Chapter 10
HE WAS A perfect statue, standing exactly in line with a tall, potted plant. His subdued clothing blended with the darkness and made him as invisible to human eyes as anyone can get and still be solid.
The sight gave me a bad start and I had to choke back the surprise; then I wanted to belt him one for the scare. Escott read it all off my face easily enough and shrugged as though to say it wasn't his fault that I was so jumpy. He was there to hide from the lawyer, not to frighten poor nerved-up vampires.
"What is it?" demanded Handley, annoyed at the delay.
"Nothing, just checking the weather. We've been having an awful lot of it lately. " I left the veranda to Escott and went inside to take a seat on the sofa. In order to face me, Hundley had to turn his back on the open windows. He commandeered the banker's chair as I'd hoped he would.
'Now, what is this about?" From his attitude he must have thought I was warming up to try a little blackmail against the memory of his late client.
"Barrett and Emily Francher," I said.
"So I've assumed, since you suggested they had an intimate relationship. "
"I stated they were lovers. "
"Gossip is common, Mr. Flynn, very common. "
"I know it for a fact. "
"And have you evidence?"
"We're not in court, Mr. Handley, so just for laughs, let's pretend it's true. Can you think of any kind of errand that would keep Barrett away from here at this time?"
"He simply might not have heard the news yet. "
"Laura just said that he had. "
"Granted, but I can hardly supply you with the specific reason you seem to be looking for. Anything to do with the relationship of two people is bound to be complex, especially when such a disparate age difference is involved. "
"More than you think," I muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing. Even with this talk of complexities, you think he'd run out at a time like this?"
"I really couldn't say. "
"I'll put emotions aside, then. Let's say that his only attachment was to her money. There's a lot of it floating around here. I assume Miss Emily left a will?"
"You may assume correctly. "
"Don't you think Barrett would want to stick around to hear it?"
"You presume that he is gone for good, young man. We don't know if he has. You also imply that Mr. Barrett is some type of fortune hunter, but I can tell you that Miss Emily was no fool in that regard. "
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Miss Emily was well aware of the kind of men who might prefer her money over herself, and allowed for it. "
"I want to know what you mean. "
"That is my business and none of yours, sir. Why are you so concerned?"
"Because I think it's damned funny that she should get herself killed at this time. "
"What is so particularly special about this time?"
Watch it, I told myself.
"Are you suggesting there was something irregular about her death?"
"Convince me it wasn't. Convince me that someone didn't push her down the stairs. "
He knew I was being utterly ridiculous. "Do you fully realize the serious nature of such a suggestion?"
"No one better. For instance, why did the doctor call in the police?"
"Miss Emily was a person of substantial standing in this community--"
"Bosh, she hardly left the house. "
"She was certainly an important taxpayer, then. Dr. Evans called in Chief Curtis because he is a very careful, conscientious man. The nature of the accident was such that he wanted an informed professional to look at the scene in order to specifically allay the very rumors which you seem bound to spread. "
"So he smelled something fishy, too?"
"That is not what I--"
"What'd the doctor have to say? And Chief Curtis?"
"You may ask them yourself, but I warn you now that if you are looking for some sort of cheap sensationalism in this tragic occurrence you are certain to be disappointed. "
"Are you protecting Laura?"
"What do you mean by that?"
I was getting nowhere fast and lost my patience along with my scruples.
"Handley, listen to me. Listen very carefully. "
It was harder with some than others. He was on guard and didn't want to hear what I had to say, so I stepped up the pressure.
"This is very important. You must listen to everything I say"
He blinked once, twice.
"Listen to my voice"
His eyes softened, the stubborn expression gradually went slack, and his world closed and centered on my words and will. I told him to shut his eyes because I hate that dull look, like what the animals get when I'm feeding.
Escott was peering around the edge of one window. I motioned him in, cautioning him to silence. He nodded and came close enough to watch.
I kept my voice even and conversational. "Handley, do you know where Barrett is?"
"No. "
"What did Emily leave him in her will?"
"Nothing. "
That surprised us. Escott impatiently gestured for me to continue.
