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We drank coffee； dawdling； easy together； and she said she had wanted to be a writer and had found a job with a publisher （'which real writers never do； I found out'） but was very much happier with Merry & Co。； arranging mysteries。
She said； 'My parents always told me practically from birth that I'd be a writer； that it ran in the family； and I grew up expecting it； but they were wrong； though I tried for a long time； and then I was also living with this man who sort of bullied me to write。 But； you know； it was such a relief the day I said to myself； some time after we'd parted and I'd dried my eyes； that I was not really a writer and never would be and I'd much rather do something else。 And suddenly I was liberated and happier than I could remember。 It seems so stupid； looking back； that it took me so long to know myself。 I was in a way brainwashed into writing； and I thought I wanted it myself； but I wasn't good enough when it came to the point； and it was such hard work； and I was depressed so much of the time。' She half laughed。 'You must think I'm crazy。'
'Of course not。 What did you write？'
'I was writing for a women's weekly magazine for a while； going to interview people and writing up their lives； and making up lives altogether sometimes if I couldn't find anyone interesting or lurid enough that week。 Don't let's talk about it。 It was awful。'
'I'm glad you escaped。'
'Yes； so am I；' she said with feeling。 'I look different； I feel different； and I'm much healthier。 I was always getting colds and flu and feeling ill； and now I don't。' Her eyes sparkled in the light； proving her right。 'And you；' she said； 'you're the same。 Lighthearted。 It shows all over you。'
'Does it； indeed？'
'Am I right？'
'On the button； I suppose。'
And we were lucky； I thought soberly； paying the bill。 Lightheartedness was a treasure in a world too full of sorrows； a treasure little regarded and widely forfeited to aggression； greed and horrendous tribal rituals。 I wondered if the Fluted Point People had been lighthearted ten thousand years ago。 But probably not。
Nell and I walked back to where she had parked her car near the office： she lived twenty minutes' drive away； she said； in a very small apartment by the lake。
To say good night we kissed cheeks and she thanked me for the evening； saying cheerfully that she would see me on Sunday if she didn't sink without trace under all the things she still had to do on the next day； Saturday。 I watched her tail lights recede until she turned a corner； then I walked back to the hotel； slept an untroubled night； and presented myself next morning at ten sharp in the Public Affairs office； at Union Station。
The Public Affairs officer； a formidably efficient lady； had gathered from Nell that I was one of the actors； as they had helped with actors before； and I didn't change that understanding。 She wheeled me back into the cavernous Great Hall of the station （which she briskly said was 250 feet long； 84 feet wide and had a tiled arched ceiling 88 feet above the floor） and led me through a heavy door into an undecorated downstairs duplication of the grandeur upstairs； a seemingly endless basic domain where the food and laundry and odd jobs of the trains got seen to。 There was a mini power station also； and painting and carpentering going on all over the place。
'This way；' she said； clattering ahead on snapping heels。 'Here is the uniform centre。 They'll see to you。' She pushed open a door to let me through； said briefly； 'Here's the actor to the staff inside； and with a nod abandoned me to fate。
The staff inside were were good…natured and equally efficient。 One was working a sewing machine； another a puter； and a third asked me what collar size I took。
There were shelves all round the room bearing hundreds of folded shirts of fine light grey and white vertical stripes； with striped collars； long striped sleeves and buttoned cuffs。 'The cuffs must remain buttoned at all times unless you are washing dishes。'
'Catch me； I thought mildly； washing dishes。
There were two racks of the harvest gold waistcoats on hangers。 'All the buttons must be fastened at all times。'
There were row on row of mid…grey trousers and mid…grey jackets tidily hung； and boxes galore of grey； yellow and maroon striped ties。
My helper was careful that everything he gave me should fit perfectly。 'VIA Rail staff at all times are well turned out and spotlessly clean。 We give everyone tips on how to care for the clothes。'
He gave me a grey jacket； two pairs of grey trousers； five shirts； two waistcoats （which he called vests）； two ties and a grey raincoat to go over all； and as he passed each garment as suitable he called out the size to the man with the puter。 'We know the sizes of every VIA employee right across Canada。'
I looked at myself in the glass in my shirtsleeves and yellow waistcoat； and the waiter Tommy looked back。
I smiled at my reflection。 Tommy looked altogether too pleased with himself； I thought。
'fortable？' my helper asked。
'Very。'
'Don't vary the uniform at all；' he said。 'Any variation would mark you out straight away as an actor。'
'Thank you。'
'This uniform；' he said； 'trousers； shirt； tie and vest； is worn by all male service attendants and assistant service attendants when on duty。 That's to say； the sleeping…car attendants and the dining…car staff； except that sometimes they wear aprons in the dining car。'
'Thank you。' I said again。
The chief service attendant； who is in charge of the dining car； wears a grey suit； not a vest or an apron。 That's how you'll know him。'
'Right。'
He smiled。 'They'll teach you what to do。 Now； we'll lend you a locker for these clothes until Sunday morning。 Collect the clothes and put them on in the changing room here before boarding； and take your own clothes with you on to the train。 When you've finished with the VIA uniform； please see that we get it back。'
'Right；' I said again。
When I'd put my own clothes on once more； he took me along a few passages into a room with ultra…narrow lockers into which Tommy's clothes barely slotted。 He locked the metal door； gave me the key； showed me the way back into the Great Hall and smiled briefly。
'Good luck；' he said。 'Don't spill anything。'
'Thank you；' I said； 'very much。'
I went back to the hotel and had them arrange a car with a driver to take me to Woodbine； wait through the afternoon and bring me back。 No trouble at all； they said； so as it was a nice bright autumn day with no forecast of rain I curled my hair and put on some sunglasses and a Scandinavian patterned sweater to merge into the crowd at the races。
It actually isn't easy to remember a stranger's face after a fleeting meeting unless one has a special reason for doing so； or unless there is something wholly distinctive about it； and I was reasonably certain no one going on the train would know me again even if I inadvertently stood next to them on the stands。 I had spectacular proof of this； in fact； almost as soon as I'd paid my way into the paddock； because Bill Baudelaire was standing nearby； watching the throng ing in； and his eyes paused on me for a brief second and slid away。 With his carroty hair and the acne scars； I thought； he would have trouble getting lost in a crowd。
I walked over to him and said； 'Could you tell me the time； sir； please？'
He glanced at his watch but hardly at me and said； 'One twenty…five；' in his gravelly voice； and looked over my shoulder towards the gate。
'Thank you；' I said。 'I'm Tor Kelsey。'
His gaze sharpened abruptly on my face and he almost laughed。
'When Val told me about this I scarcely believed him。'
'Is Filmer here？' I asked。
'Yes。 He arrived for the lunch。'
'OK；' I said。 Thanks again。' I nodded and walked on past him and bought a race…card； and when in a moment or two I looked back； he had gone。
The racecourse was packed with people and there were banners everywhere announcing that this was the opening event of The Great Transcontinental Mystery Race Train's journey。 Race Train Day； they economical