"Stand aside," said Clayton.
He went to work, peering, poking2, moving about the room and its bath like a professional. He found places to check which Kintyre would not have thought of in a week's hunt; and yet the broad ropy-veined hands, which had once wielded3 a shovel4, made little disarrangement.
Owens sat down, poured himself another drink, and sipped5 as if it were victory he tasted. Kintyre stood by the window sill, wrestling himself toward calm. He had not yet fully6 achieved it when Clayton said: "Not in here."
"Well," murmured Owens.
Clayton puffed7 blue smoke, sat down on the bed, and gave them both a quizzical glance. "I suppose an apology is in order," he said.
Owens waved his cigarette. "Look," he replied, giving it the complete treatment, "I've cooled off a bit myself. I can see how you were overwrought, Professor, from the death of your friend—and, to be sure, the loss of a valuable relic8 entrusted9 to you." Kintyre held his mouth stiff. "If you'll take this as a lesson, I for my part am willing to forget it."
"You might thank the man, Bob," added Clayton lightly.
"It's worth while reviewing the facts, though," went on Clayton. "Maybe between us we can figure who did swipe it."
"No students around," said Owens.
"True. But anybody could have lounged outside till Bob left and then walked up into his office, without much risk of being seen. Right?"
Kintyre nodded. His neck ached with tension.
"Okay." Clayton blew a smoke ring. "I guess we can rule out an ordinary thief. He wouldn't pick a college building. How about other people with offices there?"
Kintyre stirred. "Now, wait," he began.
Clayton waved him back. "Take it easy, Bob. Just for the record, is anybody but you working in that place between sessions?"
"Well, some," he forced himself to say. "It's a sizable department. And then the clerical staff, and janitors11. But for God's sake!"
"Their own office doors wouldn't be locked, though?"
"Hm? No, I suppose not. At least, a number wouldn't be. Even if they weren't in today, there'd be nothing to steal."
"Except manuscripts." Owens had been seated, listening with a tolerant smile. Now he said in a cool voice, "Not to follow the recent bad example of accusations12, but what is your alibi13, Kintyre?"
"Oh? I daresay there are other wealthy collectors besides Mr. Clayton. With your contacts, you could have learned who they are. Mind you, I don't charge you with anything, but—"
"Cut it out," interrupted Clayton. It was so cold a phrase that they both turned startled faces to him.
"I don't feel like hunting through a lot of rooms for it," said Clayton. "Which did you leave it in?"
"But—but—but—"
"Do I have to spell it out? It's plain to see, either you or Bob took the thing. Who the hell else is there? I credit Bob with brains enough to steal it more neatly18. Like setting an 'accidental' fire he could tell me burned it. You had to work fast, though. Play by ear. You grabbed it exactly as Bob thought. Only you realized he'd come back in a few minutes and go howling on your trail. What better way to throw him off it than to let him make a fool of himself before me—me, the owner, who's really got a right to blow his stack?"
Clayton stood over Owens with the big fists on his hips19, beating him about the head with words. "You left it in one of those empty offices, or maybe in the can. They won't lock the main entrance till five o'clock or so, I guess. You could have picked the thing up again at your convenience, when Bob had gone off with his tail between his legs. It was fun while it lasted, Jabez, but now suppose you tell me where that book is."
"I didn't!" screamed Owens.
"I don't want to press charges," said Clayton. "Tell me, and we'll call it quits. Otherwise we can all wait right here for the police."
Owens began to shake. Kintyre looked away, feeling a little sick himself. "All right," said Clayton and picked up the phone.
"No," whimpered Owens. "Don't."
"Well?" Clayton paused, one finger in a dial hole.
Owens got out a room number. "Under the desk," he added, and lowered his face into his hands.
"Can we check that from here?" asked Clayton.
Kintyre nodded, took the phone and called the department. He asked one of the girls to look, feeding her a story about having lent the volume out. Then he held the line and waited.
"Well," said Clayton. He drew on his cigar, relaxed visibly, and laughed. "Maybe I ought to set up as a private eye. Know any hard-boiled blondes?"
"Nice work," said Kintyre inadequately20. "Good Lord, if that book really had been lost!"
"It wouldn't have been your fault," said Clayton. "Forget it."
Kintyre looked down at a shuddering21 back. "It seems to be my turn now, Owens," he said. "No hard feelings. Va' tu con15 Dio."
"No," said Clayton. "I'm afraid not."
Kintyre stared up again, into the narrow face and the deeply ridged eyes. "I thought," he said, "I thought you wouldn't—"
"Prefer charges? Not about a lousy manuscript. My time's worth too much. But Bruce Lombardi was murdered, remember?"
"I hope so," said Clayton impersonally24. "But the fact remains25, Bruce was a threat to a fat piece of Hollywood cash."
"He was going to expose the Borgia fraud publicly, as well as in specialized26 journals," said Kintyre, not wanting to.
"That made it even more urgent," said Clayton. "If Bruce should die and the book disappear, I don't know who'd stand to benefit more than you."
Owens emitted a little moaning noise and shriveled back into the mask of his hands. "You see?" said Clayton.
