Threats had no effect. This was clearly the kind of dog that would accept no responsibility. "I was just following orders," that would be his line.
Dortmunder looked around, but the porch was unfortunately shy of lengths of two-by-four with which to beat the dog into his master's seeded lawn. "God damn it!" Dortmunder said again.
Movement attracted his attention, and he looked down the block to see a brown Checker sedan with MD plates rolling slowly in his direction. Could it possibly be the owner of dog and house? If it wasn't, would it do any good for Dortmunder to holler help? He would feel foolish, calling for help in the middle of all this suburban peace and calm, but if it would do any good-
The Checker's horn honked. An arm waved from its side window. Dortmunder squinted, and there was Kelp's head, also sticking out the side window. Kelp shouted, "Hey, Dortmunder!"
"Right here!" Dortmunder shouted. He felt like a sailor stranded on a desert island for twenty years when a ship finally heaves to just offshore. He waved his attache case over his head to attract Kelp's attention, even though Kelp obviously already knew who and where he was. "Here I am!" he shouted. "Right here!"
The Checker heaved to just offshore, and Kelp called, "Come on over here, I got news for you."
Dortmunder pointed at the dog. "Dog," he said.
Kelp frowned. The sun was in his eyes out there, so he shaded them with one hand and called, "What was that?"
"This dog here," Dortmunder called. "He won't let me off the porch."
"How come?"
"How do I know?" Dortmunder said in irritation. "Maybe I look like Sergeant Preston."
Kelp got out of the car, and on the other side Greenwood climbed out, and the two of them slowly approached. Greenwood called, "Did you try ringing the doorbell?"
"That's what started it," Dortmunder said.
The dog had become aware of the new arrivals. He backed in a quarter circle, till he could watch everybody, and remained wary.
Kelp said, "Did you do something to him?"
"All I did," Dortmunder insisted, "was ring the doorbell."
"Usually," Kelp said, "unless you actually do something to a dog, scare it or something, it-"
"Scare it? Me?'
Greenwood pointed at the dog and said, "Sit."
The dog cocked his head, puzzled.
More firmly, Greenwood said, "Sit."
The dog lifted out of his crouch and stood looking at Greenwood in a fair imitation of His Master's Voice. Who, he was clearly thinking, was this stranger who knew how to speak Dog?
"I told you to sit," Greenwood said, "and I mean sit."
The dog could almost be seen to shrug. When in doubt, obey orders. It sat.
"Come on," Greenwood said to Dortmunder. "He won't bother you now."
"He won't?" Giving the dog mistrustful glances, Dortmunder started down off the porch.
"Don't act afraid of him," Greenwood said.
Dortmunder said, "It isn't an act," but he tried to look braver.
The dog wasn't sure. He looked at Dortmunder, at Greenwood, at Dortmunder, at Greenwood.
"Stay," said Greenwood.
Dortmunder stopped.
"Not you," Greenwood said. "The dog."
"Oh." Dortmunder came on down the rest of the stoop and walked on by the dog, who glowered at his left knee as though to be sure he'd remember it the next time they met.
"Stay," said Greenwood again, pointing at the dog, and then he turned around and followed Dortmunder and Kelp down the walk to the street and the Checker.
All three got aboard, Dortmunder in back, and Kelp drove them away from there. The dog, still sitting in the same place on the lawn, watched them carefully until they were out of sight. Possibly memorizing the license plate.
"I appreciate that," Dortmunder said. He was leaning forward with his forearms on the top of the front seat.
"Any time," Kelp said airily.
"What are you two doing out here anyway?" Dortmunder asked him. "I thought you were still working the smack."
"We're looking for you," Kelp said. "Last night you said you'd probably hit this neighborhood today, so we took a chance."
"I'm glad you did."
"Because we've got news for you. Anyway, Greenwood has."
Dortmunder turned his head to look at Greenwood. "Good news?"
"The best," Greenwood said. "Remember that emerald job?"
Dortmunder sat back as though the front seat had suddenly filled with snakes. "That again?"
Greenwood half turned in the seat to look back at him. "We can still get it," he said. "We've still got a shot at it."
"Take me back to the dog," Dortmunder said.
Kelp, looking at him in the rearview mirror, said, "Naw, listen to this. This is pretty good."
"Back to the dog," Dortmunder said. "I know when I'm well off."
"I don't blame you," Greenwood said. "I almost feel the same way. But God damn it, I've put so much effort into that stinking emerald, I hate to give up now. I had to pay out of my own pocket for a complete line of new identity papers, renounce an entire bookful of telephone numbers, give up a really good apartment at the kind of rent you can't get anymore in New York, and we still don't even have the emerald."
"That's the whole point," Dortmunder told him. "Look what's happened to you already. You really want to go back for more?"
"I want to finish the job," Greenwood said.
"It'll finish you," Dortmunder said. "I'm not usually what you'd call the superstitious type, but if ever there was a jinx job this one is it."
Kelp said, "Will you at least listen to what Greenwood has to say? Give him the courtesy and listen for a minute."
"What can he say that I don't already know?"
"Well, that's kind of the point," Kelp said. He glanced in the rearview mirror again, then back at the street. He made a left turn and said, "It seems he held out on us a little."
"I didn't hold out," Greenwood said. "Not exactly. The thing was, I was embarrassed. I got played for a sucker, and I hated to tell anybody about it until I could make up for it. You know what I mean?"
Dortmunder looked at him. "You told Prosker," he said.
Greenwood hung his head. "It seemed like a good idea at the time," he mumbled. "He was my attorney and all. And the way he explained it, if something went wrong while you guys were springing me, he could anyway get his hands on the emerald and turn it over to Iko and use the money to try to spring the whole bunch of us."
Dortmunder made a sour face. "He didn't sell you any gold mine stock, did he?"
"It seemed reasonable," Greenwood said plaintively. "Who knew he'd turn out to be a thief?"
"Everybody," Dortmunder said.
"That isn't the point," Kelp mentioned. "The point is, now we know who has the emerald."
"It's been over three weeks," Dortmunder said. "How come it took so long to deliver the news?"
Greenwood said, "I wanted to try to get the emerald back by myself. I figured you guys did enough, you went through three operations, you sprang me out of prison, I owed it to you to get the emerald back from Prosker myself."
Dortmunder gave him a cynical look.
"I swear," Greenwood said. "I wasn't going to keep it for myself, I was going to turn it over to the group."
"That's neither here nor there," Kelp said. "The point is, we know Prosker's got it. We know he didn't turn it over to Major Iko, because I checked with the Major this morning, which means he's holding on to it till the heat's off and then he'll peddle it to the highest bidder. So all we got to do is go take it away from Prosker, turn it over to Iko, and we're back in business."
"If it was that easy," Dortmunder said, "Greenwood wouldn't be here without the emerald."
"You're right," Greenwood said. "There's a little problem."
"A little problem," said Dortmunder.
"After we didn't find the emerald at the police station," Greenwood said, "naturally I went looking for Prosker."
"Naturally," said Dortmunder.