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There
was
a
moment
’
s
pause
;
in
a
lighted
room
,
it
would
have
been
the
contest
of
two
men
holding
each
other
’
s
eyes
;
here
,
they
were
merely
looking
at
each
other
’
s
eye
sockets
.
Then
Larkin
picked
up
his
glass
.
"
It
’
s
my
party
,
boys
,
"
said
Taggart
,
as
they
drank
.
Nobody
found
anything
else
to
say
,
until
Boyle
spoke
up
with
indifferent
curiosity
.
"
Say
,
Jim
,
I
meant
to
ask
you
,
what
in
hell
’
s
the
matter
with
your
train
service
down
on
the
San
Sebastián
Line
?
"
"
Why
,
what
do
you
mean
?
What
is
the
matter
with
it
?
"
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
running
just
one
passenger
train
a
day
is
—
"
"
One
train
?
"
"
—
is
pretty
measly
service
,
it
seems
to
me
,
and
what
a
train
!
You
must
have
inherited
those
coaches
from
your
great
-
grandfather
,
and
he
must
have
used
them
pretty
hard
.
And
where
on
earth
did
you
get
that
wood
-
burning
locomotive
?
"
"
Wood
-
burning
?
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
said
,
wood
-
burning
.
I
never
saw
one
before
,
except
in
photographs
.
What
museum
did
you
drag
it
out
of
?
Now
don
’
t
act
as
if
you
didn
’
t
know
it
,
just
tell
me
what
’
s
the
gag
?
"
