aincoat and the uniform it had hidden； put on a tracksuit and trainers； and returned to Zak's fray。
The crisis was the absence of an actor who was supposed to have arrived but had sent apologies instead。
'Apologies！' Zak fumed。 'He broke his goddamn arm this morning and he's not ing。 I ask you！ Is a broken arm any sort of excuse？'
The others； the whole troupe； were inclined to think not。
'He was supposed to be Angelica's husband；' Zak said。
'What about Steve？' I asked。
'He was her lover； and her business partner。 They were both killed by Giles because they had just found out he had embezzled all the capital and the bloodstock business was bankrupt。 Now Angelica's husband es on the scene to ask where her money is； as she hasn't changed her will and he inherits。 He decided to investigate her death himself because he doesn't think either the Mounties or I have done a good enough job。 And now he isn't even here。'
'Well；' I said； 'why don't you discover that it is Raoul who is really Angelica's husband and who stands to inherit； which gives him a lot of motive as he doesn't know yet that Giles has embezzled the money； does he？ No one does。 And Raoul is only free to marry Donna because Angelica is dead； which can give the Bricknells hysterics。 And how about if Raoul says the Bricknells themselves have been doping their horses； not Raoul； but they deny it and are very pleased that he should be judged guilty of everything now they know he can't marry their daughter because he is probably a murderer and will go to jail。 And how about if it was the Bricknells' horse that was really supposed to be kidnapped； but by Giles； as you can later discover； so that he could sell it and gain enough to skip the country once he got safely to Vancouver。'
They opened their mouths。
'I don't know that it actually makes sense；' Zak said eventually。
'Never mind； I don't suppose they'll notice。'
'You cynical son…of…a。。。'
'I don't see why not；' Donna said。 'And I can have a nice weepy scene with Pierre。'
'Why？' Zak said。
'I like doing them。'
They all fell about； and in a while walked through dramatic revelations （received by Zak from Outside Sources） of Raoul's marriage to Angelica five years earlier； which neither had acknowledged at Toronto station because； Raoul said unconvincingly； they were both shocked to find the other there； as he wanted to meld with Donna as she with Steve。
They all went away presently to get into their character clothes； and from Zak； very much later； I heard that the whole thing； played at the tops of their voices； had been a galvanic riot。 He came to my door with a bottle in each hand； Scotch for him； red wine for me； and sank exhaustedly into an armchair with an air of having nobly borne the weight of the world on his shoulders and bravely survived。
'Did you have any dinner？' he said； yawning。 'Didn't see you。'
'I had some sent up。'
He looked at the television programme with which I'd passed the time。
'Rotten reception in these mountains；' he said。 'Look at that idiot。' He stared at the screen。 'Couldn't act his way out of a paper bag。'
We drank panionably and I asked if the party were all generally happy without Daffodil Quentin。
'The dear in the Mont Blanc curls？' he said。 'Oh； sure。 They were all in a great mood。 That man who used to be with her all the time was dripping charm all over Bambi Lorrimore and that nutter of a son of hers didn't open his mouth once。 Those Australians are still in the clouds。。。'
He described the reactions of some of the others to the evening's scene and then said he would rely on me for another scintillating bit of scrambled plot for the next night。 Not to mention； he added； a denouement and finale for the night after； our last on the train。 The mystery had to be solved then before a Gala Dinner of epic proportions prising five courses produced by Angus by sleight of hand。
'But I only said it all off the top of my head；' I said。
'The top of your head will do us all fine。' He yawned。 'Tell you the truth； we need a fresh mind。'
'Well。。。 all right '
'So how much do I pay you？'
I was surprised。 'I don't want money。'
'Don't be silly。'
'Um；' I said。 'I do earn more than Tommy。'
He looked at me over his whisky glass。 'You don't really surprise me。'
'So thanks a lot；' I said； meaning it； 'but no thanks。'
He nodded and left it： the offer honourably made； realistically declined。 Anything he would have paid me would have e directly out of his own pocket： impossible to accept。
