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ality； without windows but with interesting spot…lighting from recesses in the ceiling。
When Filmer entered； both of the Directors of Security were sitting behind the desk； with three senior members of the Vancouver Jockey Club and the British Columbia Racing mission seated at the conference table。 They were there to give weight to the proceedings and to bear witness afterwards； but they had chosen to be there simply as observers； and they had agreed not to interrupt with questions。 They would take notes； they said； and ask questions afterwards； if necessary。
Three more people and I waited on the other side of a closed door which led from the conference table end of the room into a serving pantry； and from there out again into the passage。
When Filmer arrived I went along the passage and locked the door he had e in by； and put the key in the pocket of my grey raincoat； which I wore buttoned to the neck。 Then I walked back along the passage and into the serving pantry where I stood quietly behind the others waiting there。
A microphone stood on the desk in front of the Directors； with another on the conference table； both of them leading to a tape recorder。 Out in the serving pantry； an amplifier quietly relayed everything that was said inside。
Bill Baudelaire's deep voice greeted Filmer； invited him to sit in the chair in front of the desk； and said； 'You know Brigadier Catto； of course？'
As the two men had glared at each other times without number； yes； he knew him。
'And these other gentlemen are from； the Jockey Club and Racing mission here in Vancouver。'
'What is this？' Filmer asked truculently。 'All I want is some paperwork。 A formality。'
The Brigadier said； 'We are taking this opportunity to make some preliminary enquiries into some racing matters； and it seemed best to do it now； as so many of the people involved are in Vancouver at this time '
'What are you talking about？' Filmer said。
'We should explain；' the Brigadier said smoothly； 'that we are recording what is said in this room this morning。 This is not a formal trial or an official enquiry； but what is said here may be repeated at any trial or enquiry in the future。 We would ask you to bear this in mind。'
Filmer said strongly； 'I object to this。'
'At any future trial or Jockey Club enquiry；' Bill Baudelaire said； 'you may of course be acpanied by a legal representative We will furnish you with a copy of the tape of this morning's preliminary proceedings which you may care to give to your lawyer '
'You can't do this；' Filmer said 'I'm not staying。'
When he went to the door he had entered by； he found it locked。
'Let me out；' Filmer said furiously 'You can't do this '
In the serving pantry Mercer Lorrimore took a deep breath； opened the door to the conference room； went through and closed it behind him。
'Good…morning； Julius；' he said。
'What are you doing here？ ' Filmer's voice was surprised but not overwhelmingly dismayed。 'Tell them to give me my paper and he done with it '
'Sit down； Julius；' Mercer said He was speaking into the conference table microphone； his voice sounding much louder than Filmer's 'Sit down by the desk。'
'The preliminary enquiry； Mr Filmer；' the Brigadier's voice said； 'is principally into your actions before and during； and in conjunction with； the journey of the race train。' There was a pause； presumably a wait for Filmer to settle。 Then the Brigadier's voice again； 'Mr Lorrimore。。。 may I ask you ？ '
Mercer cleared his throat。 'My son Sheridan；' he said evenly； 'who died two days ago； suffered intermittently from a mental instability which led him sometimes to do bizarre。。。 and unpleasant things '
There was a pause。 No words from Filmer。
Mercer said； 'To his great regret； there was an incident of that sort； back in May Sheridan killed。。。 some animals。 The bodies were taken from where they were found by a veterinary pathologist who then performed private autopsies on them ' He paused again。 The strain was clear in his voice； but he didn't falter。 'You； Julius； indicated to my family on the train that you knew about this incident； and three of us。。。 my wife Bambi； my son Sheridan and myself。。。 all understood during that evening that you would use Sheridan's regrettable act as leverage to get hold of my horse； Voting Right。'
Filmer said furiously； 'That damned play！'
'Yes；' Mercer said。 'It put things very clearly。 After Sheridan died； I gave permission to the Master of my son's college； to the British Jockey Club Security Service； and to the veterinary pathologist himself； to find out how that piece of information came into your possession。'
'We did find out；' the Brigadier said； and repeated what a triumphant John Millington had relayed to us less than an hour ago。 'It happened by chance。。。 by accident。 You； Mr Filmer； owned a horse； trained in England at Newmarket； which died。 You suspected poison of some sort and insisted on a post…mortem； making your trainer arrange to have some organs sent to the path lab。 The lab wrote a letter to your trainer saying there was no foreign substance in the organs； and at your request they later sent a copy of the letter to you。 One of their less bright puter operators had meanwhile loaded your letter on to a very private disc which she shouldn't have used； and in some way chain…loaded it； so that you received not only a copy of your letter but copies of three other letters besides； letters which were private and confidential。' The Brigadier paused。 'We know this is so；' he said； 'because when one of our operators asked the lab to print out a copy for us； your own letter and the others came out attached to it； chain…loaded into the same secret document name。'
The pathologist； Millington had said； was in total disarray and thinking of scrapping the lab's puter for a new one。 'But it wasn't the puter；' he said。 'It was a nitwit girl； who apparently thought the poison enquiry on the horse was top secret also； and put it on the top…secret disc。 They can't sack her； she left weeks ago。'
'Could the pathologist be prosecuted for the cover…up？' the Brigadier had asked。
'Doubtful；' Millington had said； 'now that Sheridan's dead。'
Filmer's voice； slightly hoarse； came out of the loudspeaker into the pantry。 'This is rubbish。'
'You kept the letter；' the Brigadier said。 'It was dynamite； if you could find who it referred to。 No doubt you kept all three of the letters； though the other two didn't concern criminal acts。 Then you saw one day in your local paper that Mercer Lorrimore was putting up money for a new college library。 And you would have had to ask only one question to find out that Mercer Lorrimore's son had left that college in a hurry during May。 After that； you would have found that no one would say why。 You became sure that the letter refered to Sheridan Lorrimore。 You did nothing with your information until you heard that Mercer Lorrimore would be on the Transcontinental Race Train； and then you saw an opportunity of exploring the possibility of blackmailing Mr Lorrimore into letting you have his horse； Voting Right。'
'You can't prove any of this；' Filmer said defiantly。
'We all believe；' said Bill Baudelaire's voice； 'that with you； Mr Filmer； it is the urge to crush people and make them suffer that sets you going。 We know you could afford to buy good horses。 We know that for you simply owning horses isn't enough。'
'Save me the sermon；' Filmer said。 'And if you can't put up； shut up。'
'Very well；' the Brigadier said。 'We'll ask our next visitor to e in； please。'
Daffodil Quentin； who was standing beside George in the pantry and had been listening with parted mouth and growing anger； opened the dividing door dramatically and slammed it shut behind her。
'You unspeakable toad；' her voice said vehemently over the loudspeaker。
Attagirl； I thought。
She was wearing a scarlet dress and a wide shiny black belt and carrying a large shiny black handbag。 Under the high curls and in a flaming rage； she attacked as an avenging angel in full spate。
'I will never give you or sell you my half of Laurentide Ice；' she said force