df.theedge-第53节
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'You've been ages in there；' he said； but tolerantly。 'Couldn't you undo the bed？'
'Managed it finally；' I said； dry mouthed。
'Right。 Well； I didn't give you any chocolates。' He handed me a box of big silver…wrapped bonbons。 'Put one on each pillow。'
'Yes； 'I said。
'Are you all right？' he asked curiously。
'Oh； yes。 It was hot in the dining car。'
'True。' He went back towards his end of the car； unsuspicious。 Heart still thumping I returned to Filmer's room； retrieved his passport from under the pillow； replaced it in the briefcase； shut the locks； twirled the bination wheels； realized I hadn't noticed where they'd been set when I came in； hoped to hell that Filmer didn't set them deliberately； put the case back as I'd found it； straightened the bed and put the chocolate tidily where it belonged。
I went out of the room； closed the door and walked two paces towards the next door along。
'Hey； you；' Filmer's voice said angrily from close behind me。 'What were you doing in there？'
I turned。 Looked innocent。。。 felt stunned。
'Making your bed ready for the night； sir。'
'Oh。' He shrugged； accepting it。
I held the box of sweets towards him。 'Would you like an extra chocolate； sir？'
'No； I wouldn't；' he said； and went abruptly into his bedroom。
I felt weak。 I waited for him to e out exploding that I'd meddled with his belongings。
Nothing。。。 nothing。。。 happened。
I went into the room next door； folded the armchairs； lowered both beds； turned back the sheets； delivered the sweets。 All automatic； with a feeling of total unreality。 I'd twice e too close to discovery。 I had no great taste； I found； for the risks of a spy。
I was disturbed； in a way； by my pusillanimity。 I supposed I'd never thought much about courage： had taken it for granted。。。 physical courage； or physical endurance； anyway。 I'd been in hard places in the past； but these risks were different and more difficult； at least for me。
I did the third bedroom； by which time the sleeping…car attendant； much faster； had almost finished the rest。
'Thanks a lot；' he said cheerfully。 'Appreciate it。'
'Any time。'
'Did you do your scene？' he asked。
I nodded。 'It went fine。'
Filmer came out of his room and called； 'Hey； you。'
The sleeping…car attendant went towards him。 'Yes； sir？'
Filmer spoke to him； his voice obliterated； as far as I was concerned； by rail noise； and went back into his room。
'He's not feeling well；' the sleeping…car attendant reported； going back towards his own roomette。 'He asked for something to settle his stomach。'
'Do you have things like that？'
'Antacids； sure。 A few simple things。'
I left him to his mission and went back to the dining car； where Emil greeted me with raised eyebrows and thrust into my hands a trayful of small plates； each bearing a square of paté de fóie gras with a thin slice of black truffle on top。
'We missed you。 You're needed；' Emil said。 'The crackers for the pate are on the tables。'
'Right。'
I went ahead with the delivery； going to the Redi…Hots' table first。 I asked Mrs Redi…Hot if Mr Filmer would be ing back： should we put his pate in his place？
She looked a little bewildered。 'He didn't say if he was ing back。 He went out in a hurry。。。 he trampled on my feet。'
'Leave the pate；' Mr Redi…Hot said。 'If he doesn't e back； I'll eat it。'
With a smile I put some pate in Filmer's place and went on to the Youngs' table； where Cumber had stopped talking about Ezra Gideon but looked dour and preoccupied。 Rose received her pate with a smile and made attempts not to let Cumber's moroseness spoil the occasion for the Unwins。
Cathy had taken pate to the Lorrimores who sat in glum silence except for Xanthe who could be heard saying exasperatedly； 'This is supposed to be a party； for God's sakes。'
For the rest of the passengers； that was true。 The faces were bright； the smiles came easily； the euphoria of the whole journey bonded them in pleasure。 It was the last night on the train and they were determined to make it a good one。
Nell was moving down the aisle handing out mementos： silver bracelets made of tiny gleaming railway carriages for the women； onyx paperweights set with miniature engines for the men。 Charming gifts； received with delight。 Xanthe clipped on her bracelet immediately and forgot to look sullen。
Emil and I collected the wrapping…paper debris。 'Miss Richmond might have waited until after dinner；' Emil said。
