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'Why not？'
'Because most of my work depends on anonymity。 My bosses don't want people like Filmer to know I exist。'
He nodded slowly with prehension。 'I won't tell。'
He stood up and shook my hand。 'What do they pay you？' he asked。
I smiled。 'Enough。'
'I wish Sheridan had been able to have a job。 He couldn't stick at anything。' He sighed。 'I'll believe that what he did this morning was for us。 〃Sorry； Dad。。。 〃'
Mercer looked me in the eyes and made a simple statement； without defensiveness； without apology。
'I loved my son；' he said。
On Monday morning； I want to Vancouver station to back up George Burley in the rail pany's dual enquiry into the hot box and the suicide。
I was written down as T。 Titmuss； Acting Crew； which amused me and seemed to cover several； interpretations。 George was stalwart and forthright； with the ironic chuckles subdued to merely a gleam。 He was a railwayman of some prestige； I was glad to see； who was treated with respect if not quite deference； and his were the views they listened to。
He gave the railway investigators a photograph of Johnson and said that while he hadn't actually seen him pour liquid into the radio； he could say that it was in this man's roomette that he had awakened bound and gagged； and he could say that it was this man who had attacked Titmuss； when he； Titmuss； went back to plant the flares。
'Was that so？ ' they asked me。 Could I identify him positively？
'Positively；' I said
They moved on to Sheridan's death。 A sad business； they said。 Apart from making a record of the time of the occurrence and the various radio messages； there was little to be done。 The family had made no plaint to or about the railway pany Any other conclusions would have to be reached at the official inquest。
'That wasn't too bad； eh？'。' George said afterwards。
'Would you e in uniform to the races？' I asked。
'If that's what you want '
'Yes； please ' I gave him a card with directions and instructions and a pass cajoled from Nell to get him in through the gates。
'See you tomorrow； eh？'
I nodded 'At eleven o'clock。'
We went our different ways； and with some reluctance but definite purpose I sought out a doctor remended by the hotel and presented myself for inspection
The doctor was thin； growing old and inclined to make jokes over his half…moon glasses。
'Ah；' he said； when I'd removed my shirt。 'Does it hurt when you cough？ '
'It hurts when I do practically anything； as a matter of fact。'
'We'd better have a wee X…ray then； don't you think？'
I agreed to the X…ray and waited around for ages until he reappeared with a large sheet of celluloid which he clipped in front of a light。
'Well； now；' he said； 'the good news is that we don't have any broken ribs or chipped vertebrae。'
'Fine。' I was relieved and perhaps a bit surprised。
'What we do have is a fractured shoulder blade。'
I stared at him。 'I didn't think that was possible。'
'Anything's possible；' he said 'See that；' he pointed； 'that's a real grand…daddy of a break Goes right across； goes right through The bottom part of your left scapula；' he announced cheerfully； 'is to all intents and purposes detached from the top '
'Um；' I said blankly。 'What do we do about it？'
He looked at me over the half…moons。 'Rivets；' he said； 'might be extreme； don't you think' Heavy strapping； immobility for two weeks； that'll do the trick。'
'What about；' I said； 'if we do nothing at all？ Will it mend？ '
'Probably。 Bones are remarkable。 Young bones especially。 You could try a sling。 You'd be more fortable though； if you let me strap your arm firmly skin to skin to your side and chest； under your shirt。'
I shook my head and said I wanted to go on a sort of honeymoon to Hawaii。
'People who go on honeymoons with broken bones；' he said with a straight face； 'must be ready to giggle '
I giggled there and then I asked him for a written medical report and the X…ray； and paid him for them； and bore away my evidence。
Stopping at a pharmacy on my way back to the hotel； I bought an elbow…supporting sling made of wide black ribbon； which I tried on for effect in the shop； and which made things a good deal better。 I was wearing it when I opened my door in the evening； first to the Brigadier on his arrival from Heathrow； and then to Bill Baudelaire； from Toronto。
Bill Baudelaire looked around the sitting room and mented to the Brigadier about the lavishness of my expense account。
'Expense account； my foot！' the Brigadier said； drinking my Scotch。 'He's paying for it himself。'
Bill Baudelaire looked shocked。 'You can't let him；' he said。
'Didn't he tell you？' the Brigadier laughed。 'He's as rich as Croesus。'
'No。。。 he didn't tell me。'
'He never tells anybody。 He's afraid of it。'
Bill Baudelaire； with his carroty hair and pitted skin； looked at me with acute curiosity。
'Why do you do this job？' he said。
The Brigadier gave me no time to answer。 'What else would he do to pass the time？ Play backgammon？ This game is better。 Isn't that it； Tor？'
'This game is better；' I agreed。
The Brigadier smiled。 Although shorter than Bill Baudelaire； and older and leaner； and with fairer； thinning hair； he seemed to fill more of the room。 I might be three inches taller than he； but I had the impression always of looking up to him； not down。
'To work； then；' he suggested。 'Strategy； tactics； plan of attack。'
He had brought some papers from England； though some were still to e； and he spread them out on the coffee table so that all of us； leaning forward； could see them。
'It was a good guess of yours； Tor； that the report on the cats was a puter print…out； because of its lack of headings。 The Master of the college had a call from Mercer Lorrimore at eight this morning。。。 must have been midnight here。。。 empowering him to tell us everything； as you'd asked。 The Master gave us the name of the veterinary pathology lab he'd employed and sent us a fax of the letter he'd received from them。 Is that the same as the one in Filmer's briefcase； Tor？'。
