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'It's realistic；' I said with a smile。
She was unsoftened； unsoftenable
'My chair； as you see；' she said carefully； 'is next to the water tank。 I sit there and watch。 I do not think。。。 I repeat； I do not believe； that anyone has tampered with the water。'
'Mm；' I said calmingly。 'But you could ask the grooms； couldn't you； if they've seen anything wrong。'
She began to shake her head automatically； but then stopped and shrugged。 'I'll ask them； but they won't have。'
'And just in case；' I said； 'in case the worst happens and the horses prove to have been interfered with； I think I'll take a sample of what's in the tank and also what's in their buckets at this moment You wouldn't object to that； Ms Brown； would you？'
She grudgingly said she wouldn't。 George elected himself to go and see what could be done in the way of sample jars and presently returned with gifts from the Chinese cook in the dome car； in the shape of four rinsed…out plastic tomato…sauce bottles rescued from the rubbish bin。
George and Leslie Brown took a sample from the tank； draining it； at the dragon's good suggestion； from the tap lower down； where the buckets were filled。 I visited Voting Right； Laurentide Ice and Upper Gumtree； who all graciously allowed me to dip into their drink With Leslie Brown's pen； we wrote the provenance of each sample on the sauce label and put all four containers into a plastic carrier bag which Leslie Brown happened to have handy。
Carrying the booty； I thanked her for her kindness in answering our questions； and helping； and George and I retreated。
'What do you think？' he said； as we started back through the train。
'I think she now isn't as sure as she says she is。'
He chuckled 'She'll be doubly careful from now on。'
'As long as it's not already too late '
He looked as if it were a huge joke 'We could get the tank emptied； scrubbed and refilled at Winnipeg；' he said。
'Too late If there's anything in it； it was there before Thunder Bay； and the horses will have drunk some of it。
Some horses drink a lot of water。。。 but they're a bit fussy。 They won't touch it if they don't like the smell If there's traces of soap in it； for instance； or oil。 They'd only drink doped water if it smelled all right to them
'You know a lot about it；' George mented
'I've spent most of my life near horses； one way and another '
We reached his office where he said he had some paperwork to plete before we stopped fairly soon for ten minutes at Kenora。 We would be there at five…twenty； he said。 We were running thirty minutes behind the Canadian。 There were places the race train didn't really need to stop； he said； except to keep pace with the Canadian。 We needed always to stop where the trains were serviced for water； trash and fuel。
I had nowhere on our journey to and from the horse car seen the man with the gaunt face George had pointed someone out to me in the dayniter； but he was not the right person grey haired； but too ill…looking； too old The man I was looking for； I thought； was fifty…something； maybe less； still powerful； not in decline。
In a vague way； I thought； he had reminded me of Derry Welfram。 Less bulky than the dead frightener； and not as smooth； but the same stamp of man。 The sort Filmer seemed to seek out naturally。
I sat for an hour in my roomette looking out at the unvarying scenery and trying to imagine anything else that Filmer might have paid to have done。 It was all the wrong way round； I thought' it was more usual to know the crime and seek the criminal； than to know the criminal and seek his crime。
The four sample bottles of water stood in their plastic carrier on my roomette floor。 To have introduced something noxious into that tank； gaunt…face would certainly have to have bribed a groom。 He wasn't one of the grooms himself； though perhaps he had been one； somewhere； some time。 The grooms on the train were all younger； thinner and from what I'd seen of them in their uniform T…shirts less positive。 I couldn't imagine any of them having the nerve to stand up to Filmer and demand their money。
I spent the brief stop at the small town of Kenora hanging out of the open doorway past George's office； watching him； on the station side of the train； walk a good way up and down outside while he checked that all looked well。 The Lorrimores' car； it appeared； was still firmly tacked on。 Up behind the engine； two baggage handlers were loading a small pile of boxes。 I hung out of the door on the other side of the train for a while； but no one was moving out there at all。
George climbed back on board and closed the doors； and presently we set off again our last stop before Winnipeg。
I wished intensely that I had the power to see into Filmer's mind。 I ached to foresee what he was planning。 I felt blind； and longed for second sight。 Failing such superhuman qualities； however； there was only as usual ordinary observation and patience； and they both seemed inadequate and tame。
I went along to the dining car where I found that Zak had already positioned some of the actors at the tables for the cocktail…hour double…length scene。 He and Nell were agreeing that after the scene the actors would leave again （all except Giles…the…murderer）； even though they didn't like being banished all the time and were plaining about it。
Emil； laying tablecloths； said that wine alone was included in the fare； all other cocktails having to be paid for； and perhaps I'd better just serve the wine； he and Oliver and Cathy would do the rest。 Fine by me； I said； distributing ashtrays and bud vases。 I could set the wine glasses also； Emil said。 Glasses for red wine and for white at each place。
The passengers drifted in from their rooms and the dome car and fell into by now predictable patterns of seating。 Even though to my mind Bambi Lorrimore and Daffodil Quentin were as patible as salt and strawberries； the two women were again positioned opposite each other； bound there by the attraction between their men。 When I put the wine glasses on their table； Mercer and Filmer were discussing world…wide breeding in terms of exchange rates。