"Nothing at all?"
"No. "
"What about for Laura?"
"Yes. "
Playing twenty questions would take us all night at this rate. "Have you a copy of Emily's will with you?"
"Yes. "
That was a relief. "Where is it?"
"My briefcase. "
Escott spotted the black leather case and made short work of finding, drawing out, and unfolding the document in question. I left him to read it and kept Handley busy.
"What did the doctor say about Emily? How did she die?"
"She fractured her skull in a fall. "
"Why'd he call the cops?"
"The man likes to dramatize, thinks he sees more than what's really there. " Handley didn't like Dr. Evans, either. I wondered if he liked anyone at all.
"Did they find anything odd or suspicious?"
"No. "
"What time did it happen?"
"About two o'clock today. "
"Where was Laura Francher at two o'clock?"
"Outside. Horseback riding. "
"For how long?"
"I don't know. "
"Anyone witness this?"
"Haskell, the groom. "
"Where were the other servants?"
The maid and cook were in the kitchen, repairing linens and baking bread respectively. Mrs. Mayfair was there as well, working with the cook on the week's new menu. The gardener was on the other side of the estate picking up storm debris. At 2:10 the maid finished her sewing and left the kitchen to take the linens upstairs. Instead of using the servants' passage, she went through the front hall to see if May-fair had restocked the wood for the parlor fireplace. She found Emily at the foot of the stairs and raised the alarm. At some point in the proceedings, Mrs. Mayfair sent someone after Barrett. His door was locked and no one could find the key. They assumed he was out.
"You get all that?" I whispered to Escort.
"The germane points. Did Miss Emily not have a key to Barrett's room?"
I asked, but Handley didn't know.
"Odd, that. "
"Not if Barrett wants to keep his secret. He'd have allowed for an emergency like this. "
"Hmm. No doubt we can ask him. I should like to arrange an interview with this Haskell for the exact time of Laura's ride and where she went. "
"If we can interview Laura, we won't have to. "
"True. " He skimmed the closely typed pages of the will. "I believe I see Barrett's guiding hand in this. "
"Yeah?"
"There are some personal bequests, a generous trust for Laura, pensions for retired servants, and one most unusual arrangement. There is a long statement here by Emily concerning a close friendshi
p she formed with one of her British in-laws. She had a special place in her heart for a young cousin whose name was also Emily. "
"You mean--"
He kept talking. "In the event of Emily Francher's death, her secretary has instructions to contact this person. If she appears within one year after the reading of the will, the rest of the estate goes to her. This person's fingerprints are on file with the Franchers' bank manager and with Handley so that she may be correctly identified. "
"I can see the riot that's going to cause among her cutout relatives. "
"Yes, this is hardly something they'd lightly accept. "
"What happens if this other Emily doesn't show up?"
His eyes zipped back and forth. "Then the estate goes to Laura. In the event of Laura's death, and/or if the other Emily never appears, then it's to be sold off and the money distributed to a number of charities. "
"You think Laura knows about this will? If she does, then she could have made an investment for her future. "
"Unless Emily's death was an accident, after all. "
"We'll find out. "
He looked at Handley with some amusement. "I take it from your question to our silent friend here that you haven't found Barrett?"
"You take right. Nobody's found him. I'm thinking maybe he packed up last night and left. "
"Why should he do that?"
"I dunno, maybe he talked with Laura, heard something he didn't like, and took off to think things over. "
He folded the will and put it back in the briefcase. "Did you see Laura?"
"Yeah, I even had a fast word with her. She gave out with a song and dance that he was gone because of his duties, whatever the hell that means. "
"She could be covering for him," he suggested.
"During the day, yes, but he'd be up by now. He might just be wanting to avoid the relatives, and I can't blame him for that, but it looks bad. "
"True. I was considering that if Emily's fall were no accident, then Mr.
Barrett is the only one in the house with no alibi. "
"Except with us. We know he couldn't have done anything. "
"Possibly. Can you guide us to his sanctum?"
"No sweat, but he won't want to see us. "
We started for the door, but Escott abruptly stopped. I didn't understand why until he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the lawyer, who was still on the far side of dreamland.
