"If it takes Chumley's say-so, then forget it. Okay? I'll do this my way, without help, even if it kills someone."
"Hey, don't go away mad," Weasel called after her. "Tell you what I'll do. When the police ask what happened here, I'll keep your name out of it, okay? I'll just play dumb and collect from the insurance. It'll kill my rates, but ..."
"Don't ruin your new record on my account. Total up the damages and I'll cover the cost personally."
With that she slammed out into the street, cutting off any further conversation.
"Is she kidding?" Weasel said. "It's gonna cost a bundle to fix this place up again."
"I really don't know, old boy. She's really mad, but by the same token, she's mad enough that I wouldn't cross her. If I were you, I'd start totaling up the damages. Eh, what?"
"I hear that," he nodded. "Well, you'd better get after her before she gets into trouble. Sorry to be such a hard case, but ..."
"Tut, tut," I waved. "You've been more than generous, all things considered. Well, cheerio."
I had expected to have to repeat my earlier performance of catching up with little sister, but instead I found her sitting on the curb just outside the bar. Now, she's not one to cry, either from anger or frustration, but seeing her there with her shoulders hunched and her chin in her hands, I realized that this might be one of those rare times.
"I say, you're really taking this quite hard, aren't you?" I said, as gently as I could.
She didn't look around.
"It's just that ... oh, pook! Weasel's right, and so are you. I've been charging around like a bull in a china shop, and all that's been accomplished is that even my friends won't help me out. Bunny'll never let me forget it if I can't even pull off a simple collection assignment."
Squatting beside her, I put a reassuring arm around her shoulders.
"I think that may be your problem, little sister. You're trying so hard to set a speed record to impress Bunny that you're rushing things... even for you. Now, I suggest that we retire someplace and think things through a bit, hmmm? Forget about getting the Job done fast and just concentrate on getting it done."
That perked her up a bit, and she even managed a weak smile.
"Okay," she said. "Even though I still want to handle this on my own, I suppose there's nothing wrong with using you for a consultant since you're here. What I really feel like right now is a stiff drink to settle me down. I don't suppose you've spotted anyplace besides the Suspended Sentence where we could ..."
"Care for a glass of juice?"
We looked up to find the old boy with his vending cart smiling down on us. For a moment I was afraid that Tananda would snap at him, but she gave him a grin that was far more sincere than her earlier smile.
"Thanks, but I had something stronger in mind. And while we're on the subject of thanks, I appreciate the information you gave me earlier ... the second time, that is. I guess I was in too much of a hurry before to remember my manners."
"Don't mention it. It seems like most folks are in a hurry these days. Me, I always felt you should take your time and enjoy things. We've all got so little time, the least we should do is savor what time we have."
Tananda smiled at him with genuine warmth instead of her usual manipulative heat.
"That's good advice," she said. "I'll try to remember it. Come on, Chumley. We've got some planning to do... slow and careful planning, that is."
"Well, just holler if I can be of any help."
"Thanks, but what we really need is someone who can put us in touch with Mr. Hoos. I don't suppose you'd happen to know where I could find him?"
"Oh, that's easy."
"It is?"
I think we said it simultaneously. It was that kind of a surprise.
"Sure. Just stand up, blink three times, and he'll be right here."
That sounded a bit balmy to me, and for the first time I started doubting the old boy's sanity. Little sister, however, seemed to take him seriously. She was on her feet in the blink of an eye, blinking furiously.
"Well?" she said, peering around.
"Pleased to meet you. Missy. My name's Hoos. What's yours?"
We gaped at him ... it seemed to be the logical thing to do at the time.
"You!?" Tananda managed at last. "Why didn't you say something before?"
"Didn't know until now it was me you were looking for."
It was really none of my business, but I had to ask.
"Just out of curiosity, why was it necessary for little sister to blink three times?"
As I spoke, I realized I had forgotten to use my Big Crunch speech patterns. Hoos didn't seem to notices
"Wasn't, really. It's just you've been working so hard to find me, I thought I should throw in a little something to keep the meeting from being too anti-climactic. So, what can I do for you?"
There was a gleam of mischievousness in the old boy's eye that led me to believe he wasn't as daft as he would like people to believe. Tananda missed it, though, as she fumbled a battered sheet of paper out of her tunic.
"Mr. Hoos," she said briskly. "I'm here representing a client who claims you owe him money on this old account. I was wondering when he could expect payment, or if you would like to set up a schedule for regular submissions?"
Hoos took the paper from her and studied it casually.
"Well, I'll be ... I could have sworn I wrote him a check on this the next day."
"He did say something about a check being returned," Tananda conceded.
"Must of held onto it until I closed out. Dam! I thought I had covered everything."
"You closed out the account with the bank?"
Hoos winked at her.
"No, I closed out the bank. That was back when I was consolidating my holdings."
"Oh. Well, as I was saying, if you'd like to set up a payment schedule ..."
He waved a hand at her and opened the top of his vending cart. From my height advantage, I could see that the bottom of it was filled with gold coins.
"Why don't we just settle up now?" he said. "I've got a little cold cash with me ... get it? Cold cash? Let's see, you'll be wanting some interest on that..."
"MR. HOOS!"
We turned to find the bank manager striding rapidly toward us.
"I thought we agreed that you'd handle all your transactions through the bank! Carrying cash is an open invitation to the criminal element, remember?"
"What kind of a shakedown is going on here?" Weasel demanded, emerging from the door behind us. "This sure doesn't look like a friendly chat to me!"
A crowd was starting to form around us as people on the street drifted over and shopkeepers emerged from their stores. None of them looked particularly happy... or friendly.
"I know you want to handle this yourself, little sister," I murmured. "Would you mind if I at least showed my fangs to back some of this rabble off a ways? I want to get out of here alive, too."
"NOW JUST HOLD ON, EVERYBODY':'
Hoos was standing on the seat of his vending cart holding up restraining hands to the mob.
"This little lady has a legitimate bill she's collecting for. That's all. Now just ease off and go back to whatever you were doing. Can't a man do a little business in private any more?"
That seemed to placate most of the onlookers, and they began to disperse slowly. Weasel and the bank manager didn't budge.
"Let me see that bill," the manager demanded. "Do you recall incurring this debt, Mr. Hoos?"
"Yes, I recall incurring this debt, Mr. Hoos," Hoos said, mimicking the manager's voice. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll just pay it and the matter will be settled."