"If Prosker isn't lying," the Major said.
"Not me, Major," Prosker said.
"I said shut up," Greenwood said.
"He isn't lying," Kelp said. "He knows if we get into that bank and there's no emerald, we'll come back to see him and this time we'll get rough."
"A smart lawyer knows when to tell the truth," Prosker said.
Greenwood leaned over and rapped Prosker on the knee. "You didn't shut up yet," he said.
Kelp was saying, "The point is, this time we know for sure where it is. It's there, and it can't be moved. We've got the only guy who could move it, and we're holding on to him. If we just do our jobs like we always do, the stone is ours. So we don't have to get mad at each other. It isn't your fault, Major, and it isn't your fault, Dortmunder, it's just the breaks of the game. One more caper and we're done, it's over, and everybody's still friends."
"I've heard of the habitual criminal, of course," Prosker said pleasantly, "but this may be the first instance in the history of the world of a habitual crime."
Greenwood leaned over and jabbed Prosker in the ribs. "You keep talking," he said. "Stop it."
The Major said, "One thing I don't understand. Dortmunder, you claim to be sick of this whole business. You had to be persuaded by your friends to join in on this most recent chapter, and the time before that it took a promise of more money per week and a higher payment at the end to induce you to go on. But now, all at once you are prepared to continue with no persuasion, no arguing for more money, no hesitation of any kind. I frankly don't understand it."
"That emerald," Dortmunder said, "is an albatross around my neck. I used to think I could get away from it, but now I know better. I could walk out of here now, try to find something else to do with my life, but sooner or later that goddamn emerald would pop up again, I'd be right back in the middle of the mess again. When Prosker told us this morning what he'd done with it, I all of a sudden knew it was destiny. Either I get that emerald, or the emerald gets me, and until it happens one way or the other I'm stuck with it. I can't get free, so why fight it?"
"A bank on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan," the Major said, "is a far cry from an upstate sanitarium, or even a Long Island prison."
"I know it," Dortmunder said.
"This could very well be the most difficult job you've ever attempted."
"It definitely is," Dortmunder said. "The New York City banks got the most sophisticated alarm and camera systems in the world, plus grade-A guards, plus plenty of city cops just outside the door. Plus the traffic jam that midtown is always in the middle of, that you can't even make a getaway."
"You know all that," the Major said, "but you still want to go on with it?"
"We all do," Kelp said.
"It's a matter of honor," Murch said. "Like not gettin' passed on the right."
"I want to go on with it," Dortmunder said, "to the point that I want to look over the bank and see is there anything I can do about it. If I can't, then that's it."
The Major said, "You'll want to be on salary while making up your mind, is that it?"
Dortmunder looked at him. "You think I'm here for the two hundred a week?"
"I don't know," the Major said. "By this time, I don't know anything for sure anymore."
Dortmunder said, "I'll give you your answer within one week. If the answer's no, that's only one week's salary you've blown. In fact, Major, just because you're getting me irritated I'll tell you that if the answer's no, for myself I'll give you back the two hundred."
"That's hardly necessary," the Major said. "The two hundred dollars isn't the point."
"Then stop talking as though it is. I'll give you your answer in one week."
"No need to hurry," the Major said. "Take your time. I'm just upset, that's all, just as all of you are upset. For the same reason. And Kelp is right, we shouldn't fight among ourselves."
"Why not?" Prosker asked, smiling at them.
Greenwood leaned over and knuckled Prosker behind the ear. "You're starting up again," he said. "Better don't."
The Major pointed at Prosker and said, "What about him?"
Dortmunder said, "He told us where to find the key in his office, so we don't need him any more. But we can't let him go yet. You got a basement?"
The Major looked surprised. "You want me to hold him for you?"
"Temporarily," Dortmunder said.
Prosker looked at the Major and said, "It's called accessory after the fact."
Greenwood stretched and kicked Prosker on the shin, saying, "When are you gonna learn?"
Prosker turned to him and said, calmly but with some irritation, "Greenwood, stop that."
Greenwood stared at him in astonishment.
The Major said to Dortmunder, "I don't like keeping him here, but I suppose you have no other place."
"That's right."
The Major shrugged. "Very well then."
"We'll see you later," Dortmunder said and started for the door.
"Just a moment," the Major said. "Please wait till I bring in reinforcements. I'd rather not be alone with my prisoner."
"Sure," said Dortmunder, and he and the other four stood clustered near the door while the Major got on his intercom. Prosker sat in the middle of the room, smiling amiably at everybody, his right hand thrust into his bathrobe pocket, and a few minutes later two burly black men came in and saluted the Major, reporting in some foreign tongue.
"I'll be in touch, Major," Dortmunder said.
"Good," the Major said. "I do still have confidence in you, Dortmunder."
Dortmunder grunted and went on out, followed by the other four.
The Major, in his native language, told the two burly men to lock Prosker in the basement. They proceeded to obey, picking Prosker up by the elbows, when Prosker said conversationally to the Major, "A nice bunch of boys, those, but awfully naive."
"Goodbye, Advocate Prosker," the Major said.
Prosker still looked relaxed and amiable as the burly men started him toward the door. "Do you realize," he said easily, "that it hasn't occurred to even one of them to ask himself if you really intend to pay off when you get the emerald?"
"Molca!" said the Major, and the burly men stopped halfway to the door. "Kamina loba dai," said the Major, and the burly men turned Prosker around and carried him back to his chair and sat him down in it. "Torelima," the Major said, and the burly men left the room.
Prosker sat there smiling.
The Major said, "Did you give them any such idea?"
"Of course not," said Prosker.
"Why not?"
"Major," said Prosker, "you are black and I am white. You are a military man and I am an attorney. You are African and I am American. But somehow I sense a kinship between us, Major, that I just don't feel between myself and any of those five worthy gentlemen who just left."
The Major slowly sat down again behind his desk. "What's in it for you, Prosker?" he said.
Prosker smiled again. "I was hoping you'd tell me, Major," he said.
2
Nine o'clock Wednesday evening, two days after the meeting in Major Iko's office, Dortmunder walked into the O. J. Bar and Grill and nodded to Rollo, who said, "Good to see you again."
"Anybody else here?"
"Everybody except the beer and salt. The other bourbon has your glass."
"Thanks."
Dortmunder walked through to the back room, where Kelp and Greenwood and Chefwick were sitting around the round table under the green-metal-shaded light. The table was covered with indictable evidence of a crime being planned, meaning photographs and sketches and even blueprints of the 46th Street and Fifth Avenue branch of the Capitalists amp; Immigrants National Bank (whose television mascot was a German shepherd with the slogan "Let C amp;I be the seeing-eye to all your banking needs").