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I went over to the window. It was raining now, big heavy drops that soaked the pavement. I opened the window to let some fresh air into the place.

Fifteen

She sat across from me with one elbow on the table and her forehead resting in the palm of her hand. With her other hand she held a spoon and stirred a cup of black coffee. Her eyes were focused on the coffee. She wore a pale green sweater over a simple white blouse and she looked beautiful.

I wondered what it would be like to sit across a table from her two or three times a day. I could think of worse ways to spend a day. Or a week, or a lifetime.

She said: “Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice.”

“You don’t get it?”

She shook her head. “No, that’s not it. I understand what happened and everything. But the people are confusing.”

“I know.”

“That Peter Armin. I suppose I should call him Wallstein, shouldn’t I? But I can’t think of him that way. He... didn’t seem like a Nazi. I just can’t picture him sticking out his hand and screaming ‘Heil Hitler.’ It’s not consistent.”

“He wasn’t exactly a storm trooper, Maddy.”

“Hardly. He was more like... oh, who was the one? The propaganda one. You know who I mean.”

“Goebbels,” I said. “Joseph Goebbels, Minister of Propaganda. Hitler’s brain. I think you’re right. Wallstein was that kind of guy.”

She screwed up her face. “I liked Armin, Ed. Isn’t that silly? I actually liked the man.”

“I liked him myself.”

“And Enright turned out to be such a bastard. And he doesn’t get punished.”

“You’re wrong.”

“I am?”

I nodded. “There’s a balance here. It’s pretty neat. Death was the worst punishment for Bannister and his boys. And for Wallstein. And life is the worst punishment for Jack Enright.”

She sat back and thought it over. “Uh-huh,” she said finally. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. I see what you mean.”

She got up to get the pot and pour us each another cup of coffee. I took a sip. It was a little too hot and I set it down to cool. I liked the way she made coffee. I liked the way she cooked.

“She must have been quite a girl,” she said suddenly.

“Alicia?”

“Uh-huh. Or Sheila. Everybody has two names. Did you notice that? It makes it hard to talk straight. Oh, you know what I mean. She must have been... interesting.”

“Because of what she did?”

“Not that so much. Because of the effect she had on men. Wallstein and Enright both fell in love with her. And the two of them were so completely different.”

“Maybe they each saw a different girl.”

“Maybe.”

I tried the coffee again. “They were different men,” I said. “That’s what had me spinning around all the time. Wallstein was a pro and Enright was a total amateur. Each of them acted differently and lied differently. As soon as I caught onto that much everything got a hell of a lot simpler.

“Wallstein used misdirection. He was a pro and he lied like a pro. Enright didn’t know how to lie. Hell, he couldn’t tell me a thing about Alicia without tipping his hand. In his place Wallstein would have invented a whole background for the gal to throw me off the trail. All Jack did was play it dumb and tell me he didn’t know anything about her.”

“He said she was in the theater—”

“Uh-huh. He picked that one out of the air. She must have mentioned the party she went to with Bannister back when she was setting up the deal. He tossed me that one to make me happy, handed it to me for the hell of it.”

She was nodding. “And the same goes for the apartment and everything about it.”

“Right. He had his way of lying and so did Wallstein. They must have had separate ways to love her. And to kill her.”

I took her hand and rubbed my fingers across the back of it. I looked down at the top of her head. Her hair was clean and fresh. I listened to the rain outside, smelled fresh coffee, thought about things.

“Ed? I just thought of something. The police will investigate, won’t they?”

“Hell, they ought to. They’ll find three corpses in Avalon and a fourth in the Ruskin. If they don’t investigate they’ve got rocks in their heads.”

“Won’t they tie you in?”

“Not a chance,” I said. “Wallstein will go as an obvious suicide. They won’t even dust for prints and they won’t turn mine up even if they do. I left his Beretta there — if they run a ballistics check on it they can award him posthumously with Bannister’s murder, call it triple murder and suicide. It’s nutty that way but it closes their file for them.”

She nodded. “How about the money?”

I looked at her.

“The five thousand dollars you took from Armin.”

“I’m keeping it.”

“But—”

“Hell,” I said, “there’s nothing else to do with it. He doesn’t have any heirs. And I can use five grand, Maddy. I’ve got as much right to it as anybody else.”

She thought it over. “You’re right,” she said. “I guess. What about the jewels.”

“Those I don’t keep. I can rationalize five thousand bucks but not half a million. And I wouldn’t know what to do with that kind of money. One way or another it would make a slave out of me.”

“So what do you do with them?”

“I already did it,” I said. “I put the right keys in an envelope along with an anonymous covering letter with all the details. I sent them to the Israeli embassy. Hell, the original owners are probably dead. And they’d probably have wanted the jewels to go to Israel. They’ve got more right to them than anybody else I can think of.”

“I see.”

“Oh, to hell with it,” I said. “It’s just a way to get rid of them, to tell you the truth. I don’t care what they do with those jewels. They can irrigate the goddam Negev or buy guns to shoot poor barefoot Arabs with. I don’t give a damn what happens to the jewels. Just so I’m rid of them.”

She didn’t answer. We drifted off into one of those long silences that come over you when you run out of the subject of a conversation. I looked at her and tried to figure out whether she agreed with the decisions I had made, and then I started wondering why in hell I should care what she thought about it.

I thought that maybe I loved her — whatever that meant — and I thought about two other men in love and what love had done to them, what it had made them do.

It was still raining outside. I had taken a cab to her apartment, leaving the Chevy in the garage, and I knew what was going to happen next. The two of us would manage to decide that it was raining pitchforks out there, by God, that I’d have a hell of a time catching a cab, that I might as well stay the night. And we would sit quietly together and listen to quiet music, both of us trying to be properly nonchalant until it was a decent time to crawl into bed.

I knew this was going to happen and I wasn’t ready to complain about it. Why? I didn’t know was what was going to happen next. In another day or another week or another month.

I broke the silence. “The audition,” I said. “You were going to tell me.”

She clapped her hands like a happy child. “Oh, God! I forgot completely. Your news upstaged mine. Ed, I read that part and he loved me. He positively loved me.”

“You got the part?”

“He wants me to read again, or at least he said so.

But while I was waiting for you I got a call from Maury and he said it’s in the bag. Kaspar thought I was the greatest thing since vaudeville and I couldn’t miss. The reading’s some kind of formality.”

I told her it sounded great.