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and they all started murmuring； making up their own words。
'And what happens tomorrow？' Zak asked finally。 'How do we sort it all out？'
'I haven't written it down yet；' I said。
'But you do have it in mind？ Could you write it this evening？'
I nodded twice。
'Right；' he said。 'We'd better all meet here tomorrow after breakfast。 We'll have to do a thorough walk through； maybe two or even three； to make sure we get it all right。 Tie up the loose ends； that sort of thing。 And don't forget； everybody； tomorrow we'll be back in the dining car。 Not so much room for fighting and so on； so make it full of action tonight。'
'Tomorrow Pierre gets shot；' I said。
'Oh boy； oh boy；' Pierre said。
'But not fatally。 You can go on talking。'
'Better and better。'
'But you'll need some blood。'
'Great；' Pierre said。 'How much？'
'Well。。。' I laughed。 'I'll let you decide where the bullet goes； and how much gore you think the passengers can stand； but you'd better be to going to live； at the end of it。'
They wanted to know what else I had in store； but I wouldn't tell them： I said they might give the future away by accident if they knew； and they protested they were too professional to do that。 But I didn't altogether trust their improvising tongues； and they shrugged and gave way with fair grace。
I watched the walk through which seemed to go pretty well； but it was nothing； Zak assured me afterwards； to the actual live performance among the cocktails。
He came back to my room at eleven； as on the previous night； drinking well…earned whisky exhaustedly。
'Those two； Raoul and Pierre； they really gave it a go；' he said。 'They both learned stage righting and stunts at drama school； you know。 They'd worked out the fight beforehand； and it was a humdinger。 All over the place。 It was a shame to break it up。 Half the passengers spilled their cocktails with Raoul and Pierre rolling and slogging on the floor near their feet and we had to give everyone free refills。' He laughed 'Dear Mavis put on the grand tragedy for reporting the theft of the jewels and poured on some tremendous pathos later over losing all her happy memories of the gifts that were bound up in them。 Had half the audience in tears。 Marvellous。 Then Walter did his thing quite well considering he plained to me that no one in their right mind would kill themselves because they couldn't go racing And afterwards； would you believe it； one of the passengers asked me where we got the idea from； about someone killing themselves because they couldn't go racing。'
'What did you say？' I asked with a jerk of anxiety。
'I said I picked it out of the air ' He watched me relax a shade and asked； 'Where did you get it from？'
'I knew of someone not long ago who did just that。' Thirteen days ago。。 a lifetime。
'Crazy。'
'Mm。 'I paused 'Who asked you？'
'Can't remember。' He thought。 'It might have been Mr Young。'
Indeed it might； I thought。 Ezra Gideon had been his friend。
It might have been Filmer。 Ezra Gideon had been his victim。
'Are you sure？' I asked。
He thought some more。 'Yep； Mr Young。 He was sitting with that sweet wife of his； and he got up and came across the room to ask。'
I drank some wine and said conversationally； 'Did anyone else react？'
Zak's attention； never far below the surface； came to an intuitive point。
'Do I detect；' he said； 'a hint of Hamlet？'
'How do you mean？' I asked； although I knew exactly what he meant
'The play's the thing； wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King？ Right？ Is that what you were up to？'
'In a mild way。'
'And tomorrow？'
'Tomorrow too；' I agreed。
He said broodingly； 'You're not going to get any of us into trouble； are you？ Not sure for slander； or anything？'
'I promise not。'
'Perhaps I shouldn't let you write tomorrow's script。'
'You must do what you think best。' I picked the finished script off the table beside me and stretched forward to hand it to him。 'Read it first； then decide。'
'OK。'
He put his glass down and began reading。 He read to the end and finally raised a smiling face。
'It's great；' he said。 'All my original ideas with yours on top。'
'Good。' I was much relieved that he liked it； and thought him generous。
'Where's the Hamlet bit？ he asked。
'In loving not wisely but too well。'
'That's Othello。'
'Sorry。'
He thought it over。 'It seems harmless enough to me； but。。。'