"Wait," protested Kintyre. "I can't really believe he—"
"I'm open to proof," said Clayton.
Kintyre fell silent.
After a while the girl's voice said in the phone: "I found it, Dr. Kintyre. Right where you told me."
"Thanks a lot," he answered automatically. "Would you put it in the safe?" He nodded and hung up.
"Good," said Clayton. He spoke27 slowly and carefully to Owens' bent28 head: "We'll leave now. You stay around Berkeley for a while. I'm going to have to call your motive to the attention of the police, so if you left there'd probably be a warrant for you by tonight. But I won't say anything about your peccadillo29 this afternoon. And if you're innocent, I recommend that you start scrounging around for witnesses to where you were all weekend."
"Whoof!" said Kintyre when he was in the lobby. "I wouldn't like to go through that again."
"Nor I," said Clayton. "Let's have something wet."
They went into the coffee shop and ordered. Kintyre said: "Owens didn't do the murder. I doubt if he's capable of killing30 his own flies."
"Himself," said Clayton shortly. "He could have hired a torpedo31. He's got money enough. Not that killers32 come fabulously33 expensive."
Almost, Kintyre told him of last night. He stopped with the words at his teeth. After this hour's performance, it seemed too probable that Clayton would insist on telling the San Francisco authorities about Larkin, on the instant, and the consequences to Guido (and thereby34 to Guido's parents and Corinna) go hang.
As far as that goes, I suppose I've made myself an accessory after the fact or something.
They remained in a companionable silence until the coffee had arrived. It was refreshing35 to know an unfrantic businessman; but then, Clayton had acquired a lot of European traits.
The importer asked suddenly: "Have you seen Miss Towne?"
"Not today," said Kintyre, surprised.
"Were you planning to?"
"Why—yes. I thought I'd drop around this afternoon. She told me she didn't feel up to working for the rest of this week."
"It might be better if she did," said Clayton. "She'll sit at home and grieve, or go out and laugh more than she means. Drinking too much in either case."
"You seem to know her pretty well," said Kintyre. He felt a bit annoyed, he didn't know why.
"I met her a few times is all. But she's pretty transparent36, under all that careful sophistication, isn't she?" Clayton stirred his coffee, focusing on the spoon as if it were some precision instrument. "A good kid."
"She's all right," said Kintyre.
"I suppose you feel an obligation toward her?"
Kintyre bridled37. "I didn't mean to keyhole," said Clayton hurriedly. "I just couldn't help wondering what'll become of her. Somebody has to help her over the hump. She'll never make it alone."
Against his own principles of respect for privacy, Kintyre found himself speculating. Where had Clayton picked up such intuitions? His first wife, whom he had loved, seemed by his few chance remarks and his Who's Who biography to have been the conventional helpmeet of a conventional young man in the thirties: grocery clerk, salesman, pitchforked down by the Depression, up again via WPA to construction foreman to warehouse38 foreman to minor39 executive. Finally she got tuberculosis40, with complications, and took a couple of years to die. The medical bills ruined him; he parked the three children with relatives for years. Afterward41, on the way up once more in the defense42 boom and the early war boom, he married the boss's daughter. He got to be general superintendent43 of an aircraft plant before he learned what a bitch she was. The divorce cost him that job and his savings44. He applied45 for an Army commission and got one in 1943.
Kintyre knew little else; his information was only the gossip one is bound to encounter. Clayton had been a fairly large figure in Italy when Kintyre went over for the second time.
"I asked if you wanted to take her out tonight," repeated Clayton.
"Uh—"
"Somebody ought to." As if he had heard Kintyre's thoughts, Clayton said with an enormous gentleness: "She reminds me a lot of my daughter."
Clayton had never had any great chance to be a father, reflected Kintyre. After the war, his kids ended up in exclusive boarding schools while Dad was overseas reaping the money to keep them there. Now they were grown. The girl had been graduated last year and was still making her Grand Tour. Clayton sometimes bragged47 about her, in clumsy generalities: he scarcely knew her as a person. The second son was also worth a cautious boast or two, apparently48 a solid-citizen type, an engineer; he and his father doubtless exchanged very dutiful letters. The older boy, you didn't hear much about. You got an impression of a sinecure49 in the firm's New York office and divorce number three currently going through the mill.
Kintyre wondered, suddenly, if he had ever known anyone more alone than Clayton.
It came to him that an answer was expected. "No," he said, "I have another engagement this evening."
"Not one you could break? She does need help."
"So does Miss Lombardi. Bruce's sister. I have some news for her that could make a big difference."
Clayton paused a moment. Then he grinned. "Well, in that case," he said, "d'you mind if I squire50 Miss Towne?"
Kintyre looked up, startled. He had been slipping into a mood of utter oleaginous sentimentalism. Pity Clayton? The hell! You wouldn't think the man was past forty. He sat there with more life in his eyes than two buccaneer captains.
"Good heavens, no," exclaimed Kintyre. "Why ever should I?"
Margery could do a lot worse, he thought. He knew his eagerness was chiefly to get rid of whatever responsibility he bore for her. Nevertheless—A lot worse!
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