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IthadbeentheirbadluckthatbythemerestchanceIhadleftthedenuntillast.
Yoladisconnected,andafterthetwentysecondsgaponthetape,UncleBarkcalledupMattfromthedownstairstelephone.Matt'scommentsweremostlyinaudiblethoughdetectablyexplosive.Heagreedtogotothehouse,butnothingOffensaidgaveanyclueastowhereMattwasatthatmoment.Itappearedonlythathewa.s.somewherewithinareasonableradiusofLasVegas,ashewasgoingtobeabletodrivethere,seetothingsatthehouse,andgetbackintimetofeedthehorsesintheevening:whichnarroweditdowntosomewhereinanareaofroughlyahundredandfiftythousandsquaremiles.Apockethandkerchief.
Abrieftelephoneconversationofnointerestfollowedandthen,presumablyintheafternoon,Offenhadswitchedonhistelevisionsettowatcharacingprogramme.AsfarasIcouldtellfromspotchecks,ithadusedupthewholeoftherestofthefour-hourplayingtime.
Sighing,Iswitchedoff,andwentdownstairs.LynnieandEunice,dressedindazzlingcolours,weredrinkingdaiquirisandwatchingthePacificsunset.Igotanothercoolwelcomeandmonosyllabicreplytomyenquiriesabouttheirday.
FinallyEunicesaiddistantly,'DidyouhaveagoodtimeinSanFrancisco?'
Iblinked.'Yes,thankyou.'
TheyrelapsedintoalongersilencewhichwasbrokenonlybyawaitercomingtotellmeIwaswantedonthetelephone.
ItwasWalt.
'Whereareyou?'Isaid.
'LasVegasairport.'
'Howdiditgo?'
'Youcanrelax,'hesaidcomfortably.'ThehorsesareonasmallfarminavalleyinArizona,outbeyondKingman.WelandedthereandIaskedaroundsome.Seemsthecouplewhoownthefarmdon'tmakemuchofaliving,butlastweektheysaidafriendwasgivingthematriptoMiami,andayoungfellowwouldbelookingaftertheplacewhiletheywereaway.'
'That'sgreat,'Isaidwithemphasis.
'Thepaintmadeiteasy.Weheardhimyellingbluemurderwhenhesawit,butIguessithaddriedonbythenandhecouldn'tget.i.toff,becauseitwaswaypastmidday,andI'dbeguntoworrythathe'dgonealreadyandwehadn'theardhimorthatthey'dpickedyouupplantingthebug...anyway,wetookoffwhenhisenginestarted,andtheyellowsplashwaseasytoseefromaheight,justasyousaid.HewentrightthroughLasVegasandoutontotheHooverDamroadandacrossintoArizona.Ikeptthebinocularsonhimandweneverflewnearenoughforhimtonoticeus,I'mcertainofthat.Hewentupawindinggradedroadintothehillssouth-eastofKing-man,andthatwasit.'
'You'vedonemarvels.'
'Oh,sure.Itwa.s.simplerthanwewerepreparedfor,though.Youcouldhearthebugprettyclearlythroughthehelicopter'sheadsetsas.h.i.+ghastwothousandfeet,andwecouldhavefollowedhiminthedarkifwe'dhadto,especiallyashehadhisradioonformostoftheway.Wecouldhearmusicandnewsbroadcastsnowandthen.'
'Areyoucomingbacktonight?'
'Yeah,there'saplaneinahalfhourfromnow.But.i.t'llbebetterthanmidnightwhenIgetin.'
'I'llbeawake,'Isaid.'Andjustbytheway,Walt,whatdidyoutellEuniceandLynnieIwasdoinginSanFrancisco?'
Heclearedhisthroat.'Isaidyouhadsomeunfinishedbusinessthere.'
'Whatsortofbusiness?'
'Uh...like...er...female.'
'Thanks,'Isaidsarcastically.'You'rearightpal.'
SomethingverylikealaughlingeredinmyearasIdisconnected.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN.
LynnieandEunicetalkedbrightlytoeachotheroverdinnerandIsatmakingplansforthenextdayanddidn'tlisten.Politelyaftercoffeewepartedforthenight,andatelevenIdroveouttoOrpheuswithafreshreelforthereceiverintherocks,andbroughtbacktheoneIhadfittedearlier.
WaltcamebackintomyroomasIwasrunningitthrough,andwebothlistenedtoCulhamJamesOffentalkingtoMattandthentoYola.
Yolawasabetterbetfromourpointofview,becauseherangryfemininevoicescatteredhighersoundwavesoutofthereceiver,andonecouldimagineUncleBarkholdingitinchesawayoutofdeferencetohiseardrums.
Hewasdoinghisbesttosootheher.'Mattsaysitcouldhavebeenworse;someofthesevandalshavethrownmola.s.sesandpreservesandevensewagearoundinpeople'shouses...'
