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I set the two tables nearest to the kitchen： automatically folded the napkins and arranged knives and forks。 The sleeping…car attendant came back eventually from the dome car； and I left my place settings unfinished and followed him。
'Are you sure？' he asked over his shoulder。 'They seem pretty busy in the dining car。'
'It's a good time；' I assured him。 'Fifteen minutes to dinner。 How about if I start from this end； then I'll just stop and go back if I feel guilty。'
'Right；' he said。 'Do you remember how to fold the chairs？'
He knocked on Filmer's door。
'The people are all along in the dining car； but knock first just in case；' he said。
'OK。'
We went into Filmer's room。
'Fold the chair while I'm here； so I can help if you need it。'
'OK。' '
I folded； a shade slowly； Julius Apollo's armchair。 The sleeping…car attendant gave me a pat on the shoulder and left； saying he would start from the far end； as he usually did； and we might meet in the middle。
'And thanks a lot；' he said。
I waved a hand。 The thanks； did he but know it； were all mine。 I left the door open and pulled Filmer's bed down into the night position； smoothing the bottom sheet； folding down a corner of the top sheet； as I'd been shown。
I groped into Filmer's wardrobe space； gripped the black crocodile briefcase and rested it on the bed。
Zero…four…nine。 One…five…one。
My fingers trembled with the pulsion for speed。
I aligned the little wheels； fumbling where I needed precision。 Zero…four…nine。。。 press the catch。 Click！
One…five…one。 Press the catch。 Click！ The latches were open。
I laid the case flat on the bottom sheet； pushing the upper sheet back a little to acmodate it； and I lifted the lid。 Heart thumping； breathing stopped。
The first thing inside was Filmer's passport。 I looked at it briefly and then more closely； getting my suspended breath back in a jerky sort of silent laugh。 The number of Filmer's passport was H049151。 Hooray for the Brigadier。
I laid the passport on the bed； and looked through the other papers without removing them or changing their order。 They were mainly a boring lot： all the bumf about the train trip； a few newspaper pages about the races； then a newspaper cutting from a Cambridge local paper about the building of a new library in one of the colleges； thanks to the generosity of Canadian philanthropist Mercer P。 Lorrimore。
My God； I thought。
Beneath the clipping was a letter…a photocopy of a letter。 I read it at breakneck speed； feeling danger creep up my spine； feeling my skin flood with heat。
It was short。 Typewritten。 There was no address at the top； no date； no salutation and no signature。 It said：
As requested I examined the cadavers of the seven cats found pegged out； eviscerated and beheaded in the College gardens。 I can find nothing except for wilful wickedness。 These were not cult killings； in my opinion。 The cats were killed over a period of perhaps three weeks； the last one yesterday。 Each one； except the last； had been hidden under leaves； and had been attacked after death by insects and scavengers。 They were all alive when they were pegged out； and during evisceration。 Most； if not all； were alive at decapitation。 I have disposed of the remains； as you asked。
I could see my hand trembling。 I tipped up the next few sheets of paper which were reports from stockbrokers； and then； at the very bottom； I came across a small yellow memo sticking to a foolscap…sized paper headed CONVEYANCE。
The memo said； 'You will have to sign this； not Ivor Horfitz； but I think we can keep it quiet。'
I looked a shade blankly at the legal words on the deed： '。。。 all that parcel of land known as SF 90155 on the west side of。。。' and heard the sleeping…car attendant's voice ing nearer along the corridor。
'Tommy。。。 where are you？'
I flicked the case shut and pushed it under the bed's top sheet。 The passport was still in view。 I shoved it under the pillow； walked out of the door hastily and closed it behind me。
'You've been ages in there；' he said； but tolerantly。 'Couldn't you undo the bed？'
'Managed it finally；' I said； dry mouthed。
'Right。 Well； I didn't give you any chocolates。' He handed me a box of big silver…wrapped bonbons。 'Put one on each pillow。'
'Yes； 'I said。
'Are you all right？' he asked curiously。
'Oh； yes。 It was hot in the dining car。'
'True。' He went back towards his end of the car； unsuspicious。 Heart still thumping I returned to Filmer's room； retrieved his passport from under the pillow； replaced it in the briefcase； shut the locks； twirled the bination wheels； realized I hadn't noticed where they'd been set when I came in； hoped to hell that Filmer didn't set them deliberately； put the case back as I'd found it； straightened the bed and put the chocolate tidily where it belonged。
I went out of the room； closed the door and walked two paces towards the next door along。
'Hey； you；' Filmer's voice said angrily from close behind me。 'What were you doing in there？'
I turned。 Looked innocent。。。 felt stunned。
'Making your bed ready for the night； sir。'
'Oh。' He shrugged； accepting it。
I held the box of sweets towards him。 'Would you like an extra chocolate； sir？'
'No； I wouldn't；' he said； and went abruptly into his bedroom。
I felt weak。 I waited for him to e out exploding that I'd meddled with his belongings。
Nothing。。。 nothing。。。 happened。
I went into the room next door； folded the armchairs； lowered both beds； turned back the sheets； delivered the sweets。 All automatic； with a feeling of total unreality。 I'd twice e too close to discovery。 I had no great taste； I found； for the risks of a spy。
I was disturbed； in a way； by my pusillanimity。 I supposed I'd never thought much about courage： had taken it for granted。。。 physical courage； or physical endurance； anyway。 I'd been in hard places in the past； but these risks were different and more difficult； at least for me。
I did the third bedroom； by which time the sleeping…car attendant； much faster； had almost finished the rest。
'Thanks a lot；' he said cheerfully。 'Appreciate it。'
'Any time。'
'Did you do your scene？' he asked。
I nodded。 'It went fine。'
Filmer came out of his room and called； 'Hey； you。'
The sleeping…car attendant went towards him。 'Yes； sir？'
Filmer spoke to him； his voice obliterated； as far as I was concerned； by rail noise； and went back into his room。
'He's not feeling well；' the sleeping…car attendant reported； going back towards his own roomette。 'He asked for something to settle his stomach。'
'Do you have things like that？'
'Antacids； sure。 A few simple things。'
I left him to his mission and went back to the dining car； where Emil greeted me with raised eyebrows and thrust into my hands a trayful of small plates； each bearing a square of paté de fóie gras with a thin slice of black truffle on top。
'We missed you。 You're needed；' Emil said。 'The crackers for the pate are on the tables。'
'Right。'
I went ahead with the delivery； going to the Redi…Hots' table first。 I asked Mrs Redi…Hot if Mr Filmer would be ing back： should we put his pate in his place？
She looked a little bewildered。 'He didn't say if he was ing back。 He went out in a hurry。。。 he trampled on my feet。'
'Leave the pate；' Mr Redi…Hot said。 'If he doesn't e back； I'll eat it。'
With a smile I put some pate in Filmer's place and went on to the Youngs' table； where Cumber had stopped talking about Ezra Gideon but looked dour and preoccupied。 Rose received her pate with a smile and made attempts not to let Cumber's moroseness spoil the occasion for the Unwins。
Cathy had taken pate to the Lorrimores who sat in glum silence except for Xanthe who could be heard saying exasperatedly； 'This is supposed to be a party； for God's sakes。'
For the rest of the passengers； that was true。 The faces were bright； the smiles came easily； the euphoria of the whole journey bonded them in pleasure。 It was the last night on the train and they were determined to make it a good one。
Nell was movin