He rather grumpily agreed and went away saying they would have to rehearse。 Nell smiled sweetly at his departing back and asked if I'd ever noticed how important everything was to actors？ Everything except the real world； of course。
'Pussycat；' I said。
'But I have such tiny； indulgent claws。'
Oliver and Cathy arrived and with Emil began spreading tablecloths and setting places。 I got to my feet and helped them； and Nell with teasing amusement watched me fold pink napkins into water lilies and said； 'Well； well； hidden depths；' and I answered； 'You should see my dishwashing；' which were the sort of infantile surface remarks of something we both guessed might suddenly bee serious。 The surface meanwhile was safe and shimmering and funny； and would stay that way until we were ready for change。
As usual； the passengers came early into the dining car； and I faded into the scenery in my uniform and avoided Nell's eyes。
The passengers hadn't over…enjoyed their sojourn in the station； it appeared； as they had been fallen upon by the flock of pressmen who had taken Xanthe back again to the brink of hysteria； and had asked Mercer whether it wasn't unwise to flaunt the privilege of wealth in his private car； and hadn't he invited trouble by adding it to the train。 Indignation on his behalf was thick in the air。 Everyone knew he was public spiritedly on the trip For the Sake of Canadian Racing。
The Lorrimores； all four of them； arrived together to murmurs of sympathy； but the two young ones split off immediately from their parents and from each other； all of them gravitating to their various havens： the parents went to join Filmer and Daffodil of their own free will； Xanthe made a straight piteous line to Mrs Young； and Sheridan grabbed hold of Nell； who was by this time standing； saying that he needed her to sit with him； she was the only decent human being on the whole damn train。
Nell； unsure of the worth of his pliment； nevertheless sat down opposite him； even if temporarily。 Keeping Sheridan on a straight or even a wavy line definitely came into the category of crisis control。
Sheridan had the looks which went with Julius's name； Apollo： he was tall； handsome； nearly blond； a child of the sun。 The ice； the arrogance； the lack of mon sense and of control； these were the darkside tragedy。 A mini psychopath； I thought； and maybe not so mini； at that； if Xanthe thought he should be in jail。
The Australian Unwins； sitting with the rival owners of Flokati； were concerned about a lifelessness they had detected in Upper Gumtree due to the fact that on the train their horse had been fed a restricted diet of pressed food nuts and high…grade hay and the Flokati people were cheerfully saying that on so long a stretch without exercise； good hay was best。 Hay was calming。 'We don't want them climbing the walls；' Mr Flokati said。 Upper Gumtree had looked asleep； Mrs Unwin remarked with disapproval。 The Flokati people beamed wide trying to look sympathetic。 If Upper Gumtree proved listless； so much the better for Flokati's chances。
It seemed that all of the owners had taken the opportunity of visiting the horses while the train was standing still； and listen though I might I could hear no one else reporting trouble。
Upper Gumtree； it seemed to me； might revive spectacularly on the morrow； given oats； fresh air and exercise。 His race was still more than forty…eight hours away。 If gaunt…face had in fact given Upper Gumtree something tranquillizing； the effects would wear off long before then。
On reflection； I thought it less and less probable that he had done any such thing： he would have to have by…passed the dragon…lady； Leslie Brown； for a start。 Yet presumably at times she left her post。。。 to eat and sleep。
'I said；' Daffodil said to me distinctly； 'would you bring me a clean knife？ I've dropped mine on the floor。'
'Certainly； madam；' I said； ing back abruptly to the matter in hand and realizing with a shock that she had already asked me once； I fetched her a knife fast。 She nodded merely； her attention again on Filmer； and he； I was mightily relieved to see； had taken no notice of the small matter。 But how could I； I thought ruefully； how could I have possibly stopped concentrating when I was so close to him。 Only one day ago the proximity had had my pulse racing。
The train had made its imperceptible departure and was rolling along again past the uninhabited infinity of rocks and lakes and conifers that seemed to march on to the end of the world。 We finished serving lunch and coffee and cleared up； and as soon as I decently could I left the kitchen and set off forward up the train。