"Handley? You can go back to your work, now. Completely forget we had this little talk, okay?"
"Very well," he replied, sounding perfectly normal. He opened his eyes, swiveled his chair around to face the desk, and started shuffling papers. Escott and I slipped out and paced down the hall.
"What were you doing in there?" I asked.
"Virtually nothing, as I had no time to do it. I'd just gotten to Barrett's office and was about to search the briefcase when the two of you walked in. The rest of the time I was looking for Barrett. Were you able to get a look at Emily's body?"
"Yeah. "
"And her condition?"
"She's really dead, as far as I can tell. "
"Then God forgive me for not coming out here sooner. "
"You think it was no accident, then?"
"To do so would be to make an assumption without the benefit of facts. "
he said stiffly.
Okay, he had to be logical about things, but at least one part of his mind had given in to conclusion jumping, and he didn't like that part one bit.
We went down by way of the main stairs. People still loitered in the big hall, catching up on family gossip and speculating on their financial future. I was tempted to tell them all to forget it and go home.
No one paid any attention to us, and after a little thought I found the right hall and the right door, the only one in the wing that was locked.
I slipped through it, found the stairwell we wanted, and came back again.
"No key on that side," I said. "I'll just--"
"I think I can manage. " He pulled out an impressive set of skeleton keys and picks from a worn leather case. Crouching in front of the lock, he began to experiment.
"Aren't you the regular Raffles," I commented.
"Ah, but I hardly ever steal anything. "
"Look, I can just go down for a quick gander. If he's really gone you won't need to--"
"There!" He turned the knob and pushed open the door. "That was a bit of luck. Usually it takes much longer. "
"Where'd you learn to do that?" I was impressed.
"You acquire all kinds of skills in the theater. " He replaced his picks and shut the case. "We once had a leading lady prone to the sulks and locking herself in her dressing room. For the duration of her contract I was often required to get her door open so the stage manager could persuade her to go to work. "
"Crazy world. "
"Very. "
"But where'd you get that?" I gestured at the case as we went down the carpeted stairs.
"Oh, they're sort of an inheritance," he dismissed. "Let's see about this one now. "
I didn't bother trying to slip through again; I enjoy watching an artist at work. The wood-covered metal door at the bottom of the steps had a different lock than the one in the upper hall and took longer to break, but it was fascinating to see him do it. He had a definite air of satisfaction as it gave way to his efforts.
Barrett wasn't there to greet us.
"Bolts on the inside I see," he noted as he walked in. "I suppose if he were still here he'd have shot them and your special assistance would be necessary, after all. This looks most ominous. "
A few bureau drawers sagged open, their contents gutted, and there were gaps in the closet.
My shoulders were tightening and I didn't think it had to do with Barrett skipping out. Something else had crept into the back of my mind and I couldn't identify it.
Escott went to the library/living area and returned. "He's quite the reader. These books are well used. He also did a bit of writingI've found some sort of journal. It's odd that he left so personal an item behind, unless he's on a short tripWhere are you?"
"Closet," I called. The something bothering me wasn't in here.
He looked in. "Good heavens, it's as big as my sitting room. "
I pointed. "He left his trunk. "
"Perhaps he has a lighter one ready for travel purposes, as you do. That thing doesn't look too portable. "
"Yeah, maybe. "
"But I concede that this is also odd. You said he has earth in his bed?"
"Sewn up tight in some oilcloth. " A scent in the air-that was what was nagging me. Each time I breathed in to talk Escott went over to the bed and flipped up the linens. Everything was in place as I'd found it a few nights ago.
"As far as we know, this island is his home ground. "
I breathed, trying to catch it again.
"He might yet retain title to some house or--"
Bloodsmell.
"--plot of land in the area and could have gone there. "
I drifted over to the bath, opened the door, and looked in.
"But the journal in there bothers me"
It was wrong. The whole damned world was wrong.
"Why should he risk leaving such a revealing document behind?"
And I was just another poor bastard with the bad luck to keep bumping face-on into the wrongness of it all.