'Hesaysthewholeplaceiscoveredinflour...it'lltakeweekstoclearup.'
'It'llvacuumquiteeasily,won't.i.t?It'snotstickyanditdoesn'tstain.'
Butshecouldn'tbeconsoled,evenwhenheremindedherthatthemoneywa.s.safe,andthatherminkwraphadn'tbeenstolen.
'ButMattsays,'shewailed,'that.i.twaswhite.'
'Flourwillshakeout...andmightevencleanit.'
'Youdon'tunderstand.'
'SureIdo,Yola,'hesaidpatiently.'Youfeellikeitwasyouwhowasa.s.saulted,notyourhouse.Youfeeldirtyandfuriousandyou'dliketokicktheb.a.s.t.a.r.dswhodidit.Sure,Iknow.Wehadthievesinhereonce,whenyourAuntEllenwasalive.Theystoleallherrings,andshesaiditwaslikebeingraped.'
Theytalkedaboutthebreak-inforagoodwhilelonger,andWaltraisedaneyebrowandremaikedthatIseemedtohavegottenreasonablerevengeforthatclaponthehead.
WewerebothyawningbythetimeOffenwasthroughfortheevening.Thelasthalfhourconsistedofhimtellinghishouseboyhisplansandrequirements,andnoneofthesebetrayedanyanxietyoruncertainty.CulhamJameswasconfident,andIwasgladofit.Worriedmenpatroltheirdefences.
Waltwentofftobed,andalthoughIhadn'tsleptatallthepreviousnightIwokeagainafteronlythreehours.Thecolouredlightsontheoutsideofthemotelthrewprismaticreflectionsontheceiling.Istaredupatthem,tryingtomakepatternsandshapes,tryinganysillyrusetostopmymindfromnose-divingintothepit.Thetugoftheunfinishedchasewasveryfaint,andwhetherAllyxandShowmaneversiredanotherfoalseemedamatterofsupremeunimportance.Fraud,theft,attemptedmurder...whocared?
IhadlefttheLugerinitsbeltholsteracrosstheroomonachair.NeithertheClivesnorOffenwerelikelytocomecreepingthroughthenighttodomein,andmyusualenemiesweresixthousandmilestotheeast.Theonlydangerlayinmyself,thedeadliestenemyofthelot.Thetheorythatgoingtobedwiththegunoutofreachwouldlessenitsmagnetictemptationwasprovingadrearyflop.
Onemoreday,Ithoughtintheend.Anyonecouldmanagejustonemoreday.Ifyousaidthatfirmlyenougheverynight,onemightevenfinishthecourse.
Dawncreptuponthecolouredbulbsandwashedthemout.Itookashowerandshaved,andadmittedthatIhadseenhealthierlookingmenthantheoneinmyreflection.
WaltcamealongtomyroomwhenIwasmidwaythroughorangejuiceandcoffeeateight-thirty.'Whatyouneed,'hesaid,eyeingthis,'issomegoodsolidfood.'
'Idon'tfeelhungry.'
Hiseyesslidtomyfaceandaway.'Comeondownandeatwithme.'
Ishookmyhead.'I'llwaitforyou.'
Hewouldn'tgoalone.Heorderedhot-cakesandeggsandcoffeefromroomservice,andwegotstraightdowntobusinesswhilehedemolishedthem.
'It'lltaketwoandahalfdaysforSamHengelmantogettoKingman,'Isaid.
Henoddedwithhismouthfull.
'Hewa.s.startingearlythismorning,'Iwenton,'Icalledhimlastnight,afteryou'dbeenthroughfromLasVegas.He'sdrivingthevanhimself,andhe'scomingalone.Thatmeans.h.i.+sjourneytimewillbelonger,but.i.tseemedbetterthatwayfromthesecrecypointofview.'
'Didyoutellhimitwasanothers.n.a.t.c.h?'Waltsaiddoubtfully.
Ismiled.'IengagedhimtocomeandcollectahorsebelongingtoDaveTeller.Heaskedifwewerelikelytobecollectingthisoneinalonelyplaceatnight,andIsaidyes,weprobablywould.'
'Andhedidn'tbackout?'
'HemerelyremarkedthathehadnogreatobjectiontoaneasybuckifIwoulda.s.surehimhecouldn'tgotojailforit.'
Waltwipederranteggoffhischin.'Andcouldhe?'
'Icouldn'ttellhimitwasimpossible.Oddsofathousandtoone,Isaid.Hesaidathousandbucksagainstonechanceofgoingtojailwasn'tenough.'
Waltlaughed.'Sohowmuchishecomingfor?'
'Fifteenhundred,pl.u.s.thenormalhiringfee,plus.e.xpenses.'