'Oh！' he said； clearly hit by a shaft of memory； 'Nell asked me to give you this。' He dug into a pocket and produced a sealed envelope which he handed over。 It said 'Nell Richmond' on the outside； and 'Photographs； do not bend。'
'Thanks；' I said； relieved。 'I was beginning to think it hadn't got here。'
I opened the envelope and found three identical prints inside； but no letter。 The pictures were clear； sharp and in black and white owing to the fast high…definition film I habitually used in the binoculars…camera。 The subject； taken from above； was looking upwards and to one side to a point somewhere below the lens； so that one couldn't see his eyes clearly； but the sharply jutting cheekbones； the narrow nose； the deep eye sockets； the angled jaw…bone and the hairline retreating from the temples； all were identifiable at a glance。 I handed one of the prints to Zak； and he looked at it curiously。
'Who is it？' he said。
That's the point。 Who is he？ Have you seen him on the train？'
He looked again at the picture which showed； below the head； the shoulders and neck； with the sheepskin collar of the padded jacket over a sweater of some sort and a checked shirt unbuttoned at the top。
'A tough…looking man；' Zak said。 'Is he a militant union agitator？'
I was startled。 'Why do you say that？'
'Don't know。 He has the look。 All intensity and aggression。 That's what I'd cast him as。'
'And is that how you'd also act a union agitator？'
'Sure。' He grinned。 'If he was described in the script as a trouble maker。' He shook his head。 'I haven't seen him on the train or anywhere else that I know of。 Is he one of the racegoers； then？'
'I don't know for sure； but he was at Thunder Bay station and also at Winnipeg races。'
'The sleeping…car attendants will know。'
I nodded。 'I'll ask them。'
'What do you want him for？'
'Making trouble。'
He handed back the photograph with a smile。 'Type cast；' he said； nodding。
He ambled off to bed； and early the next morning I telephoned Mrs Baudelaire who sounded as if she rose with the lark。
I asked her to tell Bill the photos had arrived safely。
'Oh； good；' she said blithely。 'Did you get my message with the numbers？'
'Yes； I did； thank you very much。'
Val called with them from London； sounding very pleased。 He said he wasn't having so much success with whatever it was that Sheridan Lorrimore did at Cambridge。 No one's talking。 He thinks the gag is cash for the new library being built at Sheridan's old college。 How immoral can academics get？ And Bill said to tell you that they went round to the Winnipeg barns with that photo； but no one knew who the man was； except that he did go there asking for Lenny Higgs。 Bill says they will ask all the Ontario racing people they can reach and maybe print it in the racing papers coast to coast。'
'Great。'
'Bill wants to know what name you're using on the train。'
I hesitated； which she picked up at once with audible hurt。 'Don't you trust us？'
'Of course I do。 But I don't trust everyone in the train。'
'Oh； I see。'
'You were right to send the message to Nell。'
'Good； then。'
'Are you well？' I asked。
The line said； 'Have a nice day； young man；' and went dead。
I listened to her silence with regret。 I should have known better。 I did know better； but it seemed discourteous never to ask。
With her much in mind I dressed for outdoors； hopped down the fire stairs and found an inconspicuous way out so as not to e face to face with any passengers who were en route to breakfast。 In my woolly hat； well pulled down； and my navy zipped jacket； I found a good vantage point for watching the front door； then wandered round a bit and returned to the watching point a little before bus…boarding time for the joy…trip to Banff。 Under the jacket I had slung the binoculars； just in case I 'could get nowhere near； but in fact； from leaning against the boot of an empty； parked； locked car where I hoped I looked as if I was waiting for the driver to return； I had a close enough view not to need them。
A large ultra…modern bus with tinted windows rolled in and stationed itself obligingly so that I could see who walked from the hotel to board it； and very soon after； when the driver had been into the hotel to report his arrival； Nell appeared in a warm jacket； trousers and boots and shepherded her flock with smiles into its depths。 Most of the passengers were going sightseeing； it seemed； but not all。
Filmer didn't e out。 I willed him to： to appear without his briefcase and roll away for hours： to give