now occupied a small room just beyond his office, and it immediately fascinated all his male visitors, especially Rupert, the younger associate from his old law firm, who occasionally stopped by for advice on dealing with some of Jeremy’s previous clients that he’d gradually been handing over to Rupert. When I entered the “train room” at the end of one particular day, I discovered that Jeremy was allowing Rupert to operate the switches for the inaugural run that sent the trains chugging. I couldn’t believe the elaborate network of tracks now snaking around the room on numerous tables, raised platforms and the floor itself. I loved the wonderful vintage replicas of old-fashioned railroad cars, including Pullmans, Wagon-Lits, other Orient Express trains—all choo-chooing and whoo-whooing with mournful and wistful whistles. And some cars even had little wooden figures of passengers who were sitting up eating their dinner in the dining car, or lying down in pajamas in sleeping cars.
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