“Since you’re on duty, Sergeant, I suppose I can’t offer you a drink?” Debbie said, almost coquettishly.
“You can offer, and I appreciate your offer, but you’re right, I’m on the job. Unlike my colleague from the private sector here, we have our standing orders about drinking on duty. But thank-you just the same. Frankly, on a hot night like this, I could use a cold beer the same as anybody.”
The phone rang at that moment, and it came so quickly on Pete’s heels that the two events seemed to have happened together. Debbie caught the phone in the kitchen and came back to announce that it was for Staff Sergeant Staziak. Sid muttered something about Pete being well organized as Staziak bowed out of the living-room and out of sight. While he was gone, the doorbell rang its version of the Westminster chimes again, and Rabbi Meltzer and Mr. Tepperman came into the vestibule without waiting for the door to be answered. “Rabbi Meltzer! Oh, it’s good of you to come. How are you, Saul?” said Debbie, the perfect surprised hostess.
“We thought,” Saul Tepperman said, clearing his throat, “that we’d just drop around for a minute to pay our respects. I had an idea you’d all be over here for the minyan anyway.” He went over to Ruth and shook her by the hand and brushed a kiss on her passing cheek. Debbie made a round of introductions, and repeated them again when Pete rejoined us from the kitchen. Saul hadn’t met him before and clasped his hand warmly in a manner that seemed to say I hope we never have to do this again. Both Saul and the rabbi seemed curious about Sid’s live-in friend. They looked at her as though they thought they might catch a glimpse of walking, breathing, palpitating evil on the hoof just by being in the same room with Pia Morley. They were both of them smiling with a brightness that made their teeth look like dentures.
“Benny here,” Debbie said, with a sweep of her arm to let the uninitiated know whom she was talking about, “was just giving us a review of his findings over the past two weeks.”
“It only seems that long. I came into this exactly a week ago.”
“Benny has been a great help to us on this case,” Pete said. It was Pete the friend talking, putting in a good word for me with my people. I felt like the owner of a restaurant who had been mistaken for a waiter and given a tip. But he was right, I had been a big help to Niagara Regional, and now that Pete had said it that way, nobody would ever believe it. Pete was a clever son of bitch.
Debbie tried to make people comfortable. Sid brought in chairs from the dining-room, like we were about to hear a lieder recital. Pia tried to catch up with the drinks. Debbie shouted that there was lots of ice in the fridge under the bar. I held on to my coffee. It was cold by now but I was sure there wouldn’t be fresh for some time to come.
Just when we were all settled, the door-chime sounded again. Sid went, and returned looking annoyed and at me. “There’s a guy at the door asking for you, Cooperman. He looks like a rummy of some kind. Should I get rid of him?”
“That will be Victor Kogan. He’s the witness that Pete Staziak was talking about. He’s the man who just phoned.” I got up and brought a reluctant Kogan into the room and made a stab at the introductions all over again. As a matter of fact, I was getting good at it. Kogan acted like he was at his favourite intersection. He greeted Sid like they were regular acquaintances. Pete smiled, so there was nothing the women could do. Why is it that a guy like Kogan seems to undermine the structure of our society? He doesn’t say you can never sell another raffle ticket on a car again, he doesn’t preach that our values are up the chimney. But Ruth, Pia and Debbie behaved as though he had just climbed off the soap box.
“I done like you told me, Mr. Cooperman, Kogan said, sitting down on an expanse of light-coloured chintz between two of the women. “I phoned as soon as I could afterwards.”
“I should explain,” I said. “We have been running a little test on all of you, or at least some of you. Rabbi and Mr. Tepperman, you arrived after I had thrown out the bait.”
“Mr. Cooperman, this happens to be a house of mourning. Let me remind you we are sitting shiva. I’m shocked and disgusted by your boorish insensitivity. There have been two deaths in this family!” Debbie looked her best when she was playing the watch-dog for her sister. I remembered the skirmishes of our first meetings.
“We all appreciate the situation, Mrs. Geller, and nobody’s trying to make it into a three-ring circus. But, I admit, we did engage in a simple stratagem.” Ruth looked stunned and glanced at her sister, Debbie moved closer to Ruth, Pia held on to Sid’s arm. Sid looked like he wasn’t sure whether to sock me or shut up and listen. “A couple of days ago, I blundered into the office that Larry used to keep the papers he required for the complicated scam he was operating within the Jewish community. That was where he kept his books, and where he organized the escape route for himself and his girl-friend.
“One of the things I found, was the burned fragment of a bag that had contained diamonds. So I knew the form the loot Larry had acquired had taken. He could have gone for negotiable bonds, gold certificates, that sort of thing. But his way was diamonds, and it’s as good a way as any. Any jeweller around the world will give you a fair price for a good diamond with a clear pedigree. The other thing I found was that Larry’s phone had a built-in memory. When I phoned out using the redial button, I got his wife. Now, what could be more natural than that? Husband phones home to say that he’ll be held up, or that he’ll be right there. The trouble is we know that for the last couple of months, Larry never phoned home. All messages to Ruth were relayed through Rose Craig, Larry’s legal secretary. Still, when I used the phone, I got Ruth. I didn’t tell her where I was calling from of course, but I’m sure that she’ll remember our conversation.” Eyes were to Ruth, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, her back very straight and her thin fingers entwined around one another.
“Ye,s I think I remember the call you mean. We talked about Nathan, who’d called you in the middle of the night.”
“That’s right,” I said. “Ruth, how do you account for the fact that the memory on that phone got you?”
“Well, I think I can …”
“Just one minute, Mr. Cooperman,” Pia said, “are you saying that the centre of this case is in the memory of the telephone in Larry’s secret office?”
“I guess I’m saying that. Or at least that’s part of what I’m saying.”
“Well, I for one would like to see this telephone for myself.” I glanced at Pete, who shrugged his shoulders.
“We can go there, sure,” he said. “Even if we walk, it won’t take us more than a few minutes.” I looked at Debbie, who looked at her sister, who began to get to her feet. Rabbi Meltzer looked at Saul Tepperman for guidance. They were the last to get up.
“This is very exciting,” the rabbi said perhaps a little more loudly than he’d intended.
It only took about eight minutes to walk up Francis to Welland Avenue, along Welland Avenue for a block, then down Woodland to the office building at number 44. Kogan had my keys, so he opened the front door and led the way up the front stairs and along the corridor to the rear of the building, where he unlocked to door. The nine of us moved into the small room, which didn’t get any larger when the lights were turned on. All eyes went around the office, each pair finding the headland it needed to make sense of the scene. When they had finished with the filing cabinet, the chairs, the desk and the waste-paper basket with the scorch marks, they settled on the telephone in the middle of the desk. “It’s one of those cheap Formosa jobs,” Sid said, as though he expected more from an important clue in a human drama like this. “Well,” he went on, “let’s see where it takes us.” He looked around for volunteers. “Who wants to see where this thing takes us? Pia?”