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From among the bunch of crew members； Emil； Oliver； Cathy； Angus； Simone； the barman and the sleeping…car attendants； I watched Filmer and most of the passengers disembark from the bus and check that their bags were in the line…up。 The Lorrimores； arriving separately with their chauffeur； brought their cases with them； the chauffeur stacking them in an aloof little group。
A freight train clanked by； seemingly endless。 A hundred and two grain cars； Cathy said； counting。 A whole lot of bread。
I thought about Mrs Baudelaire to whom I'd been talking just before leaving the Chateau。
'Bill said to tell you；' she said； 'that Lenny Higgs did turn to jelly and is being safely taken care of； and a new groom has been engaged for Laurentide Ice with the approval； by telephone； of his trainer。 They told the trainer that Lenny Higgs had done a bunk。 Bill has left Winnipeg and has e back to Toronto。 He says he has been consulting with the Colonel as a matter of urgency； and they agree that Bill will see Mrs Daffodil Quentin as soon as possible。 Does that all make sense？'
'Indeed it does；' I said fervently。
'Good； then。'
'Is Bill still going to Vancouver？ ' I asked。
'Oh； yes； I think so。 Monday evening； I believe； ready for the race on Tuesday。 He said he would be back here again on Wednesday。 All these time changes can't be good for anybody。'
'Canada is so huge。'
'Five thousand five hundred and fourteen kilometres from side to side；' she said primly。
I laughed。 'Try me in miles。'
'You'll have to do your own sums； young man。'
I did them later； out of curiosity： three thousand four hundred and twenty…six miles； and a quarter。
She asked if I had any more questions； but I couldn't think of any； and I said I would talk to her again from Vancouver in the morning。
'Sleep well；' she said cheerfully。
'You too。'
'Yes。' There was reservation in her voice； and I realized that she probably never slept well herself。
'Sweet dreams； then；' I said。
'Much easier。 Goodnight。'
She gave me no time； as usual； to answer。
The train hooted in the distance： one of the most haunting of seductive sounds to a wanderer。 That； and the hollow breathy boom of departing ships。 If I had any addiction； it was to the setting off； not the arrival。
Headlights bright in the ripening afternoon sunlight； the huge yellow…fronted engine slowed into the station with muted thunder； one of the engineers； as he passed us； looking down from his open window。 The engineers were the only crew that hadn't e the whole way from Toronto； each stretch of track having its own specialists。
There being no sidings at Lake Louise； the abbreviated train that had brought us there had been returned to Banff for the。 two mountain days； with George Burley going with it； in charge。 He returned now with the whole train； his cheerful round figure climbing down in the station and greeting the passengers like long…lost friends。
With a visible lifting of spirits and freshening enjoyment； the whole party returned upwards to their familiar quarters； the Lorrimores； a glum quartet stepping on to their private railed platform entrance at the very rear of everything； being the only sad note Nell went along to speak to them； to try to cheer them up。 Mercer stopped； answered； smiled： the others simply went on inside。 Why bother with them； I thought。 One would get no thanks。 Yet one would always bother； somehow； for Mercer； the blind saint。
Filmer boarded through the open door at the end of his sleeping car and through his window I saw him moving about in his room。 Hanging up jackets。 Washing his hands。 Ordinary things。 What made one man good； I wondered； and another man bad。 one man to seek to build； the other to frighten and destroy。 The acid irony was that the bad might feel more satisfied and fulfilled than the good。
I walked along to the car where my roomette was； dumped my bag there and took my raincoat to reveal the familiar livery beneath。 Only one more night of Tommy。 One dinner； one breakfast。 Pity； I thought； I'd been getting quite fond of him。
George came swinging aboard as the train moved off in its quiet way； and he greeted me with a pleased chuckle。
'We're lucky to have heat on this train； eh？' he said。
'Why？'I asked 'It's very warm。'
'They couldn't start the boiler。' He seemed to think it a great joke。 'You know why？'
I shook my head。
'No fuel '
I looked blank 'Well。。。 they could surely fill up？'
'You bet your life；' he said 'Only the tank had been filled two days ago； eh？； when we went down to Banff。 Or was supposed to have been。 So we had a look； and there were a few drips trickling from the bottom dram which is only opened for sluicing through the tank； which isn't done often； eh？' He looked at me expectantly； his eyes bright。
'Someone stole the fuel？'
He chuckled。 'Either stole it from the tank； or never loaded it in the first place； and opened the dram to be misleading。'
'Was there a lot of oil on the ground？' I asked。
'Not a bad detective； are you？ Yes； there was。'
'What do you think； then？'
'I think they never loaded the right amount； probably just enough to get us a fair way out of Lake Louise； then they opened the drain a bit to persuade us the fuel had run away by accident along the track； eh？ Only they got it wrong。 Opened the drain too much。' The laugh vibrated in his throat。 'What a fuss； eh？； if the train went cold in the mountains！ The horses would freeze。 What a panic！'
'You don't seem too worried。'
'It didn't happen； did it。 ？'
'No； I guess it didn't。'
'We would have filled the tank again at Revelstoke； anyway；' he said。 'It would have ruined this gala banquet of yours； eh？ But no more would have died。 Doubt if they'd even have got frostbite； not like they might in January。 The air temperature up here will fall below zero after sunset； soon； but the track goes through the valleys； not up the peaks； eh？ And there'd be no wind chill factor； inside the cars。'
'Very unfortable； though。'
'Very。' His eyes gleamed。 'I left them all buzzing around like a wasp's nest in Banff； trying to find out who did it。'
I wasn't as insouciant as he was I said； 'Is there anything else that can go wrong with this train？ Is there for instance any water in the boiler？'
'Never you mind；' he said fortingly。 'We checked the water。 The top tap ran。 That tank's full； just as it should be。 The boiler won't blow up。'
'What about the engine？'
'We checked every inch of everything； eh？ But it was just some greedy ordinary crook stealing that oil。'
'Like the ordinary crook who unhitched the Lorrimores' car？'
He thought it over sceptically。 'I'll grant you that this particular train might attract psychos； as the publicity would be that much greater； and more pleasing to them； but there is no visible connection between the two things。' He chuckled。 'People will steal anything； not just oil。 Someone stole eight of those blue leather chairs in the dining car； once。 Drove up to the dining car while it was standing unused in the sidings at Mimico in Torento； drove up in a van saying Furniture Repairs on the side； and simply loaded up eight good chairs； eh？ Last that was ever seen of them。'
He turned away towards the paperwork spread out on his table； and I left him to go along to the dining car； but I'd taken only two paces when I remember gaunt…face； and I fetched his photograph and went back to George。
'Who is he？' he asked； frowning slightly。 'Yes； I'd say he might be on the train。 He was down in Banff； in the sidings。。。' He thought； trying to remember。 'This afternoon； eh？' he exclaimed suddenly。 'That's it。 While they were joining up the train。 See； the horses had e up from Calgary this morning as the first car of a freight train。 They dropped the horse car in the sidings。 Then our engine picked up the horse car and then the racegoers' cars。。。 He concentrated。 'This man； he was down on the ground； rapping on the horse…car door with a stick； and when the dragon…lady came to the door and asked what he wanted； he said he had a message for the groom looking after the grey