df.theedge-第59节
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'I would think so。'
'Oh shit； 'Nell said。
My feelings exactly； I thought。
We went on into the saloon。 Mercer said almost mechanically； 'Why don't we stop？ We have to go back。' He no longer sounded； I thought； as if he expected or even hoped to find Sheridan alive。
'Sir； the Conductor is radioing for instructions；' I said。
He nodded。 He was a reasonable man in most circumstances。 He had only to look out of the window to know that going back wouldn't help。 He knew that it was practically impossible for anyone to fall off the platform by accident。 He certainly believed； from his demeanour； that Sheridan had jumped。
Mercer sat on the sofa； his arm around Xanthe beside him； her head on his shoulder。 Xanthe wasn't crying。 She looked serious； but calm。 The tragedy for Xanthe hadn't happened within that half hour； it had been happening all her life。 Her brother had been lost to her even when alive。
Nell said； 'Shall we go； Mr Lorrimore？'； meaning herself and me。 'Can I do anything for Mrs Lorrimore？'
'No； no；' he said。 'Stay。' He swallowed。 'You'll have to know what's decided。。 what to tell everyone。。。' He shook his head helplessly。 'We must make some decisions。'
George arrived at that point and sat down in an armchair near Mercer； leaning forward with his forearms on his knees and saying how sorry he was； how very sorry。
'We have to go back；' Mercer said。
'Yes； sir； but not the whole train； sir。 Montreal says the train must go on to Vancouver as scheduled。'
Mercer began to protest。 George interrupted him。 'Sir； Montreal say that they are already alerting all the authorities along the canyon to look out for your son。 They say they will arrange transport for you to return； you and your family； as soon as we reach Vancouver。 You can see 。。。' he glanced out of the window '。。。 that the area is unpopulated； eh？； but there are often people working by the river。 There is a road running along quite near the canyon； as well as another railway line on the other side。 There's a small town over there called。。。 er。。。' he coughed '。。。 Hope。 It's at the south end of the canyon； eh？； where the river broadens out and runs more slowly。 We're almost at that point now； as you'll see。 If you go to Hope； Montreal says； you will be in the area if there is any news。'
'How do I get there？' Mercer said。 'Is there a train back？'
George said； 'There is； yes； but only one a day。 It's the Super…continental。 It leaves Vancouver at four in the afternoon； passes through Hope at seven。'
'That's useless；' Mercer said。 'How far is it by road？'
'About a hundred and fifty kilometres。'
He reflected。 'I'll get a helicopter；' he said。
There was absolutely no point in being rich； I thought； if one didn't know how to use it。
The logistics of the return were making Mercer feel better； one could see。 George told him that the train we were on would speed up considerably once we were clear of the canyon； and that we'd be in Vancouver in two hours and a half。 They discussed how to engage a helicopter； Mercer already had a car meeting him at the station。 Nell said Merry & Co would arrange everything； as they had indeed already arranged the car。 No problem； if she could reach her office by telephone。 George shook his head He would relay the message by radio through Montreal。 He brought out a notepad to write down Merry & Go's number and the instruction 'Arrange helicopter； Nell will phone from Vancouver。'
'I'll phone from the train；' she said。
George stood up。 'I'll get moving then； Mr Lorrimore。 We'll do everything possible ' He looked big； awkward and unshaven； but Mercer had taken strength from him and was grateful。 'My sympathy；' George said； 'to Mrs Lorrimore。'
The tray of empty tea cups still lay where I'd left it on the coffee table。 I picked it up and asked if there was anything I could bring them； but Mercer shook his head。
'I'll e and find you；' Xanthe said； 'if they need anything。' She sounded petent and grown up； years older than at breakfast。 Nell gave her a swift sweet glance of appreciation； and she； George and I made our way back into the dome car； George hurrying off to his radio and Nell sighing heavily over what to say to the other passengers。
'It'll spoil the end of their trip；' she said。
'Try them。'
'You're cynical。'
'Pretty often。'
She shook her head as if I were a lost cause and went into the dining room with the bad news； which was predictably greeted with shock but no grief。