'Notbadforoneweek'swork.'Hepaused,stirringsugar,thensaidtentatively,'Whatdoyougetoutofthisyourself?'
'Me?'Isaidinsurprise.'I'venoidea.ThreeweeksheatwaveinsteadoftheEnglishsummer...'
'Didn'tyounegotiateafee?'
'No.'
'Howcome?'
Ttdidn'toccurtome.'
Hisfacecrinkledintoamixtureofemotionswithwhatappearedtobeamazementandpitycomingoutontop.
'Howaboutyou?'Isaid.
'I'mnotonvacation,'hepointedout.'Igetaprettygoodsalary,andalsoacutofeverythingIsavethecompany.'
'SoChrysalishasbeenworththeextrawork?'
'Atamillionandahalf,areyoukidding?'Waltlookedatmeearnestly.'Look,Gene,I'mgoingtogiveyouonehalfofthatcut...'
'No,'Isaid,interrupting.'Idon'twant.i.t.'
'YouknowdarnedwellIwouldn'thavefoundthathorse,notinamillionyears.Norgothimbackalivesoquickly.Andasfortheseothertwo...'
'Youkeepitforyourkids,'Isaid,'b.u.t.thanks,anyway.'
Hewouldhavegoneoninsisting,butIwouldn'tlisten,andaftertwoattemptshegaveitup.Inthebackofmymind,asIoutlinedwhatIsuggestedweshoulddonext,therelingeredabittersuspicionthatIhadn'tacceptedhisgiftbecauseitwouldbeaselfishwasteifIdidn'tstickaroundtospendit.Ihadrejectedanystringsofconsciencetyingmetolife.Thedeath-seekingforcewasuptoanotherofitstricks.
'Apincermovement,Ithink,'Isaid.'Orrather,asimultaneousattackontwofronts.'
'Huh?'
'KeepCulhamJamesOffen'sattentionrivetedontheMoviemakerandCentigradehehasonhisfarmwhilewespiritawaytheothers.'
'Er,quite,'Waltagreed.
'YoucantakeOffen,'Isaid.
'Andyoutakethehorses?'
Inodded.Waltconsideredwhatmighthappenifweexchangedroles,anddidn'targue.
'WhatarethechancesoffindingoutwhichcompanyMattinsurestheLasVegashousewith?'
Waltthoughtabout.i.t.'Ouragenttheremightbeableto.Butwhy?'
'I...er...wouldrathertakethosehorseswhenIknowMattissafelyaway.'
Waltsmiled.
'So,'Iwenton,'itshouldn'tbetoodifficulttogethimtogobacktothehouseonPitts.Sayforinstancehisinsurancecompanyrequiredhimtomakeaninspectionofhissecurityarrangementsandsignsomedoc.u.mentorother,beforetheywouldrenewfullcover?WeknowfromthetelephonecallstoOffenthatMattandYolahaveasafeinthedenwithalotofmoneyinit.Mattwon'twanttobeuninsuredformorethanaminute,afterhavingonebreak-inalready.'
'Wecouldn'taskhiscompanytodothat...'Waltpausedandlookedatmewithsuspicion.
'Quiteright,'Inodded.'Youcan.Youknowallthejargon.a.s.soonaswehearfromSamHengelmanthathehasreachedtheArizonaborder,youcanstartthespielonMatt.'
'Fromhere?'
'Yes.Askhimwhattimewouldbeconvenientforhim,b.u.t.trytomanoeuvrehimintocominglateintheafternoonorearlyevening,saysixorseven.Thenitwouldbedarkwhenhegothome,andlate,whichshouldhamperhimabitwhenhefindsthehorsesaregone...hemightevenstopoffinLasVegasforacoupleofhoursatthetables.'
Waltsaidthoughtfully,'IreckonI'dbettergotothehouseonPittsvilleandmeethim.'
'No,'Isaidabruptly.
Helookedatme.'You'dthoughtofit?'
'YouarenotgoinganywherenearMattClive.'
'Andwhynot?'
'Youwantasplitskullorsomething?'
'Likewebbedfeet.'Thesmilehovered.'Allthesame,whatisMattgoingtodowhenhearrivesathishouseandnoinsurancemanturnsup?Whatwouldyoudo?Callthecompany,Iguess.Andthenwhat?Hediscoversnooneinthecompanyknowsanythingabouthimhavingtocomebacktothehouse,andhestartsthinkinglikecrazy.AndifIwerehimI'dcallthelocalcopsandgetthemwhizzingouttothefarmforalook-see.Youdidn'tseetheroadtherefromKingman.ButIdid.Therearenoturningsoffitforthelasttenmilestothefarm.Whatifyoumetthecopsheadon,youandSamHengelmanandtwostolenhorses?'
'Hewouldn'triskcallingincops.'