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He pushed again quite hard and as I turned away I heard him snigger and say； 'You have to kick 'em； you know。'
I went into the dome car and stood behind the bar with the bartender； and felt furious with Sheridan； not for his outrageous behaviour but because he was getting me noticed。 Filmer had been sitting with his back to me； it was true； but near enough to overhear。
Mercer Lorrimore appeared tentatively in the bar doorway and came in when he saw me。
'I apologize for my son；' he said wearily； and I had a convincing impression that he'd apologized countless times before。 He pulled out his wallet； removed a twenty…dollar note from it and offered me the money。
'Please don't；' I said。 'There's no need。'
'Yes； yes。 Take it。'
I saw he would feel better if I did； as if paying money would somehow excuse the act。 I thought he should stop trying to buy pardons for his son and pay for mental treatment instead。 But then； perhaps he had。 There was more wrong with Sheridan than ill…temper； and it had been obvious to his father for a long time。
I didn't approve of what he was doing； but if I refused his money I would be more and more visible； so I took it； and when he had gone off in relief back towards the dining car I gave it to the barman。
'What was that all about？' he asked curiously； pocketing the note without hesitation。 When I explained； he said； 'You should have kept the money。 You should have charged him triple。'
'He would have felt three times as virtuous；' I said； and the barman looked at me blankly。
I didn't go back to the dining car but forward into the lounge； where again the sight of my yellow waistcoat stirred a few thirsts； which I did my best to acmodate。 The barman was by now mellow and helpful and said we were rapidly running out of the ice that had e aboard in bags in Sudbury。
Up in the dome； the uncoupling of the private car had given way to speculation about whether the northern lights would oblige： the weather was right； apparently。 I took a few drinks up there （including some for Zak and Donna； which amused them）； and on my way down the stairs saw the backs of Mercer and Bambi； Filmer and Daffodil； as they walked through the lounge towards the door to the private car。 Mercer stood aside to let Bambi lead the other two through the short noisy joining section； and then； before going himself； he looked back； saw me and beckoned。
'Bring a bowl of ice； will you？' he said when I reached him。 'To the saloon。'
'Yes； sir；' I said。
He nodded and departed； and I relayed the request to the barman who shook his head and said he was down to six cubes。 I knew there were other bags of cubes in the kitchen refrigerator； so； feeling that I had been walking the train for a lifetime； I went along through the dining room。 to fetch some。
There weren't many people still in there； though Xanthe was still being forted and listened to by Mrs Young。 Nell sat opposite Sheridan Lorrimore who seemed to be telling her that he had wrapped his Lamborgini round a tree recently and had ordered a new one。
'Tree？' Nell said； smiling。
He looked at her unprehendingly。 Sheridan wasn't a great one for jokes。 I fetched a bag of ice and a bowl from the kitchen； swayed back to the bar and in due course took the bowl of ice （on a tray） to the saloon。
The four of them were sitting in armchairs； Bambi talking to Daffodil； Mercer to Filmer。
Mercer said to me； 'You'll find glasses and cognac in the cupboard in the dining room。 And Benedictine。 Bring them along here； will you？'
'Yes； sir。'
Filmer paid me no attention。 In the neat dining room； the cupboards had glass fronts with pale green curtains inside them。 In one I found the bottles and glasses as described； and took them aft。
Filmer was saying； 'Will Voting Right go on to the Breeders' Cup if he wins at Winnipeg？'
'He's not running at Winnipeg；' Mercer said。 'He runs at Vancouver。'
'Yes； I meant Vancouver。'
Daffodil with enthusiasm was telling a cool Bambi that she should try some face cream or other that helped with wrinkles。
'Just leave everything；' Mercer said to me。 'We'll pour。'
'Yes； sir；' I said； and retreated as he began the ultimate heresy of sloshing Remy Martin's finest on to rocks。
Mercer would know me everywhere on the train； I thought； but none of the other three would。 I hadn't met Filmer's eyes all day； had been careful not to； and it seemed to me that his attention had been exclusively focused upon what he had now achieved； a visiting…terms acquaintanceship with Mercer Lorrimore。
