The first piece of business was to clear the room by asking Elder and Peg to give us some time together. Peg went behind a towel hung in a corner and changed, while the four of us said nothing.
Peg smiled at me on the way out, and as soon as the door closed, Gunther, seated on the bed so his feet would touch the floor, said, “You suspect her of something?”
“No,” I told him. “Just want to be sure.”
Gunther nodded in agreement. He wore a beautiful little chesterfield coat.
Jeremy Butler pulled out one of the chairs at the table with a lobster hand and sat carefully. The chair didn’t break. He unbuttoned his flannel jacket and looked at me.
“Been brushing your teeth?” asked Shelly.
“Shel, what are you doing here? I called Jeremy and Gunther.”
“I ran into Jeremy, and he told me you needed help,” said Shelly, removing his cigar to examine the end. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he almost poked himself in the eye with the cigar stub to keep them from dropping. “Besides, they needed a car.”
Shelly’s 1937 Ford was as filthy as his 1914 office, but it ran and defied reason by never causing him trouble in spite of his neglect.
“I’m sorry, Toby,” Jeremy began.
“OK,” I said with my hand up. “Shelly can help. We’ve got a murder or two here, animals, people, and maybe more to come. The local police think I did it, and if they get their hands on me, I will probably lose my hands. So we’ve got to find the killer and protect the circus, and we’ve got to do it fast before there are no more performers to protect. Oh, yes, we’ve also got a runaway elephant.”
“Proceed,” said Gunther calmly, and I proceeded. I told them the whole story. Jeremy and Gunther sat quietly, listening. Shelly was soon floating somewhere, thinking of cavities.
“So,” said Gunther, “it seems an easy process. We list everyone who stood in the tent when the unfortunate Mr. Tanucci died. We then make that list smaller if we can.”
“The killer already has made it smaller,” Shelly said with a satisfied grin.
“How did you get Mildred to let you go?”
“I told her you needed my help.”
“Mildred would gladly see me turned over to the Japanese,” I told him.
“You wrong my Mildred,” countered Shelly.
“Toby,” said Gunther softly. “May I continue?”
I apologized, and he continued. “We may, for the moment, assume that the Tanuccis are not responsible for the murder of their own clan. This may turn out to be a false assumption, but given our group size …”
“Reasonable,” agreed Jeremy.
“We eliminate Toby,” Gunther went on. “May we eliminate the doctor? He is quite old, yes?”
“Probably,” I said. “It would take a quick hand to cut that harness and someone with a steady hand to gun down Rennata so neatly on the beach.”
“Good,” continued Gunther. “We then have Mr. Elder, who you were talking to, which eliminates him….”
“From stealing the harness,” Jeremy said quickly. “He might have an accomplice.”
My chest thumped. Peg might be such an accomplice. “Maybe,” I agreed.
“Now, we eliminate you,” added Gunther, “and may I assume we eliminate Alfred Hitchcock?”
“No,” shouted Shelly, leaping to his feet and pointing his cigar at me. “Movie directors can be killers.”
“Shelly,” I said in exasperation, “why would Alfred Hitchcock be killing people and elephants in the circus?”
“Material for movies,” he said triumphantly. He began to pace the small floor while presenting his theory. “Movie director goes crazy. Can’t think of stories for his movies. Maybe he was scared by a clown or a wombat when he was a kid.”
“What the hell is a wombat?” I said.
“Marsupial,” explained Gunther, “large, rodent appearance. Native, I believe, to Tasmania.”
“What the hell has a wombat got to do with this case?” I said.
“Hitchcock may have …”
“Hitchcock, hell. Shel, just stand still and let Gunther finish.”
Shelly went back to his chair, folded his arms, and pouted while Gunther continued. “Therefore, our most likely suspects are Henry, the animal keeper; Agnes Sudds, the serpent lady, and Thomas Paul, the curious double-faced man for whom you have no affection.”
It sounded reasonable to me.
“Therefore, if we also eliminate Emmett Kelly,” continued Gunther, “it would be best to use our resources in watching the three prime suspects rather than trying to anticipate potential victims.”
It sounded perfectly good to me, which made me wonder for a few seconds why I hadn’t thought of it, but only for a few seconds. I hadn’t thought of it for just that reason-it was reasonable. I was not used to operating from reason.
“It has problems,” said Jeremy Butler, “but it seems the most reasonable to me too.”
“I’m sorry to bring you down here,” I said. “Thanks for the help.”
“I welcome the chance to see the circus,” said Jeremy, standing and examining Peg’s posters. “I’ll get a sense of it, perhaps already have, for my life poem. The elephants’ ears like huge leaves. The burning smell of animal life.”
“That’s donkey piss,” explained Shelley.
“Thanks, Shel.”
Shelly looked satisfied.
I got up slowly. A debate then began over how to treat my once again sore back. Shelly had his pain pills and Jeremy his experience. The back wasn’t bad enough for both yet, so I went with Jeremy’s treatment. I got on my stomach and let him work with his powerful grip. A second of pain and then the relief, not perfect but much better.
I deployed the troops by assigning Shelly to Henry Brain-feeble Yew, assuming Henry was the only one Shelly could watch without being spotted unless Henry was putting on an act. Gunther I sent to Agnes Sudds and the slithering Abdul, and Jeremy to Thomas Paul, should the creature show up as he had promised. I would stay with Peg and try to keep an eye on Elder. It seemed reasonable. We called Elder in to help us find our suspects.
“Don’t I know you?” Elder said to Gunther as I explained our plan, at least all of it except the part about my watching him.
“Yes,” said Gunther with dignity and an accent. “I worked briefly in the circus when I came to this country. Our paths crossed. While I respect it, it is not the life with which I wish to be identified. Please do not take offense.”
Elder touched his mustache and nodded politely.
I wondered how painful the experience of coming back to the circus would be for Gunther. I hadn’t thought about it when I sent for him. I had sent for a friend and forgotten that he was a sensitive small human who was trying desperately to achieve some dignity and distance from the public view of midgets as curiosities and freaks. I didn’t think he could do it with people on the street. It takes knowing someone not to see him.
Elder led everyone out after we agreed to meet again at midnight or when we were sure the people we were watching were well tucked in for the night. It was the best we could do for the moment.
Peg came back with a pair of pants for me, a shirt, and my zipperless jacket.
“Coast is clear,” she said. “The sheriff has gone. I think he’s convinced you went back to Los Angeles.”
I started to dress, put one foot in my pants and tore some stitches. Peg sat down and watched me. The band struck a loud chord far off, and the crowd went, “Ahhhh.”
“Martin the Great,” she said. “Sways on a flexible bar fifty feet high. They think he’s going to fall. A good trick.”