"Are you sneaking up on telling me I can't keep my money?"
"It's the law." He wouldn't meet my eye.
Right. "Me and the law will go round and round, then." "I'll provide you with a promissory note you can redeem—"
"How young do I look?"
"What?"
"I wondered if I look young enough to be dumb enough to accept a promissory note from a Crown agent."
"Sir!"
"You pay out good money when somebody brings you scrap or bullion. You can come up with coins to replace those four."
He scowled, caught on his own hook.
"Or I can take them and walk out and you won't have anything left to show anybody." I had a feeling they'd constitute a professional coup when he showed them to his superiors.
He weighed everything, grunted irritably, then stamped off through the rear door. He came back with one gold mark, two silver marks, and a copper, all new and of the Royal mintage. I told him, "Thank you."
"Did you notice," he asked as I turned to go, "that the worn specimen is an original?"
I paused. He was right. I hadn't noticed. I grunted and headed out, wondering if that, too, had been part of the message I was supposed to get.
I didn't want to go anywhere near the kingpin but I was starting to suspect I'd have to. He might know what was going on.
25
It had turned dark. The rains had gone. My pal Mumbles hadn't. He was right where I'd left him, soggy, and shivering in the breeze. It was cold. A freeze before dawn wouldn't be a surprise.
I passed within two feet of him. "Miserable weather, isn't it?" I wish there'd been more light, the better to appreciate his panic.
He decided I was just being friendly, that I hadn't made him. He gave me a head start, then tagged along. He wasn't very good.
I wondered what to do with him. I couldn't see him as a threat. And he couldn't report on me while he was on my trail—if he wasn't just a drunk who liked to follow people.
I thought about going back to the Blue Bottle to check him out but couldn't bring myself to go nose to nose with Big Momma again. I thought about giving him the shake, then reversing our roles. But I was tired and cold and hungry and fed up with walking around alone in a city where some strange people were taking too much interest in me. I needed to go somewhere where I could get warm, get fed, and not have to worry about watching my back.
Home and Morley's place recommended themselves. The food would be better at home. But at Morley's I could work while I loafed. If I played it right I could get my job on Mumbles done for me. The disadvantage was the food.
It was the same old story. The crowd—down a little because of the weather—went silent and stared when I stepped inside. But there was a difference. I got the feeling that this time I wasn't just a wolf from another pack nosing around, I was one of the sheep.
Saucerhead was at his usual table. I invited myself to join him and nodded politely to the cutie with him. He has a way of attracting tiny women who become fervently devoted.
"I take it Jill Craight didn't get in touch."
He wasn't pleased by my intrusion. The story of my life. "Was she supposed to?"
"I recommended it." I had the feeling he was surprised to see me. "She needs protection."
"She didn't."
"Too bad. Excuse me. Morley beckons." I nodded to his lady friend and headed for Dotes, who had come to the foot of the stairs.
Morley looked surprised to see me, too. And he was troubled, which wasn't a good sign. About the only time Morley worries is when he has his ass in a sling. He hissed, "Get your butt upstairs quick."
I went past him. He backed up the stair behind me.
Strange.
He slammed his office door and barred it. "You trying to start a riot, coming around here?"
"I thought some supper would be nice."
"Don't be flip."
"I'm not. What gives?"
He gave me the fish eye. "You don't know?"
"No. I don't. I've been busy chasing a two-hundred-year-old phantom charity. Here's your chance. What gives?"
"It's a marvel you survive. It really is." He shook his head.
"Come on. Stop trying to show how cute you are. Tell me what's got your piles aching."
"There's a bounty out on you, Garrett. A thousand marks in gold for the man who hands over your head.''
I gave him a hard look. He has the dark-elfin sense of humor.
He meant it.
"You walk into this place, Garrett, you jump into a snake pit where the only two cobras that won't eat you are me and Tharpe."
And I wasn't so sure about Morley Dotes. A thousand in gold can put a hell of a strain on a friendship. That's more than most people can imagine.
"Who?" I asked.
"He calls himself Brother Jerce". Staying at the Rose and Dolphin in the North End, where he'll take delivery anytime."
"That's dumb. Suppose I just waltzed in to take him out first?"
"Want to try? Think about it."
There'd be a platoon of smart boys hanging around figuring I might try that.
"I see what you mean. That old boy must be worried I'll get next to him somehow."
"You still not working on something that's going to get you killed anyway?"
"I'm working now. For myself. Trying to find out who wants to kill me. And why."
"Now you know who." He chuckled.
"Highly amusing, Morley." I dragged one of my copper temple coins out. I hadn't shown them all at the Assay Office. I sketched what I'd learned. Then, "Carathca was a dark-elfin city. Know anything about it? This thing seems to go back there."
"Why should I know anything more about Carathca than you do about FellDorhst? That's ancient times, Garrett. Nobody cares. This thing keeps yelling religion. Find your answers in the Dream Quarter." He studied the coin. "Doesn't say anything to me. Maybe you ought to have a skull session with the Dead Man."
"I'd love to. If I could get him to take a twenty-minute break from his crusade against consciousness."
Someone pounded on the door. Morley looked startled, then concerned. He indicated a corner. "What is it?"
"Puddle, boss."
Morley opened a large cabinet. It was the household arsenal, containing weapons enough to arm a Marine platoon. He tossed me a small crossbow and quarrels, selected a javelin for himself. "Who's with you, Puddle?"
"Just me, boss." Puddle sounded confused. But life itself confuses Puddle.
Morley lifted the bar and jumped back. "Come ahead."
Puddle came in, looked at the waiting death, asked, "What'd I do, boss?"
"Nothing, Puddle. You did fine. Close the door and bar it, then fix yourself a drink." Morley replaced the weapons, closed (he cabinet, and settled into his chair. "So what do you have for me, Puddle?"
Puddle gave me the fish eye, but decided it was all right to talk in front of me. "Word just came that Chodo put a two-thousand-mark bounty on that guy who put the thousand on Garrett."
Morley laughed.
Great. "It isn't funny." Here was a chance for the daring to make a truly outrageous hit by selling my head to Brother Jerce, then taking his and selling it to Chodo.
Morley laughed again, said, "It is funny. The auction is on. And this Brother Jerce would have to be awful naive to think he could outbid the kingpin."
TunFaire is full of people who want to do favors for Chodo.
Puddle said, "Chodo says he'll give two hundred a head for anybody who even talks about laying a hand on Garrett. Three if you bring him in alive so he can feed him to his lizards."
My guardian angel. Instead of using guard dogs he has a horde of carnivorous thunder lizards that will attack anything that moves. He favors them because they dispose of bodies, bones and all,