'All I want to do；' I said； 'is open a few specific eyes。 Warn a couple of people about the path they're treading。 I can't； you see； just walk up to them and say it； can I？ They wouldn't take it from Tommy。 They probably wouldn't take it from anybody。 But if they see something acted。。。 they can learn from it。'
'Like Hamlet's mother。'
'Yes。'
He sipped his whisky。 'Who do you want to warn about what？' he said。
'Better I don't tell you； then nothing's your fault。'
'What are you really on the train for？' he asked； frowning。
'You know what。 To keep everyone happy and foil the wicked。'
'And this scene will help？'
'I hope so。'
'All right。' He made up his mind。 'I don't object to foiling the wicked。 We'll give it our best shot。' He grinned suddenly。 'The others will love the Hamlet angle。'
I was alarmed。 'No。。。 please don't tell them。'
'Why ever not？'
'I want the passengers to think that any similarity of the plot to their own lives is purely coincidental。 I don't want the actors telling them afterwards that it was all deliberate。'
He smiled twistedly。 'Are we back to slander？'
'No。 There's no risk of that。 It's just。。。 I don't want them identifying me as the one who knows so much about them。 If anyone asks the actors where the plot came from； I'd far rather they said it was you。'
'And dump me in the shit？' He was good humoured； however。
'No one could have suspicions about you。' I smiled faintly。 'Apart from foiling villainy； success for me means hiding behind Tommy to the end and getting off the train unexposed。'
'Are you some sort of spy？'
'A security guard； that's all。'
'Can I put you in my next plot？ In my next train mystery？'
'Be my guest。'
He laughed； yawned； put down his glass and stood up。
'Well； pal； whoever you are；' he said； 'it's been an education knowing you。'
Nell telephoned to my room at seven in the morning。 'Are you awake？' she said。
'Wide。'
'It snowed again in the night。 The mountains are white。'
'I can see them；' I said； 'from my bed。'
'Do you sleep with your curtains open？'
'Always。 Do you？'
'Yes。'
'Are you dressed？' I asked。
'Yes； I am。 What's that to do with anything？'
'With defences； even over the telephone。'
'I hate you。'
'One can't have everything。'
'Listen；' she said severely； smothering a laugh。 'Be sensible。 I phoned to ask if you wanted to walk down again to the station this afternoon when we board the train； or go down on the crew bus？'
I reflected。 'On the bus； I should think。'
'OK。 That bus goes from outside the staff annexe at three…thirty…five。 Take your bag with you。'
'All right。 Thanks。'
'The whole train； with the horses and racegoers and everything； es up from Banff to arrive at Lake Louise station at four…fifteen。 That gives the passengers plenty of time to board and go to their bedrooms again and begin to unpack fortably before we leave Lake Louise on the dot of four…thirty…five。 The regular Canadian es along behind us as before and leaves Lake Louise at ten past five； so we have to make sure everyone is boarded early so that our train can leave right on time。'
'Understood。'
'I'm going to tell all this to the passengers at breakfast； and also that at five…thirty we're serving champagne and canapes to everyone in the dining car； and at six we'll have the solution to the mystery； and after that cocktails for those who want them； and then the gala banquet。 Then the actors return for photos and post…mortems over cognac。 It all sounds like hell。'
I laughed。 'It will all work beautifully。'
'I'm going into a nunnery after this。'
'There are better places。'
'Where； for instance？'
'Hawaii？'
There was a sudden silence on the line。 Then she said； 'I have to be back at my desk。。。'
'We could take the desk too。'
She giggled。 'I'll find out about shipment。'
'Done； then？'
'No。。。 I don't know。。。 I'll let you know in Vancouver。'
'Vancouver；' I said； 'is tomorrow morning。'
'After the race； then。'
'And before the red…eye special。'
'Do you ever give up？'
'It depends；' I said； 'on the signals。'
Chapter Sixteen
Filmer clung closely to his briefcase during the transit from Chateau to train at Lake Louise； although he had allowed his larger suitcase to be brought down with everyone else's to be arranged side by side in a long line at the station； waiting to be lifted aboard by porters。
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