"Jack?"
"Poor bastard"
"What is it?"
Then he was next to me, staring at the awful thing on the cold tile floor.
"Oh, my dear God"
The color left Escott's face and he put out a hand to steady himself against the wall. A return wave of last night's dizziness hit me and I backed from the doorway, staggering to the bed. The alien soil was no comfort.
Escott kept staring at it and I didn't like the look in his eyes.
"I sho
uld have anticipated this. " His voice was very soft, very weary.
"I should have. I've blown this whole business. "
"Charles-"
He shook his head, quickly, to cut me off. He drew a steadying breath and went into the bath. After a moment he called out, "Jack, I want your help. "
Jesus, for what?
Barrett had been pulled in feet first so that his head was just inside the door. He wore plain blue pajamas, but the top had been partially unbuttoned. The expensive silk was soaked through with massive patches of blood, most of it concentrated on his chest. Some blood was drying on the floor, but wide smear marks and two or three wet towels wadded in the tub indicated a little preliminary cleaning had been done.
Escott knelt over the body, his long fingers delicately peeling back the stiffening shirt front. The skin around the inch-thick shaft of wood in Barrett's chest was parchment thin and just as dry. He was like that all over. His handsome features had shriveled up like an old monkey's; his teeth were locked into a false grin by the lips and gums shrinking back.
I was very, very glad his eyes were clenched shut.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"To render first aid. "
"Charles, he's dead. He's probably been dead all day. "
He shot me a piercing look, as angry as I'd ever seen him. "Knowing what you know, how can you tell?"
That shut me up.
He gave me a second to think, then said, "I need to try, I have to. Will you please help me?"
I gulped back whatever I'd started to say. God knows I owed him plenty, and he never asked for anything in return. "All right, name it. "
Some of the tension left him. "I daren't pull the stake out until we have some blood on hand. He's very fragile now; the extra shock could be too much. My kit with the things I used to help you is in the car, along with that livestock syringe. Fetch it out and go to the stables--"
"But I don't know how to use a--"
"It's only a syringe. All you have to do is find a vein and push the needle into it. Pull the plunger back slowly, though. "
I nodded doubtfully.
"The stable lad might be there. Svengali him if you must to get his help, but hurry. "
I shoved down the sick hopelessness inside and got moving.
The front door was more direct and faster, but I didn't want to be seen, stopped, or questioned, and opted to disappear. I tore through the big hall, weaving between knots of dawdlers until I hit against the entry door and slipped through. Our car was way off to the left and I maintained that general direction awhile before going solid. The cloudy darkness made the possibility remote, but I was wary of being spotted from the house.
The car was standing alone now on the grass. It looked like a long night ahead and I didn't want anyone noticing it.
Escott had given me the keys, so I started it up and scooted over the grounds until it was hidden from the casual eye by a break of trees.
Escott had stashed the bag in the back. It contained everything but the syringe, which I found in a metal box that had slid under the seats. The thing looked huge, but then large animals can require large amounts of medication. I dumped the case into the bag and ghosted up the road.
Rounding the bulk of the house, I went solid and saw lights on over the stables. Haskell, the groom, was in. I trotted up the stairs to his room and tapped on the door, calling his name.
He presented a startled face, all sun tan and mussed hair and wore only his undershirt and workpants. "Yeah, who are you? What is it?"
"I'm a friend of Barrett's. Listen to me, it's very important that you do exactly what I tell you"
He might have cooperated without my influence, but I couldn't waste the time answering his inevitable questions. By now I was long past the point of worrying about the morals of using forced hypnosis; it was a tool and it worked. I gave him just enough time to pull on his boots and sent him down to the fenced yard to bring in the horses.
My hands shook as I pulled out the syringe. It was one thing to use my teeth, and I had enough trouble handling that idea at times, but it was quite another to use a needle to do the same job. Escott wasn't the only one who could get squeamish.
Haskell led in a big roan gelding and tied its halter rope to a ring on the wall. Its ears twitched, but I soothed it down with a little stroking and talking. Horses like to listen to nonsense, and this one was in the mood for it. When Haskell led in a second horse I stopped him and held up a milk bottle.
