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urious。 His mother； I noticed； had turned her head away。 Mercer was shaking his。
The Mountie； unperturbed； said he would be proceeding vigorously with the enquiries into both Angelica's and Ricky's deaths and perhaps he would have news for everyone in Winnipeg。 He and Zak went away together； and Donna drifted around from table to table for a while telling everyone that poor Angelica had really been very sweet； not a murderess； and she； Donna； was dreadfully upset at the suggestion。 She wrung out a real tear or two。 She was undoubtedly an effective actress。
'What do you care？' Sheridan asked her rudely。 'You only met her yesterday morning and she was dead before dinner。'
Donna looked at him uncertainly。 He'd sounded as if he really believed in Angelica's death
'Er。。。' she said； 'some people you know at once。' She moved on gently and presently disappeared with disconsolate…looking shoulders down the corridor beside the kitchen。 Sheridan muttered under his breath several times； making the people he was sitting with unfortable。
Emil and his crew； including me； immediately began setting the tables round the passengers for dinner； and were soon serving warm goat's cheese and radicchio salads followed by circles of rare Chateaubriand with snow peas and matchstick carrots and finally rich orange sorbets smothered in fluffy whipped cream and nuts。 Most of the passengers persevered to the end and looked as though it were no torture。
My suggestion to Angus； while we were dishwashing after the battle； that maybe his food could have been injected somehow with a substance that even now could be working away to the detriment of everyone's health was received by him with frosty amusement。 Absolutely impossible； he assured me。 I had surely noticed that nearly all the ingredients had e on to the train fresh。 He was cooking this food； not bringing it in pre…frozen packs。
I assured him truthfully that I had been impressed by his skill and speed； and I thought his results marvellous。
'You actors；' he said more indulgently； 'will think of any impossible thing for a plot。'
Everyone got off the train at Winnipeg； one thousand； four hundred and thirteen miles along the rails from Toronto。
Two large motor horse…boxes were waiting for the horses； which were unloaded down and loaded up ramps。 The grooms and Leslie Brown led the horses across from train to van and saw them installed and then； carrying holdalls； themselves trouped on to a bus which followed the horse…boxes away towards the racetrack。
A row of buses waited outside the station to take the racegoers away to a variety of outlying motels； and a long new coach with darkly tinted windows was set aside for the owners。 A few of the owners； like the Lorrimores and Daffodil and Filmer； had arranged their own transport separately in the shape of chauffeur…driven limousines； their chauffeurs ing over to the train to carry their bags。
The crew； after everyone else had left； tidied away； into secure lockers every movable piece of equipment and goods； and then joined the actors in the last waiting bus。 The Mountie； I was interested to see； was among us； tall and imposing even with his scarlet and brass buttons tucked away in his bag。
George came last； carrying an attache case of papers and looking over his shoulder at the train as if wondering if he'd forgotten anything。 He sat in the seat across the aisle from me and said the cars would be backed into a siding for two days； the engine would be removed and used elsewhere； and there would be a security guard on duty。 In the siding； the carriages would be unheated and unlit and would e to life again only about an hour before we left on the day after tomorrow。 We'd been able to keep the same crew from coast to coast； he said； only because of the two rest breaks along the way。
The owners and some of the actors were staying in the Westin Hotel which had； Nell had told everyone during dinner； a ballroom and fort and an indoor pool on the roof。 There was a breakfast room set aside for the train party where a piece of the mystery would unravel each morning。 Apart from that； everyone was on their own： there were good shops； good restaurants and good racing。 Transport had been arranged to and from the racecourse。 We would all e back to reboard the train after the Jockey Club Race Train Stakes on Wednesday； and cocktails and dinner would be served as soon as we'd rolled out of the station。 The party； in good humour； applauded。
I had decided not to stay in the same hotel as any of the groups of owners； actors； racegoers or crew； and asked Nell if she knew of anywhere else。 A tall order； it seemed。
'We've put people almost everywhere；' she said doubtfully； 'but only a few actors will be at the Holiday Inn 。。。 why don't you try there？ Although actually。。。 there is one place we haven't booked anyone into； and that's the Sheraton。 But it's like the Westin…expensive。'
'Never mind； I'll find somewhere；' I said； and when the crew bus； after a short drive； stopped and disgorged its passengers； I took my grip and vanished on foot and； after asking directions； made a homing line to where no one else was staying。
In my buttoned…up grey VIA raincoat； I was unexceptional to the receptionists of the Sheraton： the only problem； they said； was that they were full。 It was late in the evening。 The whole city was full。
'An annexe？' I suggested。
Two of them shook their heads and consulted with each other in low voices。 Although they had no single rooms left； they said finally； they had had a late cancellation of a suite。 They looked doubtful。 I wouldn't be interested in that； they supposed。
'Yes； I would；' I said and gave them my American Express card with alacrity。 So Tommy the waiter carefully hung up his yellow waistcoat with its white lining and ordered some wine from room service and in a while after a long easing shower slept for eight solid hours and didn't dream about Filmer。
In the morning； I telephoned Mrs Baudelaire and listened again to the almost girlish voice on the wire。
'Messages for the invisible man；' she said cheerfully。 'Er 。。。 are you still invisible？'
'Mostly； yes； I think。'
'Bill says Val Catto would like to know if you are still invisible to the quarry。 Does that make sense to you？'
'It makes sense； and the answer is yes。'
'They're both anxious。'
'And not alone；' I said。 'Will you tell them the quarry has an ally on the train； travelling I think with the racegoers。 I've seen him once and will try to photograph him。'
'Goodness！'
'Also will you ask them whether certain numbers； which I'll tell you； have any significance in the quarry's life。'
'Intriguing；' she said。 'Fire away。'
'Well。。。 three numbers I don't know。 Three question marks； say。 Then one…five…one。 ''Three question marks； then one…five…one。 Right？'
'Right。 I know it's not his car's number plate； or not the car he usually travels in； but ask if it fits his birthday in any way； or his phone number； or anything at all they can think of。 I want to know what the first three digits are。'
'I'll ask Bill right away； when I've finished talking to yo