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'Is he calling you back？' I asked。
'Yes； I told him I'd be speaking to you soon。'
'Right； well； there's only one picture on the film。 The rest is blank。 Please tell Bill the man in the photo is the ally of our quarry。 His ally on the train。 Would you ask if Bill knows him？ Ask if anyone knows him。 And if there's something about him that would be useful if I knew； please will he tell you； to tell me。'
'Heavens；' she said。 'Let me get that straight。' She paused； writing。 'Basically； who is he； what does he do； and is what he does likely to be of help。'
'Yes；' I said。
'And do you want a copy of the photo？'
'Yes； please。 Ask if there's any chance of his getting it to Nell Richmond at Chateau Lake Louise by tomorrow night or the next morning。'
'Difficult；' she mented。 'The mail is impossible。'
'Well； someone might be flying to Calgary tomorrow morning；' I suggested。 'They might even meet our train there。 We get there at twelve…forty； leave at one…thirty。 I suppose the time's too tight； but if it's possible； get Bill to address the envelope to the Conductor of the train； George Burley。 I'll tell George it might e。'
'Dear young man；' she said； 'let me write it all down。'
I waited while she did it。
'Let me check；' she said。 'Either George Burley on the train or Nell Richmond at Chateau Lake Louise。'
'Right。 I'll call you soon。'
'Don't go；' she said。 'I have a message for you from Val Catto。'
'Oh good。'
'He said。。。 now these are his exact words。。。 〃Stolen evidence cannot be used in court but facts learned can be verified。 〃' The understanding amusement was light in her voice。 'What he means is； have a looksee but hands off。'
'Yes。'
'And he said to tell you to remember his motto。'
'OK； 'I said。
'What is his motto？' she asked curiously； obviously longing to know。
'Thought before action； if you have time。'
'Nice；' she said； pleased。 'He said to tell you he was working hard on the unknown numbers； and you are not to put yourself in danger of arrest。'
'All right。'
'Phone me from Calgary tomorrow；' she said。 'By then it will be evening in England。 Val will have had a whole day on the numbers。'
'You're marvellous。'
'And I'll be able to tell you when you'll get your photos。'
There was a click and she'd gone； and I could hardly believe that I'd ever doubted her as a relay post。
The train had e in from the sidings and stood in the station； warm and pulsing； its engines reattached； the horses and grooms on board and fresh foods and ice loaded。
It was like going back to an old friend； familiar and almost cosy。 I changed into Tommy's uniform in my roomette and went along to the dining car where Emil； Oliver and Cathy weled me casually as if I were an accepted part of the crew。 We began immediately laying the pink cloths and putting fresh flowers in the vases； and Angus in his tall white hat； whistling Speed Bonny Boat amid clouds of steam； addressed his talents to wild rice and scallops in Parmesan sauce while Simone rather grimly chopped lettuce。
The passengers returned well before eight o'clock in very good spirits； Mercer bringing with him a porter wheeling a case of highly superior bubbles for toasting the Unwins' success。 The Unwins themselves…and it was impossible for anyone to grudge them their moment…said over and over that it was great； just great that one of the horses actually on the train had won one of the races； it made the whole thing worthwhile； and the whole party； drifting into dining car in true party mood； agreed and applauded。
Filmer； I was interested to see as I distributed glasses； was smiling pleasantly in all directions； when the last thing he probably wanted was the enormous smash…hit the train enterprise was proving。
Daffodil had changed into a sparkling crimson dress and showed no pique over Pampering finishing fifth。 She was being friendly as usual to Bambi； frostier in pale turquoise with pearls。
Mercer came to Emil and worried that the wine wasn't cold enough； but Emil assured him he had lodged all twelve bottles among the many plastic bags of ice cubes： by the time the train left the station； all would be well。
The Youngs； whose Slipperclub had finished third； were embraced by the hyperjoyous Unwins and were invited to their table； leaving the poor Flokatis to seek solace with others whose hopes had died on the last bend。 Sheridan Lorrimore was telling a long…suffering good…natured couple all about his prowess at ice hockey and Xanthe； pouting and put out at having been temporarily deserted by Mrs Young； had ended up next to Giles…the…murderer whose real…life preference； I'd gathered； was for boys。
The train slid out of Winnipeg on time at eight…twenty and I put all my energies and attention into being an unexceptional and adequate waiter； even though always conscious of the ominous presence in the aisle seat； facing forwards； three tables back from the kitchen end。 I never met his eyes and I don't think he noticed me much； but we were all； Emil； Oliver； Cathy and I； being slowly and inevitably more recognizable to the passengers。 Several of them enquired if we'd been to the races （we all had） and had backed the winner （no； we hadn't）。 Fortunately Mercer himself had had this conversation with Emil； which meant he felt no need to ask me also； so I escaped having to speak too much in my English accent at his table。
The party atmosphere went on all through dinner； prevailed through a short scene put on by Zak to explain that the Mountie had been left behind in Winnipeg for investigations on the ground and heated up thoroughly afterwards with more unsteady dancing and laughter in the dome car。
Nell wandered about looking slightly less starchy in a fuller…cut black skirt with her tailored white silk blouse； telling me in passing that Cumber and Rose wanted to give a similar party at Chateau Lake Louise。
'Who？' I said。
'Cumber and Rose。 Mr and Mrs Young。'
'Oh。'
'I've spent most of the day with them。' She smiled briefly and went on her way。 No clipboard； I noticed。
Cumber and Rose； I thought； collecting ashtrays。 Well； well。 Rose suited Mrs Young fine。 Cumber was appropriate also； I supposed； though Mr Young wasn't cumbersome； perhaps a shade heavy in personality； but not big； not awkward。
Mercer and Bambi again invited Filmer and Daffodil into their private car； although it was Oliver； this time； who obliged them with a bowl of ice。 Mercer came back after a while to collect the Unwins and the Youngs； and the general jollifications everywhere wore on without any alarms。
After midnight Nell said she was going to bed； and I walked up the train with her to her roomette； almost opposite mine。 She paused in the doorway。
'It's all going well； don't you think？' she said。
'Terrific。' I meant it。 'You've worked very hard。'
We looked at each other； she in executive black and white； I in my yellow waistcoat。
'What are you really？' she said。
'Twenty…nine。'
Her lips twitched。 'One day I'll crack your defences。'
'Yours are half down。'
'What do you mean？'
I made a hugging movement across my own chest。 'No clipboard；' I said。
'Oh。。。 well。。。 I didn't need it this evening。'
She wasn't exactly confused。 Her eyes were laughing。
'You can't；' she said。
'Can't what？'
'Kiss me。'
I'd wanted to。 She'd seen it unerringly。
'If you e into my parlour； I can；' I said。
She shook her head； smiling。 'I am not going to lose my credibility on this train by being caught ing out of the help's bedroom。'
'Talking in the corridor is almost as bad。'
'Yes； it is；' she said； nodding。 'So good night。'
I said with regret； 'Good night；' and she went abruptly into her own domain and closed the door。
With a sigh I went on a few steps further to George's office and found him as I'd expected； fully dressed； lightly napping； with worked…on forms pushed to one side beside an empty coffee cup。
'e in；' he said； fully alert in an instant。 'Sit down。 How's it going？'
'So far； so good。'
I sat on the facilities； and told him that the water samples from the