"Can you find me more like this? Clean ones?"
He stared hard at it.
"Any kind of bottles?"
He finally nodded and I sent him off.
I crouched next to the roan, picked out a vein, and decided on a firm fast jab over a slow punch and managed to get it settled somewhere in the middle. I was clumsy and the horse felt it, but kept still while I filled the barrel of the syringe.
It seemed to take hours, but there was no way to hurry things. When it was full I drew out the needle, shoved the point inside the milk bottle, and pressed the plunger. The process was far too slow with the blood coming out in such a tiny stream; it'd take all night to get six quarts.
From the look of Barrett's dried-out and shrunken body, he'd need every ounce and fast.
At the base of the syringe, where the needle attached, was a gizmo that unscrewed it, probably for cleaning. Trust Escott to think about neatness. I opened it up and poured the rest into the milk bottle, filling it halfway.
Just as I finished, Haskell returned, carrying a case of amber beer bottles.
"Those clean?"
He nodded.
"You make your own?"
"Me 'n Mayfair, but don' tell his missus. "
"My solemn promise. Bring in the other horse, will you?"
He did and I worked. I was getting better at putting the needle in right, but no one would give me points for neatness or speed. But at least the milk bottle was full, now. It would give Escott something to start with.
"Haskell. "
He let go tying a rope.
"You see what I'm doing?"
"Yes. "
"Think you can take over for me?"
"Yes. "
"Great. Just fill it up and unscrew this pan to empty it into one of your bottles. Okay?"
"Uh-huh. "
"And wash the needle clean each time. I'll be back shortly for more. "
He took the syringe and I grabbed up the milk bottle and Escort's bag.
The door to the kitchen was open and lights were still on everywhere.
Not knowing how I could freely trot through the house with such a gory burden and unsure about finding the right hall again, I went down the cellar steps for a shortcut. With the bottle and gear hugged close to my body, I walked through the thick brick wall into Barrett's room.
Escott was at the writing desk flipping through a book whose pages were covered with fine, script-style writing. His back was to me and yet again I gave him a start.
"What are you doing?" I handed over the bag.
"Waiting for you and poking into things. " He put away the book and returned to the bathroom.
Barrett looked worse than I remembered. "How are you going to do it?"
"Tube down his throat," he said tersely.
"Was I like this when you found me at the warehouse?"
"Not as bad. I'll hold him still, you pull out the stake. Keep it as straight as you can. "
I pulled. The brittle body vibrated. The wood shaft sang against the ribs and came free. Unbelievably, there was more blood left in him to well up in the wound. We both looked to his mummified face for any sign of life. He never moved. Escott grimaced and placed the tube between Barrett's teeth and fed it down his throat.
"Isn't it supposed to go up his nose?"
"The tissues are too shriveled to attempt it. The problem we have here is that his glottis might be
open and I could end up putting the blood into his lungs instead of his stomach. "
"You can't tell?"
"Not unless he's breathing. " He fitted the other end of the rubber tube into a stopper with a hole in the middle.
"How'd you get by for me, then?"
"I was lucky. "
"You learn all this at that hospital?"
"I picked up some useful knowledge during my brief sojourn. " He shoved the stopper firmly into the bottle and upended the thing, pinching the tube slightly to regulate the flow. "Can you get more?" he asked.
"Yeah, Haskell's working on it. I'll be right back. "
Haskell had the first of the beer bottles full and was busy drawing off more from another horse.
"You're doing a good job," I said. "Ever have to before?"
"Yeah, I know a little about this stuff. " His tone was different. He'd come out of the hypnosis sooner than I'd expected.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yeah. "
"Do you know why you're doing this?"
"No, but I figure you're trying to help Mr. Barrett. "
"You know about him?"
He glanced up and I could see there was a brain working inside his head.
"Maybe as much as you do?"
"What do you know?"
He drew out the needle, detached it from the syringe, and carefully poured the contents into a bottle. "I know I got a steady job here, the pay is good, and I have a lot of free time. How many people can say that these days?"
