"What if I got in touch with you about some other kind of a problem sometime?"

"I seldom take on any work."

"It wouldn"t be often. You could be on a retainer."

"I travel a lot. I might not be where you could get in touch."

"For your information, maybe seventy-five percent of what I do is all legitimate business affairs and management problems."

"I didn"t mean I was making moral judgments."

"Then what?"

"I"m no d.a.m.ned good at taking orders. You get that way, working for yourself long enough."

I saw his interest fade. "Suit yourself then. Thanks for stopping in."

I didn"t stand up on cue. "Too bad about that other clerk in Fedderman"s shop."

"I would have missed that entirely if the name Fedderman didn"t catch my eye. It jumped out of the print at me. Lawlor? Lawrence?"

"Mrs. Lawson. Jane Lawson."

I was trying to watch him closely without being too obvious about it. He seemed awfully plausible. I picked the words with greatest care. "Frank, you bother me." The blueberries turned to pebbles. "I bother bother you?" you?"

"One little old man and two women in that shop. So they are involved, the women are, in all his accounts in some manner. So in effect they are handling four hundred thousand of money entrusted to you. You think there has been some hanky panky. The senior of the two clerks gets killed. Somebody got too rough. You read it, but you never stop to wonder if there is any connection at all. Is that logical? What"s my other guess, Frank? What comes next?"

He frowned at me. "Now, come on! I on! I sent somebody to shake the merchandise out of her if she had it? Why take a risk like that?" sent somebody to shake the merchandise out of her if she had it? Why take a risk like that?"

"It turned into a risk when somebody got too rough."

He shook his head. "No, McGee. No, no, no. Your head is full of smoke. That was a nice little woman. You can smell the ones who will and the ones who won"t."

"But you never went to the store?"

"She came to the bank once with Fedderman."

Suddenly that little itch in the back of my mind stopped itching, and I stopped finding some way to scratch it. I heard Jane Lawson"s voice. "The Sprenger account is the one where he never looks at the old purchases or the new ones either. He just sits there like so much dead meat. He nods, shrugs, grunts and that"s that."

"When did she come to the bank?"

He took an appointment book out of the middle drawer and leafed back through it. "May twenty-first. After lunch. The big girl came back from lunch and started throwing up. It was too late for Fedderman to reach me, so Mrs. Lawson came with him. I don"t know why he apologized. What difference is it to me which woman puts the stamps in the book? Fedderman wants to make a big thing out of everything. Maybe you"ve got the same problem. Some freak got into the house and broke that little woman"s neck."

I left with money in my pocket and vague unrest in the back of my mind. The pretty little receptionist was prodding at her dead tooth. She s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand away, and gave me more smile on one side than on the other. I stopped and looked at the broad tape. Brownsville, Texas, was coming out with a twenty-million-dollar general obligation issue at five and a half percent to expand their sewage disposal system. Sharon, Pennsylvania, was a.s.suming seven million dollars more of public debt for roads, bridges, and flood control. That was nice. I wondered how many Sprengers and friends of Sprengers had their hands cupped under the faucets, waiting for the money.

I walked a block and took a beach cab over to the mainland. On the island of Miami Beach, all you can legally get is a beach cab. If he takes you to the mainland, he is supposed to come back empty. The mainland cabs taking fares from the airport to the hotels along Collins have some of the doormen well enough greased so they can beat the system. Sometimes I wondered how much Sprenger and his pals had to do with the weird cab system that was suddenly costing me about seven dollars. But Sprenger had covered expenses.

It was almost noon. I peered into the shop and saw Mary Alice and rapped on the gla.s.s. She stared toward the door and then smiled and came quickly and let me in, locked the door, gave me the close and hearty stance, the hearty jolly kiss.

"Did you sleep all this time?"

"Me? Heavens! I was up practically before you got the door shut."

"That isn"t going to do either of us any good, buddy."

