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ting with the owners of Flokati； the Redi…Hots with a couple talking incessantly of the prowess of their horse； Wordmaster； also on the train。
Filmer came alone to sit at an untenanted table； ordering eggs and coffee from Oliver without looking at him。 Presently the Youngs appeared and with smiling acquaintanceship joined Filmer。 I wondered if he thought immediately of Ezra Gideon； the Youngs' dear friend； but his face showed nothing but politeness。
Xanthe ambled in in a tousled yawning state and yesterday's clothes and flopped into the empty chair beside Filmer。 Interestingly he made no attempt to save the seat for Daffodil； but seemed to echo Mrs Young's enquiries about how Xanthe had slept。
Like a log； it appeared； although she seemed to regret not reporting constant nightmares。 Mr Young looked bored； as if he had tired of the subject a long time ago； but his wife retained her sweet forting expression without any visible effort。
I waited with hovering impatience for Nell to arrive； which she did at length in a straight black skirt （worse and worse） with a prim coffee blouse and unobtrusive gold earrings。 She had drawn her fair hair high into an elaborate plait down the back of her head and fastened it at the bottom with a wide tortoiseshell clasp： it looked distinguished and petent； but nowhere near cuddly。
People I hadn't yet identified beckoned her eagerly to join them； which she did with the ravishing smile she had loosed once or twice in my direction。 She told Cathy she would pass on the eggs but would like croissants and coffee； and presently I was bringing them to her as she sat with eyes demurely downwards； studiously ignoring my existence。 I set butter； jam and breads before her。 I poured into her cup。 She told her table panions it was nice having hand…picked attendants all the way to Vancouver。
I knew it was a game but I could cheerfully have strangled her。 I didn't want them noticing me even a little。 I went away and looked back； and met her eyes； which were laughing。 It was the sort of look between us which would have started alert interest in me if I'd spotted it between others； and I thought I was near to losing my grip on what I was supposed to be doing； and that I'd better be more careful。 I hadn't needed to serve her： I'd taken the tray from Cathy。 Temptation will be your downfall； Tor； I thought。
Except for Xanthe； Mercer was the only Lorrimore to surface for breakfast； and he came not to eat but to ask Emil to send trays through to his own private dining room。 Emil himself and Oliver delivered the necessary； although Emil on his return said he hoped this wasn't going to happen at lunch and dinner also； because it took too much time。 Room service was strictly not available； yet one didn't disoblige the Lorrimores if one could help it。
Daffodil arrived after everyone else with each bright curl in place and pleasantly sat across the aisle from the Filmer/Young table； asking for news of Xanthe's night。 The only people not bothering to ask； it seemed； were the near…victim's own family。 Xanthe chattered and could be heard telling Daffodil she felt snug and safe behind her curtain。 The next time I went slowly past their table； refill coffee pot at the ready； the conversation was back to the journey； with Xanthe this time saying she basically thought horseracing boring and she wouldn't have e on this trip if her father hadn't made her。
'How did he make you？' Filmer said interestedly。
'Oh！' She sounded suddenly flustered and evaded an answer。 'He made Sheridan e； too。'
'But why； if you both didn't want to？' That was Daffodil's voice； behind my back。
'He likes us where he can see us； he says。' There was a note of grudge and bitterness but also； it seemed to me； a realistic acknowledgement that father knew best： and judging from Sheridan's behaviour to date； under his father's long…suffering eye was certainly the son's safest place。
The conversation faded into the distance and I paused to refill the Unwins' cups； where the talk was about Upper Gumtree having the edge over Mercer's Premiere that was ing to Winnipeg by road。
George Burley presently came into the dining car and spoke for a while to Nell； who subsequently went from table to table； clipboard in place； repeating what he'd said。
'We're stopping at Thunder Bay for longer than scheduled； as there'll be an investigation there about the Lorrimores' car being uncoupled。 We'll be there about an hour and a half； as we're not going on until after the regular Canadian has gone through。 The Canadian will be ahead of us then all the way to Winnipeg。'
'What about lunch？' Mr Young asked。 Mr Young； though thinnish； had a habit of eating half his wife's food as well as his own。
'We'll leave Thunder Bay at about a quarter to one；' Nell said； 'so we'll have lunch soon after。 And a more leisurely dinner before we get to Winnipeg； instead of having to crowd it in early。 It will all fit in quite well。' She was smiling； reassuring； keeping the party from unravelling。 'You'll be glad to stretch your legs for a bit longer in Thunder Bay； and some of you might visit your horses。'
The owner of Redi…Hot； who seemed to spend most of his time reading a guide book； told Mr and Mrs Wordmaster； who looked suitably impressed； that Thunder Bay； one of Canada's largest ports； was at the far west end of the St Lawrence…Great Lakes seaway and should really be called what the locals called it； The Lakehead。 Grain from the prairies was shipped from there to throughout the world； he said。
'Fancy that；' said Mrs Wordmaster； who was English。
I retreated from this scintillating conversation and helped Oliver and Cathy clear up in the kitchen； and shortly before eleven we slid to a halt in the port that was halfway across Canada on some rails parallel with but a little removed from the station buildings。
Immediately a waiting double posse of determined…looking men advanced from the station across two intervening tracks； one lot sprouting press cameras； the other notebooks。 George stepped down from the train to meet the notebook people； and the others fanned out and began clicking。 One of the notebook crowd climbed aboard and came into the dining car； inviting anyone who had seen anyone or anything suspicious the previous evening to please unbutton； but of course no one had； or no one was saying； because otherwise the whole train would have known about it by now。
The investigator said he would try his luck with the scenery…watchers in the dome…car； with apparently the same result； and from there he presumably went in to see the Lorrimores； who apart from Xanthe were still in seclusion。 He then reappeared in the dining car with an interested crowd of people following him and asked to speak to Xanthe； who up until then had kept palely quiet。
He identified her easily because everyone looked her way。 Filmer was still beside her： the passengers tended all the time to linger at the tables； talking； after the meals had been cleared； rather than return to the solitude of their bedrooms。 Nearly everyone； I would have guessed； had been either in the dining room or the dome car all morning。
Mrs Young squeezed Xanthe's hand encouragingly from across the table while the half…child half…young…woman shivered her way through the dangerous memory。
'No；' she said； with everyone quiet and attentively listening； 'no one suggested I went to our car。。。 I just wanted to go to the bathroom。 And I could。。。 I。。。 could have been killed。'
'Yes。。。 'The investigator； middle…aged and sharp…eyed； was sympathetic but calming； speaking in a distinct voice that carried easily through the dining car； now that we weren't moving。 'Was there anyone in the dome car lounge when you went through？'
'Lots of people。' Xanthe's voice was much quieter than his。
'Did you know them？'
'No。 I mean； they were on this trip。 Everyone there was。' She was beginning to speak more loudly； so that all could hear。
A few heads nodded。
'No one you now know was a stranger？'
'No。'
Mrs Young； intelligent besides forting； asked； 'Do you mean it's possible to uncouple a car while you're actually on the train？ Yo