“Teddie, tonight I’m just a camera. Lots of pictures, no judgments.”
“Bull! You can’t withhold making judgments any more than I can. We’re both human, aren’t we?”
“Maybe what I mean is I’m trying to be that fly on the wall you were talking about when we met two weeks ago. Have they been giving you a rough time?”
“No! That’s just the trouble! Everybody’s being so nice to me, it makes me nervous. They’re treating me like the Queen Mother. You try it sometime.”
“Thanks. So far I’ve been ignored by the people in the older generation. The bride and groom were civil, but that was because I was with Anna Abraham, who’s an old friend of Sherry’s. Ross thinks I’m with you.”
“Let him. It’ll do him good. Funny how I keep finding ways of making a man of my ex.”
“I guess dinner’s the next thing. Will that be a sit-down or a buffet?”
“We’ll soon find out.”
Ross Forbes walked by with Gary Carswell. Carswell looked back at us after Ross whispered something in his ear. The long line of the wedding rehearsal party moved into the club. I held the door for Teddie. We were in the wide corridor that led to the dining-room where I’d had lunch and to the other facilities the club had to offer. One of them, the General Brock Room, opened off to the left. People were pouring into the room like they hadn’t eaten in a week. A small group was gathered around Biddy Forbes outside the dining-room. Biddy was giving orders in a firm voice.
“Try the house again, Sherry. He may have gone back there and fallen asleep.”
“Norm’s calling there, now, Mum-Mum. Please don’t worry!”
“I’m not worried, child. I just want to know where he is. That’s all.” She looked rather frail standing there, but doughty, supported by her granddaughter. They made an interesting study, the two of them: both worried in their different ways. I was surprised that Sherry could withdraw from the drama of the wedding scenario to spare a moment for the older woman. Biddy, you could see, hated fuss. She was trying to get things moving again. Ross caught up with the front of the train again just as Caine returned from the phone.
“He’s not at the house,” he said. “Hasn’t been seen since around eleven the morning.”
“He isn’t in your suite here at the club either,” said Dr. Carswell, who reluctantly added more unhelpful news to the collecting pile.
“Well, I saw him here at the club,” Ross said. “He was boasting in the sauna that he was going to be the first of the wedding party to arrive at the church tonight.”
“Ross, dear, we know where he was. It’s where he is that’s important,” Biddy said.
“Well, that’s only where I saw him. That was hours ago.”
“We took a swim after our golf game,” Biddy said to the assembled crowd, as though that would explain everything. “He left me in the pool. He wasn’t in the pool when I left,” she said rapidly, showing some confusion.
“Now, Mother, don’t get excited. He’ll turn up. I never saw him pass up a good roast of beef, have you?”
“Oh, everything’s a joke to you, Ross!” the old lady scolded. “We might as well go in.” She took a step towards the open double doors, then added quietly to Ross, “I’m sorry I was sharp with you, my dear. You can see I’m not myself. But I don’t know why you’ve given up strong drink if you still intend to play the fool. Try to be more helpful. I need you to lean upon tonight. Indulge your old mother, there’s a dear.”
“I’m sorry, Mother.”
“I know, I know. Just mollycoddle me a little, dear,” she said. “He knows he should be here. It doesn’t look right, especially with Norman’s father here.”
“Try not to get yourself worked up,” Ross said, taking her arm. “You know what the doctor said.”
Biddy gave Ross a peck on the cheek and patted the hand supporting her. Together they swept into the room to join the throng in the dining-room. As soon as he had escorted his mother to a chair, Ross came back in this direction.
“Gary,” he called and Carswell turned. “Perhaps you could get some of the ushers to have a look around the club. He may be down in the card room.” He said this last bit looking me straight in the eye. Did he think I was my father’s keeper any more than he was his? I could almost see the Commander locked in a game of gin with my father. But Pa was rarely out at this time of day, and on a Friday night it was highly unlikely.
“Benny,” Teddie said to me, tugging at my arm, “I forgot to tell you. I got notice this afternoon that there’s going to be a meeting of the board of directors on Monday morning. Did you know about that?”
“No. They aren’t wasting any time, are they?”
“What do you mean?”
“One, they are going to let Caine in at the upper level, and two, I think they may try to demote Ross.”
Teddie mimed a surprised whistle, and rolled her lower lip into an expression of mock horror. “That will put the wind up them,” she said.
“Will they get away with it? How many fans does Ross have left on the board? I can guess which way you and the Commander might vote.”
“Benny! I never mix business and personal. Ross is a first-rate rat in his personal life, but he has his charms as a businessman. Apart from the little games he’s been playing with the tax people on my behalf, I mean. But, you have to admit he had to be clever to figure that out.”
“Teddie, I can never tell whose side you’re on.”
“That’s the key to my fascination, Benny. Don’t give me away.”
While this was going on, Dr. Carswell had pulled a few of the ushers from the General Brock Room, briefed them and sent them scampering through the club.
Inside the General Brock Room a buffet table of impressive length had been set up, and it stretched out in front of us burdened with good things. I counted three chef’s bonnets and began to salivate at once. A huge lump of beef was being carved by expert hands. As the dark outer layer came off, the moist pink interior was laid bare. I moved into that line that was already forming and collected cutlery, a cloth napkin and a warmed plate. Teddie Forbes was right behind me.
“He really put them through it, didn’t he?” she said.
“I should tell Ned Evans about him. He could direct some Shakespeare in Montecello Park this summer.” Ned worked at being the local drama impresario when he wasn’t drinking draft beer at the Harding House. “I guess directing people is how he got to be a canon, whatever a canon is.”
“A canon’s the rector of a cathedral, Benny. He takes over the parish chores so that the bishop can get on with bishopping.”
The line was moving along more quickly than I thought it would. Soon Teddie was being served. I’d let her move ahead of me when I saw other women ahead of their escorts. She took a nice piece of rare meat with roast potatoes. When it was my turn, I asked for a slice from the outside as well as some medium-well-done from a part of the roast that hadn’t been bothered much. I watched the white bonnet bob as the cook sliced off the pieces I wanted and carried them with his carving knife and fork to my plate. I told him which of the potatoes I craved and he gave them to me. I took the heaping plate from him and followed Teddie to a table. I could see that Anna was still conferring with Sherry and the other bridesmaids. Of course, Anna, as maid of honour, had special responsibilities. She was a little nervous about them, so I told her not to worry about me after we’d arrived. I was a little hurt to see that she’d taken me at my word.
No sooner had I placed my napkin in my lap and had started focusing on the feast ahead of me, when two of the young ushers came up to me. “Mr. Cooperman?”
“That’s right. What can I do for you?” I got a horrible feeling that started in my belly. My dinner was slipping through my fingers.
“Mr. Burgess-he’s the manager of the club-he’d like a word with you.”