There was now loud music in the lounge； with two couples trying to dance and falling over with giggles from the perpetual motion of the dance…floor。 Up in the dome； aurora borealis was doing its flickering fiery best on the horizon； and in the bar there was a group playing poker in serious silent concentration。 Playing for thousands； the barman said。Between the bar and the dining room there were three bedrooms； and in one of those； with the door open； was a sleeping…car attendant； dressed exactly like myself。
'Hello；' he said； as I paused in the doorway。 'e to help？'
'Sure；' I said。 'What do I do？'
'You're the actor； aren't you？' he asked。
'It's hush hush。'
He nodded。 'I won't say a word。'
He was of about my own age； perhaps a bit older； pleasant looking and cheerful。 He showed me how to fold up the ingenious mechanism of the daytime armchairs and slide them under a bed which pulled out from the wall。 A top bunk was then pulled down from the ceiling； plete with ladder。 He straightened the bedclothes and laid a wrapped chocolate truffle on each pillow； a goodnight blessing。
'Neat； 'I said。
He had only one more room to do； he said； and he should have finished long before this but he'd been badly delayed in the car on the other side of the dining car； which he had in his care also。
I nodded…and several thoughts arrived simultaneously in a rush on my mental doorstep。 They were that Filmer's bedroom was in that car。 Filmer was at that moment with the Lorrimores。 The only locks on the bedroom doors were inside； in the form of bolts to ensure privacy。 There was no way of preventing anyone from walking in if a room were empty。
I went along to the sleeping car on the far side of the kitchen and opened the door of the abode of Julius Apollo。
Chapter Nine
By virtue of having paid double and possibly treble； Filmer had a double bedroom all to himself。 Only the lower bunk had been prepared for the night： the upper was still in the ceiling。
For all that he could be expected to stay in the Lorrimores' car for at least fifteen more minutes I felt decidedly jittery； and I left the door open so that if he did e back unexpectedly I could say I was merely checking that everything was in order。 My uniform had multiple advantages。
The bedrooms were small； as one would expect； though in the daytime； with the beds folded away； there was fortable space。 There was a washbasin in full view； with the rest of the plumbing in a discreet little closet。 For hanging clothes there was a slot behind the bedheads of about eight inches wide； enough in Filmer's case for two suits。 Another two jackets hung on hangers on pegs on the wall。
I searched quickly through all the pockets； but they were mostly empty。 There was only； in one inner pocket； a receipt for a watch repair which I replaced where I found it。
There were no drawers： more or less everything else had to be in his suitcase which stood against the wall。 With an eye on the corridor outside； I tried one of the latches and wasn't surprised to find it locked。
That left only a tiny cupboard above the hanging space； in which Julius Apollo had stored a black leather toilet bag and his brushes。
On the floor below his suits； pushed to the back of the hanging space； I found his briefcase。
I put my head out of the door which was directly beside the hanging space； and looked up and down the corridor。
No one in sight。
I went down on hands and knees； half in and half out of the doorway； with an excuse ready of looking for a coin I'd dropped。 I put a hand into the hanging space and drew the briefcase to the front； and it was of black crocodile skin with gold clasps； as I'd seen at Nottingham races。
The fact of its presence was all I was going to learn however； as it had revolving bination locks which were easy enough to undo； but only if one had two hours to spend on each lock； which I hadn't。 Whether or not the briefcase still contained whatever Horfitz had given Filmer at Nottingham was anyone's guess； and dearly though I would have liked to look at the contents； I didn't want to risk any more at that point。 I pushed the black case deep into the hanging space again； stood up outside the door； closed it and went back to the scenes of jollity to the rear。
It was； by this time； nearly midnight。 The Youngs were standing up in the dining room； ready to go to bed。 Xanthe however； alarmed by the departure of her new…found friend； was practically clinging to Mrs Young and with an echo of the earlier hysteria was saying that she couldn't possibly
