directions for as far as one could see in the gloom In the Merry & Co office； I'd learned that each carriage （build of strong unpainted corrugated aluminium with the corrugations lying horizontally） was eighty…five feet long； and there were fifteen carriages in all； counting the horses； the baggage and the Lornmores。 With the engines as well； this train covered more than a quarter of a mile standing still
Two furlongs； I thought frivolously； to put it suitably。 Three times round the train more than equalled the Derby。
There was another long banner； duplication of the one in the station； fastened to the side of the train； telling all the passengers what they were going on； if they were still in any doubt。 The crew divided to right and left according to where their jobs were and； following Emil； I found myself climbing up not into the dining car but into one of the sleeping cars。
Emil briefly consulted a notebook； stowed his travel bag on a rack in a small bedroom and directed me to put my bag in the one next door。 He said I should remove my raincoat and my jacket and hang them on the hangers provided。
That done； he closed both doors and we descended again to the ground。
'It's easier to walk along outside while we are in the station；' he explained。 He was ever precise。 We walked along beside the wheels until the end of the train was in sight and finally walked past the dining car and at the end of it swung upwards through its rear door into the scene of operations。
The special dining car lived up to its name with a blue and red carpet； big blue padded leather chairs； polished wood gleaming in the lights and glass panels engraved with birds。 There were windows all down both sides with blue patterned curtains at intervals and green plants lodged above； behind pelmets。 Ten feet wide； the car was long enough to acmodate six oblong tables down each side of a wide aisle with four chairs at each… forty…eight seats； as promised。 All quiet； all empty。 All waiting。
'e；' Emil said； leading the way forward through the splendour； 'I show you the kitchen。'
The long； silvery； all…metal kitchen was already occupied by two figures dressed in white trousers and jackets topped by high white paper hats： the diminutive lady chef from Montreal and a tall willowy young man who introduced himself as Angus； the special chef employed by the outside firm of top class caterers who were providing for this journey the sort of food not usually served on trains
It seemed to my amused eyes that the two chefs were in chilly unfriendliness； marking out their territories； each； in the normal course of events； being accustomed to being the boss。
Emil； who must have picked up the same signals； spoke with a true leader's decisiveness 'In this kitchen this week ' he said to me； 'Angus is to mand。 Simone will assist。' Angus looked relieved； Simone resentful。 'This is because；' Emil said； as if it clinched matters； which it did； 'Angus and his pany have designed le menu and provided the food。'
The matter； everyone could see； was closed。 Emil explained to me that on this trip the linen； cutlery and glasses had been provided by the caterers； and without more ado he showed me first； where to find everything and second； how to set a table。
He watched me do the second table in imitation of his manner。 'You learn fast；' he said approvingly。 'If you practise； they will not tell you are not a waiter。'
I practised on about half of the remaining tables while the two other dining…room stewards； the real regular service attendants； Oliver and Cathy； set the rest。 They put things right with a smile when I got them wrong and I fell into their ways and rhythm of working as well as I could。 Emil surveyed the finished dining room with a critical eye and said that after a week I would probably be able to fold a napkin tidily。 They all smiled： it seemed that my napkins were already OK； and I felt quite ridiculously pleased； and also reassured。Outside the windows； the red hat of a porter trundling luggage went by； with； in its wake； the Lorrimores。
'They're boarding；' Emil said。 'When the train departs； our passengers will all e here for the champagne。' He bustled about with champagne flutes and ice and showed me how to fold a napkin round the neck of a bottle and how to pour without drips。 He seemed to have forgotten about only letting me loose on water。
There were voices outside as the train came alive。 I put my head out of the rear door of the dining car and； looking forward； saw all the passengers climbing upwards into the sleeping cars； with porters following after with their bags。 Several people were embarking also into the car behind the dining car； into the car which prised three bedrooms； a bar； a large lounge area and an upstairs glass…domed observation deck； the whole lot known； I'd discovered； as the dome car。
Forward by the gate through which the passengers were crowding； Nell was doing her stuff with bandages on the convincing bloodiness of Ricky。 The little scene concluded； she walked aft； looking inward through the windows； searching for someone； who in fact turned out to be me。
'I wanted to tell you；' she said； 'the Conductor… he's like the captain of a ship…knows that you're our security guard； sort of； and he's agreed to help you with anything you want； and to let you go everywhere in the train without question； including the engines； as long as the two engineers…they're the train…drivers…permit it； which he says they will once he's talked to them。 Say you are Tommy； when you see him。'
I gazed at her with admiration。 'You're marvellous；' I said。
'Yes； aren't I？' She smiled。 'Bill Baudelaire did ask about you。 I said you were here and you'd boarded early。 He seemed satisfied。 Now I've got to sort out all the people who persist in putting themselves into the wrong bedrooms 。。。' She had gone before she'd finished the sentence； climbing into the sleeping car forward of the kitchen and vanishing from view。
Filmer's bedroom was in that car。
It had been easy to get myself moved away from sleeping next door to him： it had happened naturally with my demotion to crew。 However much I might want to keep tabs on him； bumping into him several times a day in the corridor hardly seemed the best route to anonymously。
People started ing into the dining room and sitting at the tables regardless of the fact that we were still in the station。
'Where do we sit？' a pleasant faced woman asked Emil； and he said； 'Anywhere； madam。' The man with her demanded a double Scotch on the rocks and Emil told him that alcohol was available only after departure。 Emil was courteous and helpful。 I listened； and I learned。
Mercer Lorrimore came through into the dining car followed by his wife； who looked displeased。
'Where do we sit？' Lorrimore said to me； and I answered 'Anywhere； sir；' in best Emil fashion； which drew a fast appreciative grin from Emil himself。
Mercer and Bambi chose a centrally located table and were soon joined by their less than happy offspring； Sheridan audibly saying； 'I don't see why we have to sit in here when we have our own private car。'
Both mother and daughter looked as if they agreed with him but Mercer； smiling round clenched molars； said with surprising bitterness； 'You will do what I ask or accept the consequences。' And Sheridan looked furious but also afraid。
They had spoken as if I weren't there； which in a way I wasn't； as other passengers were moving round me； all asking the same questions。 'Anywhere； madam。 Anywhere； sir；' I said； and 'I'm afraid we can't serve alcohol before departure。'
Departure came from one instant to the next； without any whistles blowing； horns sounding or general ballyhoo。 One moment we were stationary； the next sliding forward smoothly； the transition from rest to motion of a quarter of a mile of metal achieved as if on silk。
We emerged from the shadow of the station into the bright light of noon； and Daffodil Quentin under her sunburst of curls made an entrance from the dome car end； looking about her as if accustomed to people leaping up to help。
'Where do we sit？' she ask