"Then you've seen Barrett--"
He nodded, tapping in a final drop. "Yeah, he's careful, but I seen him a couple times down in the yard. "
"Doesn't it bother you?"
He shrugged. "It scared me at first, but not now. He don't hurt no one, he don't hurt the horses. This is a good place to work and he's a nice man, you know?"
"What about Miss Laura? What d'you think of her?"
Another shrug. "She's all right, maybe a little too full of herself. "
"How do you mean?"
"She's just not the type to think about others, but I guess she's still young yet. "
I took the bottles to Escott. "Any change?"
"Look at his teeth. "
I did. Barrett's piercing canines had been even with his others, but now they were more prominent, as though ready to feed.
"Of course, it might only be a reflex of some kind," he cautioned. "I don't want to get too hopeful. "
"What about his chest?"
Escott's own heart was beating very fast. "The hole has closed up. "
I felt a grin start up on my face. "I'll go get another couple bottles. "
When I came back, there was a definite change in Barren's appearance.
His face looked fractionally fuller and the skin was flexible to the touch. "It's working, Charles. "
He nodded, but his own expression was still tight. "You were a long time. "
"I was having a talk with Haskell. "
"Yes?"
"He said he saddled a horse for Laura at one-thirty, and then she asked him to wash her car. He'd washed it earlier that morning, but she gave him some guff about dust and told him to wash it again anyway. It kept him busy on the opposite side of the house and he didn't see where she went. "
"Interesting. "
"Yeah, especially when you realize she'd have no problem getting back into the house from a patio door on the far side. I checked--"
Barrett's body spasmed and he suddenly gagged on the tube down his throat. Escott quickly pulled it out.
"Charles, you're a goddamned miracle worker!"
His face flushed. "Some days are better than others. "
Barrett's lips moved, his teeth still prominent. Escott put the tube to them, but Barrett drew the blood out too fast and the tube collapsed from the suction. Escott detached it from the plug and put it straight into the bottle like a straw.
"We need more," he said.
"I'm moving. "
In the end, Barrett drained away just over six quarts of the stuff, and I witnessed a faster version of the kind of recovery I'd gone through myself. The wrinkling smoothed, dry flesh-colored twigs turned into fingers, and stiff parchment filled out to became skin again.
He began coughing at one point, getting rid of the fluid that had built up in his pierced lung. It was a mess, but Escott grabbed a towel and I helped turn him on his side. The back of his pajama shin was practically glued to the floor.
"How long do you think he's been here?" I asked.
"An expert could estimate from the condition of the blood, but I'm no expert. Perhaps it was concurrent with the incident on the stairs. "
Barrett would be listening. Escott knew there was no need to hit him with the news of Emily's death just yet.
"Logically and practically, I would say it was done earlier, as this was a crime that was never meant to be discovered. Later than two o'clock and she would never have had the chance to be alone long enough to do it. "
"And he's been here like this all day. "
"He may not have been conscious. "
He was only trying to ease my mind, but I knew better. Once his body had been dragged from the bed, Barrett's contact with his soil would be severed. He'd have been aware. Unable to act, but aware. For myself, there is no feeling worse than that kind of helplessness.
I stood and motioned Escott to come with me to the far end of the library, and kept my voice very low. "I need to go back upstairs again.
Can you handle all this with him?"
"Yes, but--"
"I'm going to have a talk with Laura. It's way overdue. "
"Agreed, but I'd like to be there myself. "
"I know, but I need you to keep Barrett busy. "
Whether he could read anything else into that, I wasn't ready to guess.
The important thing was to say something that was halfway convincing so I could get out of there. He was distracted because Barrett was coughing and still needed help, otherwise I might have gotten more argument from him.
Escott finally nodded, and if he knew what I had in mind, he chose not to comment.
"This might take awhile," I added, risking it anyway. A part of me hoped he would catch on and try talking me out of it.
He didn't, or wouldn't. "Very well. Take as long as you need. " I shut the metal fire door behind me and climbed the stairs up to the deserted wing. Inside me, equal portions of fire and ice went to war.