youâve got an excuse, but OâGilroy didnât need telling. âThere shouldbe a second carriage attached, but itâs gone off somewhere. Does it,â he asked Dahlmann, to hold him in place, âhave a kitchen, too?â
âNaturally. And also a boiler and generator ââ he nodded at some dead table lamps which Ranklin hadnât realised were electric ââ and baggage space and a cabin for the staff. Your servant must move in there tomorrow.â
âSplendid. And whatâs the plan, then?â Snaipe could show that much curiosity.
âTomorrow, perhaps later tonight â we must find a train to be attached to, or an engine â we go south to Basle, then to Friedrichshafen, to meet the ferry of Lady Kelso who comes from Romanshorn. Then, I do not know for sure yet. The telegraph . . .â He nodded at the outside world, where others must be taking decisions. Nods, brief and sharp, were part of Dahlmannâs vocabulary, gestures were not.
OâGilroy came back with a stone jar of pickled herring and half a coffee cake. âAnd thereâs drinks of all sorts, sir. I canât be reading the labels, but from the smell I can do yez a whisky.â
âWhisky would be splendid,â Ranklin murmured, deciding against herring at one in the morning. âOh, and weâre going to have to share a compartment tonight. I trust you donât snore.â
âLiving single, nobodyâs ever told me, sir,â OâGilroy said mournfully.
OâGilroy insisted on clearing up all the cups, glasses and so forth and washing them in the toilet hand-basin â which gave him the run of the whole carriage while Ranklin and Dahlmann chatted between long silences. The banker wasnât probing and Snaipe wasnât the inquisitive type, so not much got said. Ranklin and OâGilroy went to bed about half past one.
The walls of sleeping compartments can be deceptively thin â though these seemed more solid than usual â and they kept their voices down.
âDahlmannâs in the one next to the room ye was in,â OâGilroy reported, âand some railway feller between this and that, then the last oneâs empty. Thereâs no papers in the diningroom âcept some railway maps in German, but thereâs a small safe. Locked. Ye canât say easy how big a safe is from the outside, but I wouldnât be thinking it could hold that much gold. Ye said âbout a foot square?â
âThe India Office did.â They sat on the bottom bunk measuring small cubes in the air like modest anglers talking about the ones that got away.
OâGilroy shook his head. âNot that big.â
âMaybe itâs in the detached carriage. Or itâll come aboard later. Has the safe got a combination lock?â
âIt has. How much did ye learn about them?â
âLittle enough. But if I get a chance, Iâll try my luck.â But even if the gold were there, what could he do about it? He hadnât got any lead to substitute: he reckoned heâd need at least a tenth of the total weight, which meant explaining away over thirty pounds of lead if his baggage got searched.
Still, it would be progress of a sort to find the gold was actually on the train.
* * *
Some time in the night â call it three in morning since the middle of the night is always three in the morning â Ranklin heard somebody clump down the corridor and start banging around in the next compartment. He had just dozed off again when, at another three in the morning, an engine or train backed into them with a jolt, paused for an interval of shouting, and jerked them â temporarily â into motion.
He lost count of the threes in the morning after that, but at the last one he realised they were rumbling along steadily if not fast. When he next woke they were stopped again, light was seeping past the blind and OâGilroy was