George； whom I looked for first； was in his office eating a fat ragged beef sandwich and drinking diet Coke。
'How did it go；' I asked； 'In Thunder Bay？'
He scowled； but halfheartedly。 'They found out nothing I hadn't told them。 There was nothing to see。 They're thinking now that whoever uncoupled the private car was on it when the train left Cartier。'
'On the private car？' I said in surprise。
'That's right。 The steam tube could have been disconnected in the station； eh？ Then the train leaves Cartier with the saboteur in the Lorrimores' car。 Then less than a mile out of Cartier； eh？； our saboteur pulls up the rod that undoes the coupling。 Then the private car rolls to a stop； and he gets off and walks back to Cartier。'
'But why should anyone do that？'
'Grow up； sonny。 There are people in this world who cause trouble because it makes them feel important。 They're ineffective； eh？； in their lives。 So they burn things 。。。 and smash things。。。 paint slogans on walls。。。 leave their mark on something； eh？ And wreck trains。 Put slabs of concrete on the rails。 I've seen it done。 Power over others； that's what it's about。 A grudge against the Lorrimores； most like。 Power over them； over their possessions。 That's what those investigators think。'
'Hm；' I said。 'If that's the case； the saboteur wouldn't have walked back to Cartier but up to some vantage point from where he could watch the smash。'
George looked startled。 'Well。。。 I suppose he might。'
'Arsonists often help to put out the fires they've started。'
'You mean he would have waited around。。。 to help with the wreck。 Even to help with casualties？'
'Sure；' I said。 'Pure； heady power； to know you'd caused such a scene。'
'I didn't see anyone around；' he said thoughtfully； 'when we went back to the car。 I shone the lamp。。。 there wasn't anyone moving； eh？； or anything like that。'
'So； what are the investigators going to do？' I asked。
His eyes crinkled and the familiar chuckle escaped。 'Write long reports； eh？ Tell us never to take private cars。 Blame me for not preventing it； I dare say。'
He didn't seem worried at the idea。 His shoulders and his mind were broad。
I left him with appreciation and went forward into the central dining car where all the actors were sitting in front of coffee cups and poring over typed sheets of stage directions； muttering under their breaths and sometimes exclaiming aloud。
Zak raised his eyes vaguely in my direction but it would have been tactless to disrupt the thoughts behind them； so I pressed on forwards； traversing the dayniter and the sleeping cars and arriving at the forward dome car。 There were a lot of people about everywhere； but no one looked my way twice。
I knocked eventually on the door of the horse car and； after inspection and formalities that would have done an Iron Curtain country proud； was admitted again by Ms Brown to the holy of holies。
Rescrawling Tommy Titmouse on her list I was interested to see how long it had grown； and I noticed that even Mercer hadn't been let in without signing。 I asked the dragon…lady if anyone had e in who wasn't an owner or a groom； and she bridled like a thin turkey and told me that she had conscientiously checked every visitor against her list of bona fide owners； and only they had been admitted。
'But you wouldn't know them all by sight；' I said。
'What do you mean？' she demanded。
'Supposing for instance someone came and said they were Mr Unwin； you would check that his name was on the list and let him in？'
'Yes； of course。'
'And suppose he wasn't Mr Unwin； although he said he was？'
'You're just being difficult；' she said crossly。 'I cannot refuse entry to the owners。 They were given the right to visit； but they don't have to produce passports。 Nor do their wives or husbands。'
I looked down her visitors' list。 Filmer appeared on it twice； Daffodil once。 Filmer's signature was large and flamboyant； demanding attention。 No one had written Filmer in any other way： it seemed that gaunt…face hadn't gained entry by giving Filmer's name； at least。 It didn't mean he hadn't given someone else's。
I gave Leslie Brown her list back and wandered around under her eagle eye looking at the horses。 They swayed peacefully to the motion； standing diagonally across the stalls； watching me incuriously； seemingly content。 I couldn't perceive that Upper Gumtree looked any more sleepy than any of the other： his eyes were as bright； and he pricked his ears when I came near him。