'Poor Xanthe；' Rose Young exclaimed； and Mrs Unwin said； 'Poor Bambi。' The sympathy stage lasted ten seconds。 The deliciously round…eyed 'isn't it dreadful' stage went on all morning。
Julius Apollo Filmer was no longer in the dining room and I wished he had been as I would like to have seen his reactions。 Chance would seem to have robbed him of his lever against Mercer； or would he reckon that Mercer would still sacrifice one horse to preserve the reputation of the dead。 Filmer could read it wrong； I thought。
There was a cocktail party scheduled for that evening in the Four Seasons Hotel for Vancouver's racing big…wigs to meet the owners； would it still be held； several anxiously asked。
'Certainly；' Nell answered robustly。 'The party and the race will go on。'
No one； not even I； was cynical enough to say； 'Sheridan would have wished it。'
I helped clear away the breakfast and wash the dishes and pack everything into boxes for sending back to the caterers in Toronto； and when we'd finished I found that Nell had collected gratuities from the passengers to give to the waiters； and Emil； Cathy and Oliver had split it four ways。 Emil put a bundle of notes into my hand； and he and the others were smiling。
'I can't take it；' I said。
Emil said； 'We know you aren't a waiter； and we know you aren't an actor； but you have worked for it It's yours。'
'And we know you've worked all morning although it's obvious you've hurt your arm；' Cathy said。 'I made it worse。。。 I'm real sorry。'
'And it would all have been very much harder work without you；' Oliver said。 'So we thought we'd like to give you a present。'
'And that's it；' Cathy added； pointing to the notes。
They waited expectantly； wanting my thanks。
'I。。。 er； I don't know。。。' I kissed Cathy suddenly； hugged her。 'All right。 I'll buy something to remember us by。 To remember the journey。 Thank you all very much。'
They laughed； pleased。 'It's been fun；' Cathy said； and Emil added ironically； 'But not every week。'
I shook Emil's hand； and Oliver's Kissed Cathy again。 Shook hands with Angus。 Was offered Simone's cheek for a peck。 I looked round at their faces； wanting to hold on to the memory。
'See you again；' I said； and they said； 'Yes；' and we all knew it was doubtful。 I went away along the swaying corridor； taking Tommy to extinction and； as often in the past； not looking back。 Too many regrets in looking back。
In the sleeping cars everyone was packing and holding impromptu parties in each other's rooms； walking in and out of the open doors。 Filmer's door was shut。
Nell was in her roomette； with the door open； packing。
'What's wrong with your arm？' she said； folding one of the straight skirts。
'Is it so obvious？'
'Most obvious when Cathy bumped into you with her tray。 The shock went right through you。'
'Yes； well； it's not serious。'
'I'll get you a doctor。'
'Don't be silly。'
'I suppose；' she said； 'Mercer won't run his horse now on Tuesday。 Such a shame。 That damned Sheridan。'
The biblical description； I thought； was accurate。
'Xanthe；' Nell said； putting the skirt in her suitcase； 'says you were kind to her at Lake Louise。 Did you really say something about the corruption of self…importance？ She said she learned a lot。'
'She grew up this morning；' I said。
'Yes； didn't she？'
'If we go to Hawaii；' I said； 'you can wear a sarong and a hibiscus behind your ear。'
She paused in the packing。 'They wouldn't really go；' she said judiciously； 'with a clipboard。'
George came out of his office and told her the cellular telephone was now working； if she wanted to make her calls； and I went into my roomette and changed out of uniform into Tommy's outdoor clothes； and packed everything away。 The train journey might be finished； I was thinking； but my real job wasn't。 There was much to be done。 Filmer might be sick； but it was sick sharks that attacked swimmers； and there could still be a dorsal fin unseen below the surface。
Nell came out of George's office and along to my door。 'No helicopter needed；' she said。 'They've found Sheridan already。'
'That was quick。'
'Apparently he fell on to a fish ladder。'
'You're kidding me。'
'No； actually。' She stifled a laugh； as improper to the occasion。 'George says the ladders are a sort of staircase hundreds of metres long that are built in the river because the salmon can't swim upstream to spawn against the strength of the water； because the water flows much faster that it used to because a huge rock…fall constricted it。'
'I'll believe it。' I said。
'Some men were working on the lower ladder；' she said； 'and