We served and cleared the rest of the banquet： a salad of sliced yellow tomatoes and fresh basil； a scoop of champagne sorbet； rare roast rib of beef with julienned vegetables and finally apple snowballs appearing to float on raspberry puree。 About six people； including Rose Young； asked how to make the apple snowballs； so I enquired of Angus
He was looking languid and exhausted； but obliging。 'Tell them it's sieved apple puree； sugar； whipped cream； whipped white of egg。 bine at the last minute。 Very simple '
'Delicious；' Rose said； when I relayed the information。 'Do bring out the chef for us to congratulate him '
Emil brought out and introduced Angus to prolonged applause。 Simone sulked determinedly in the kitchen。 Rose Young said they should all thank the rest of the dining…car crew who had worked so hard throughout。 Everyone clapped； all most affecting。
Xanthe clapped； I noticed。 I had great hopes for Xanthe。
I managed to stop beside Nell's ear。
'Xanthe's longing to have a good time；' I said。 'Couldn't you rescue her？'
'What's the matter with the others'' she asked； frowning。
'Xanthe might tell you； if she knows。'
Nell flashed me an acutely perceptive glance。 'And you want me to tell you？'
'Yes； please； since you ask '
'One day you'll explain all this '
'One day soon。'
I went back to the kitchen with the others to tackle the mountainous dishwashing and to eat anything left over； which wasn't much。 Angus produced a bottle of Scotch from a cupboard and drank from it deeply without troubling a glass。 Apart from Simone； who had disappeared altogether； there was very good feeling in the kitchen。 I wouldn't have missed it； I thought； for a fieldful of mushrooms。
When everything was scoured； polished and put away； we left Angus unbelievably beginning to make breads for breakfast。 I stood in the lobby for a while； watching the dining…car slowly clear as everyone drifted off to the dome car lounge for laughter and music。 The Lorrimores had all gone； and so had Nell and the Unwins and the Youngs Out of habit I began to collect； with Oliver； the used napkins and tablecloths； ready to put out clean ones for breakfast； and presently Nell came back and sat down wearily where I was working。
'For what it's worth；' she said； 'Xanthe doesn't know what has thrown her parents into such a tizzy She says it can't have been something Mr Filmer said in the lounge before cocktails because it sounded so silly。'
'Did she tell you what he said？'
Nell nodded 'Xanthe said Mr Filmer asked her father if he would let him have Voting Right； and her father said he wouldn't part with the horse for anything； and they were both smiling； Xanthe said Then Mr Filmer； still smiling； said； 〃We'll have to have a little talk about cats 〃 And that was all Mr Filmer went into the dining car Xanthe said she asked her father what Mr Filmer meant； and he said； 〃Don't bother me； darling。 〃'
Nell shook his head in puzzlement。 'So anyway； Xanthe is now having a good time in the dome…car lounge and the rest of the family have gone off into their own car； and I'm deadly tired； if you want to know '
'Go to bed； then '
The actors are all along in the lounge having their photos taken；' she said； dismissing my suggestion as frivolous。 'They came up trumps tonight； didn't they？'
'Brilliant；' I said
'Someone was asking Zak who had tried to kidnap which horse at Toronto station '
'What did he say？' I asked； amused。 It was the loosest of the loose ends。
'He said it had seemed a good idea at the time ' She laughed。 'He said they'd had to change the script because the actor who was supposed to play the part of the kidnapper had broken his arm and couldn't appear。 Everyone seemed to be satisfied。 They're all very happy with the way it ended。 People are kissing Donna and Mavis。 Mavis is wearing the jewels。' She yawned and reflected。 'Mr Filmer didn't have any dinner； did he？ Perhaps I'd better go and see if he's all right。'
I dissuaded her。 Antacids were taking care of it； I said。 What one could give a man for a sick soul was another matter。
From this point of view； he had made his move a fraction too early； I thought。 If he hadn't already made the threat； the play wouldn't have had such a cataclysmic effect either on him or on Mercer。 Mercer might have been warned； as I'd intended； might have been made to think： but I couldn't have foreseen that it would happen the way it had； even though Filmer's smirk and Mercer's gloom had made me wonder。 Just as well； perhaps； that I hadn't known about the cats when I invented the theft of the jewels。 I might have been terribly tempted to