He pushed a paper across and I glanced at it。 'Identical； except for the headings。'
'Good。 The path lab confirmed they kept the letter stored in their puter but they don't know yet how anyone outside could get a print…out。 We're still trying。 So are they。 They don't like it happening。'
'How about a list of their employees；' I said； 'including temporary secretaries or wizard hacker office boys？'
'Where do you get such language？' the Brigadier protested。 He produced a sheet of names。 'This was the best they could do。'
I read the list。 None of the names was familiar。
'Do you really need to know the connection？' Bill Baudelaire asked。
'It would be neater；' I said。
The Brigadier nodded。 'John Millington is working on it。 We're talking to him by telephone before tomorrow's meeting。 Now； the next thing；' he turned to me。 'That conveyance you saw in the briefcase。 As you suggested； we checked the number SF 90155 with the Land Registry。' He chuckled with all George Burley's enjoyment。 'That alone would have been worth your trip。'
He explained why。 Bill Baudelaire said； 'We've got him； then；' with great satisfaction： and the joint manders…in…Chief began deciding in which order they would fire off their accumulated salvoes。
Julius Apollo walked into a high…up private room in Exhibition Park racecourse on Tuesday morning to sign and receive； as he thought； certification that he was the sole owner of Laurentide Ice； which would run in his name that afternoon。
The room was the President of the racecourse's conference room； having a desk attended by three fortable armchairs at one end； with a table surrounded by eight similar chairs at the other。 The doorway from the passage was at mid…point between the groupings； so that one turned right to the desk； left to the conference table。 A fawn carpet covered the floor； horse pictures covered the walls； soft yellow leather covered the armchairs： a cross between fort and practicality； without windows but with interesting spot…lighting from recesses in the ceiling。
When Filmer entered； both of the Directors of Security were sitting behind the desk； with three senior members of the Vancouver Jockey Club and the British Columbia Racing mission seated at the conference table。 They were there to give weight to the proceedings and to bear witness afterwards； but they had chosen to be there simply as observers； and they had agreed not to interrupt with questions。 They would take notes； they said； and ask questions afterwards； if necessary。
Three more people and I waited on the other side of a closed door which led from the conference table end of the room into a serving pantry； and from there out again into the passage。
When Filmer arrived I went along the passage and locked the door he had e in by； and put the key in the pocket of my grey raincoat； which I wore buttoned to the neck。 Then I walked back along the passage and into the serving pantry where I stood quietly behind the others waiting there。
A microphone stood on the desk in front of the Directors； with another on the conference table； both of them leading to a tape recorder。 Out in the serving pantry； an amplifier quietly relayed everything that was said inside。
Bill Baudelaire's deep voice greeted Filmer； invited him to sit in the chair in front of the desk； and said； 'You know Brigadier Catto； of course？'
As the two men had glared at each other times without number； yes； he knew him。
'And these other gentlemen are from； the Jockey Club and Racing mission here in Vancouver。'
'What is this？' Filmer asked truculently。 'All I want is some paperwork。 A formality。'
The Brigadier said； 'We are taking this opportunity to make some preliminary enquiries into some racing matters； and it seemed best to do it now； as so many of the people involved are in Vancouver at this time '
'What are you talking about？' Filmer said。
'We should explain；' the Brigadier said smoothly； 'that we are recording what is said in this room this morning。 This is not a formal trial or an official enquiry； but what is said here may be repeated at any trial or enquiry in the future。 We would ask you to bear this in mind。'
Filmer said strongly； 'I object to this。'
'At any future trial or Jockey Club enquiry；' Bill Baudelaire said； 'you may of course be acpanied by a legal representative We will furnish you with a copy of the tape of this morning's preliminary proceedings which you may care to give to your lawyer '
'You can't do this；' Filmer said 'I'm not staying。'
When he went to the door he had entered by； he found it locked。
'Let me out；' Filmer said furiously 'You can't do this '
In the serving pantry Mercer Lorrimore took a deep breath； opened the door to the conference room； went through and closed it behind him。
'Good…morning； Julius；' he said。
'What are you doing here？ ' Filmer's voice was surprised but not overwhelmingly dismayed。 'Tell them to give me my paper and he done with it '
'Sit down； Julius；' Mercer said He was speaking into the conference table microphone； his voice sounding much louder than Filmer's 'Sit down by the desk。'
'The preliminary enquiry； Mr Filmer；' the Brigadier's voice said； 'is principally into your actions before and during； and in conjunction with； the journey of the race train。' There was a pause； presumably a wait for Filmer to settle。 Then the Brigadier's voice again； 'Mr Lorrimore。。。 may I ask you ？ '
Mercer cleared his throat。 'My son Sheridan；' he said evenly； 'who died two days ago； suffered intermittently from a mental instability which led him sometimes to do bizarre。。。 and unpleasant things '
There was a pause。 No words from Filmer。
Mercer said； 'To his great regret； there was an incident of that sort； back in May Sheridan killed。。。 some animals。 The bodies were taken from where they were found by a veterinary pathologist who then performed private autopsies on them ' He paused again。 The strain was clear in his voice； but he didn't falter。 'You； Julius； indicated to my family on