Daffodil told Bambi there was a darling little jewellery store in Winnipeg。
Xanthe was still clinging to Mrs Young。 Mr Young looked exceedingly bored。
Sheridan had struck up an acquaintanceship with the actor…murderer Giles； a slightly bizarre eventuality which might have odd consequences。
The Upper Gumtree Unwins and the Flokati couple seemed locked in mon interest： whether the instant friendship would wither after their mutual race would be Wednesday evening's news。
Most of the other passengers I knew only vaguely； by face more than by name。 I'd learned their names only to the extent that they owned horses in the horse car or had touched bases with Filmer； which came to only about half。 They were all in general pleasant enough； although one of the men sent nearly everything back to the kitchen to be reheated； and one of the women pushed the exceptional food backwards and forwards across her plate with flicking movements of her fork； sternly remarking that plain fare was all anyone needed for godliness。 What she was doing among the racing fraternity； I never found out。
Zak's long scene began with impressive fireworks as soon as everyone in the dining car had been served with a drink。
A tall man dressed in the full scarlet traditional uniform of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police strode into the dining car and in a conversation…stopping voice said he had some serious information for us。 He had e aboard at Kenora； he said； because the body of a groom from this train called Ricky had been found lying beside the railway lines near Thunder Bay。 He had been wearing his Race Train T…shirt； and he had identification in his pocket。
The passengers looked horrified。 The Mountie's impressive presence dominated the whole place and he sounded undoubtedly authentic。 He understood； he said； that the groom had been attacked earlier； in Toronto； when he foiled the kidnapping of a horse； but he had insisted on making the journey nevertheless； having been bandaged by a Miss Richmond。 Was that correct？
Nell demurely said that it was。
Among the actual owners of the horses； disbelief had set in the quickest Mercer Lorrimore enjoyed the joke Mounties； when investigating； didn't nowadays go around dressed for parades
'But we are in Manitoba；' Mercer could be heard saying in a lull； 'they've got that right。 We passed the boundary with Ontario a moment ago。 The Mounted Police's territory starts right there '
'You seem to know all about it；' our Mountie said。 'What do you know about this dead groom？'
'Nothing；' Mercer said cheerfully。
I glanced briefly at Filmer。 His face was hard； his neck rigid； his eyes narrow； and I though in a flash of Paul Shacklebury； the lad dead in his ditch。 Stable lads in England。。 grooms in Canada same job。 What had Paul Shacklebury known about Filmer。。。 same old unanswerable question。
'And why was he killed？' the Mountie asked。 'What did he know？''
I risked a glance； looked away； Filmer's mouth was a tight line。 The answer to the question had to be in his tautly…held head at that moment and it was as inaccessible to me as Alpha Centauri。
Zak suggested that Ricky had identified one of the hijackers。 Perhaps； he said； the hijackers had e on the train。 Perhaps they were among the racegoers； waiting another chance to kidnap their quarry。
Filmer's neck muscles slowly relaxed； and I realized that for a moment he must have suspected that the scene had been specifically aimed at him。 Perhaps he spent a lot of his time reacting in that way to the most innocent of remarks。
Mavis and Walter Bricknell demanded that the Mountie should keep their own precious horse safe。
The Mountie brushed them aside。 He was taking over the enquiry into the death of Angelica Standish； he said。 Two deaths connected to the same train could be no coincidence。 What was the connection between Angelica and Ricky？
Zak said that he was in charge of the Angelica investigation
No longer； said the Mountie。 We were now in the province of Manitoba； not Ontario。 His territory； exclusively。
Zak's intended scene of investigation into Angelica's murder had been upstaged by the reality of the Lornmores' car and then aborted by the long stop at Thunder Bay。 Passing the questioning to the Mountie bridged the void neatly； and the Mountie told us that the reason that Steve； Angelica's business manager； also her lover； had not turned up at Toronto station was because he too was dead； struck down in his apartment by blows to the head with a mallet。
The audience received the news of still more carnage with round eyes。 The said Steven； the Mountie went on； seemed to have been in bed asleep at the time of his murder； and the Ontario police were wanting to interview Angelica Standish as a suspect
'But she's dead！' Mavis Bricknell said。
After a pause； Donna said she and Angelica had talked for maybe two hours between Toronto and Sudbury； and Donna was sure Angelica couldn't have murdered Steve； she was lost without him。
Maybe； the Mountie said； but if she was as upset as all that； why had she e on the train at all？ Couldn't it have been to escape from having to realize that she's killed her lover？
Giles…the…murderer calmly enquired whether any murder weapon had been found after Angelica had been killed。
Also； Pierre asked； wouldn't Angelica's murderer have been covered with blood？ The whole toilet partment had been splashed。
Zak and the Mountie exchanged glances。 The Mountie said grudgingly that a blood…covered rolled…up sheet of plastic had been found on the track near the area where Angelica must have been battered； and it could have been used as a poncho； and it was being investigated for blood type and fingerprints。
Donna said couldn't Steve and Angelica both have been killed by a mallet？ That would make her innocent； wouldn't it？ She couldn't believe that anyone as nice as Angelica could have been mixed up in an insurance swindle。
What？ What insurance swindle？
I glance involuntarily at Daffodil； but if there had been a f