From the aisle came the voice of the conductor. “Lunch! Lunch is now being served in the Dining Car! Lunch! Hear ye! Hear-”
Once more, the sound of a stampede was heard. The conductor leaped into Max’s and 99’s compartment, getting out of the way. A great mass of people suddenly galloped past the doorway. Then, just as abruptly, all became quiet once more-except for the sound of the dust settling.
“What was that!” Max asked the conductor.
“Just the folks going in to lunch,” he replied. “They all want to be first in line.”
“It looked like everybody on the train went past,” Max said.
“They did,” the conductor said. “I guess I better get up to the dining car and set the table.” He hurried out and then disappeared up the aisle.
“Well, now we know who the KAOS assassins are, 99,” Max said.
She looked puzzled. “We do, Max?”
“Of course. Didn’t you notice when that thundering herd went by that those big girls with those big muscles weren’t with them? That could mean only one thing!”
“That they were in the powder room when lunch was announced, you mean?”
“What I should have said, perhaps, is that it could mean only one of two things. The other one-the right one-is that they’re the KAOS assassins. Think about it, 99. Were those really big girls with big muscles, or were they actually big men with big muscles? Now, if they were men, isn’t it reasonable to assume that they’re the KAOS assassins in disguise?”
“I guess that is kind of reasonable to assume, Max,” 99 admitted. “But, frankly, they looked like girls to me.”
“99, I suspect I’ve had a great deal more experience at girl-watching than you. And I say they looked like men.”
“Max. . I’m hungry. Let’s go to lunch and argue about it.”
“Good idea.”
Max and 99 left the compartment and walked along the aisle in the direction the conductor had gone. When they reached the last car they saw the end of a line up ahead.
Max looked back. “I wonder where those men with the big muscles are?” he said, sounding a little worried. “If they’re KAOS assassins, they might be up to anything.”
Max and 99 got in line.
“My guess is, they’re girls and they’re on a diet and they’re skipping lunch,” 99 said.
“99, I think I know-”
The sound of marching was heard again.
“Here they come,” Max said, relieved.
A moment later, the burly girls marched into the car and got in line behind Max and 99.
“If those aren’t KAOS assassins in disguise,” Max whispered to 99, “my number isn’t 86. I’m going to try to get them to make a slip and reveal their true identities.” He then turned to the burly girl who was standing in line right behind him and who appeared to be the leader. “Well. . nice train ride we’re having,” he said cordially. “Which is quite a surprise, considering how crowded it is. You’d think there’d be chaos, eh?”
“Not for us,” the burly girl replied. “Everybody gets out of our way.”
“I see. Well, that means it’s chaos for everybody else, then, when you’re around. Is that right?”
The burly girl eyed him belligerently. “You trying to get fresh, puny?”
“Puny. Uh. . no, I was, uh, just, uh. . Well, uh, on your way to Miami Beach on vacation, are you?” Max asked.
“Business,” the leader of the burly girls replied. “We’re a team of lady wrestlers. We’re going down to Miami Beach to break some legs on some other lady wrestlers.”
Max faced back to 99. “A likely story,” he whispered. “They’re a team, all right-but a team of KAOS assassins, not a team of lady wrestlers.”
“Max. . they look like lady wrestlers,” 99 said.
“Of course. That’s the dead-giveaway. They wouldn’t look like assassins, would they? If they looked like assassins, we’d be able to spot them as assassins immediately. KAOS isn’t in the business of making things easy for Control, you know, 99. Now, watch this. With a couple deft verbal parries and thrusts, I’ll trick this assassin into revealing not only that he’s not a wrestler, but that also he’s not a lady.”
“Be careful, Max,” 99 said worriedly.
Max turned back to the leader of the burly girls. “Frankly,” he said, “I don’t happen to believe that you’re either a lady or-”
Max found himself sailing through the air, headed for the opposite end of the car. The burly girl, upon having her word questioned, had picked him up, held him over her head a moment, then sent him flying. A moment later, Max crashed against the door at the end of the car and with the usual thud, dropped to the floor.
“Max!” 99 cried, running to him. “Are you all right?”
Max shook his head groggily to clear his vision. “I probably won’t know whether I’m all right or not until after I see the X-rays,” he replied. “In the meantime, however, I think I’ve proved at least half of my suspicion. That fellow may be a wrestler, all right, but he’s certainly no lady!” With 99’s help, he got to his feet. “I think I’ll wait until after lunch before I prove the other half, though,” he said. “The next time I get thrown against that door, I want to have more padding inside me. I hope they’re serving something light and fluffy for lunch.”
Max and 99 returned to the line, which had become considerably shorter. As they approached, the burly girls steps back so that they could resume their place.
“No, you go ahead,” Max said to the burly girls. “You know the old saying: Lady wrestlers first, if you don’t want your arm twisted.”
The burly girls accepted Max’s gentlemanly gesture. One by one, they began entering the dining car. As the second from the last entered the car and the door closed behind her, Max turned to 99, looking puzzled. “Did you see that?” he said. “I caught a glimpse of the inside of the dining car when the door was open and it looked like a corn field.”
“Max, don’t be silly.”
“Just watch,” Max said.
The door to the dining car opened and the last of the burly girls entered. Then the door quickly closed.
“Max, you’re right!” 99 said. “Only it doesn’t look like a field of corn. It looks like a pasture-with Jersey cows!”
“99-I have a theory.”
“What is it, Max?”
“Do you suppose those cows ate that corn?”
“Max, I don’t think that’s the most important-”
“The sheep couldn’t have done it, you know. The sheep are in the meadow. It’s the cows who are always in the corn. At least, according to the story I heard. Remember that story, 99? The sheep are in the meadow, the cows are in the corn, Little Bo Peep is fast asleep under the curds and whey, while Jack be Nimble-”
“Max! The important thing is, I think we better find out what’s behind that door!”
“You’re probably right, 99,” Max replied. Cautiously, he got hold of the doorknob. “Stand back,” he said. “I’m going to open it.” He turned the knob, then pulled. But the door remained closed. “It won’t open,” Max reported, puzzled. He released the knob.
Just then, the door opened by itself. Instead of entering the dining car, though, Max — who was next in line-stayed where he was. He and 99 looked past the open doorway. What they saw, rather than the inside of a dining car, was scenery. A meadow, a farm house, then a pond flashed by. A moment later, the door closed automatically.
“That explains it!” 99 said, impressed.
“It certainly does,” Max nodded. He turned to 99. “You tell me your idea of how it explains it, then I’ll tell you mine,” he said.
“Don’t you see, Max? That door to the dining car is operated by some sort of electronic timer. It lets in one passenger at a time. But, actually, the door opens into space. The passengers didn’t enter a dining car, they stepped off the train-to their deaths!”