"I came to see about taking you to lunch and-"

"I"m so so glad you came here, Trav, really. There"s something that really bothers me. I just don"t know what to think. It seems to... I don"t want to say anything until you see it." glad you came here, Trav, really. There"s something that really bothers me. I just don"t know what to think. It seems to... I don"t want to say anything until you see it."

It was back in Hirsh"s office, on his desk. I sat in his chair and examined it carefully. She stood beside me with her hand on my shoulder. It was a white cardboard box, about twelve inches long, eight inches wide, an inch and a half deep. There was wide brown mailing tape affixed to it, running around it the long way and then around the middle, overlapping. Where the tape crossed, there was a mailing label. "Mrs. Jerome Lawson." Correct address. It was stamped in big red rubberstamp letters, "Book Rate." The return address was "Helen"s Book Nooke."

"The book store is two blocks from here," Mary Alice said.

There were three eight-cent stamps on the package, not canceled. There was heft to the package, as if it contained a book. When I shook it, the book slid back and forth. The box was a little too long for it.

I examined the ends with care. The tape seemed to be slit very inconspicuously at one end. I fiddled with it until I found that the end could be pushed inward. It folded down reluctantly against the resistance of some kind of very strong spring. Once it was folded down and the box tilted until the contents were beyond the edge of the folded-down part, the contents could be pulled out of the box.

The contents was an alb.u.m or stock book just like the one I had been shown previously as being identical to Sprenger"s. But this one was green. Mary Alice pulled it out of its fiber slip case and showed it to me. There was a name in gold on the bottom right corner. "J. David Balch."

"Who is J. David?" I asked.

"One of the investment accounts. See. There"s nothing in here. This is a new stock book. I found this by accident. It"s so weird. We each have a little s.p.a.ce for personal stuff under the counter near the back. Like cupboards with doors. This was in a brown paper bag, and it was wrapped in a sweater of hers. But it was too heavy for just a sweater. So I started monkeying around with it, wondering if I could open it or maybe pry it open a little way to look in. Know what I thought? That maybe she hid it because it was a very dirty book. That Helen sells things that you wouldn"t believe, if she knows you."

I looked at the box again. There seemed to be some reinforcing glued to the back of the flap and to the bottom of the box so that the springs would not push through the cardboard.

She said, "I feel like such a great big dummy. I just never thought of changing the whole d.a.m.ned book."

"You are not alone, M.A. This thing is a shoplifter"s gaff. They usually make them in handier sizes, without such a strong spring. And usually they are tied with string. If you glue the string to the paper, you get a very convincing look. The professional shoplifter buys an item from a good store. She takes it home and doctors the box and then takes it to other stores. Put it down on a counter and you can shove things through the end flap very inconspicuously. They have purses that are gaffed. They can put them down on the counter on top of merchandise and reach down into the purse and pull stuff up into the purse from underneath, through the bottom. I guess this had strong springs because it had to go through the mail. We didn"t think of changing the whole book because they are personalized and arranged in a certain order."

"I can figure that out too, Trav."

She went and got a three ring notebook and opened it up at the index tab which bore the initials F.A.S. "These are the inventory sheets for Mr. Sprenger"s account. I haven"t kept this in the safe or anything. Why should I? Now look at these little figures I wrote in. There are thirty-six double-sided pages, and seven transparent pockets across each page. I number the pages in ink up in the top corners. Okay. Take this stamp here." I read: US #122a* 90c car. blk, w/o grill, VF $1500 ($1375) 28-6-4. The last three figures were written in.

I looked up over my shoulder at her. "Twenty-eighth page, sixth row down, fourth stamp over?"

"I don"t want to seem like I"m accusing Jane."

"Build the case and I"ll try to tear it down."

"Okay. When she was alone here, she could bring these pages back to this little duplicating thing and run off copies. They give her exactly what had been bought for the Sprenger account and the exact order in the book."

"And then she-"

"Let me do it. If I"m going to. Hirsh let her run that little speculative account, bid things in at the auctions, buy things from other dealers. It was like some kind of a joke between them. So she could have bought junk and put it into a duplicate stock book in the same order. And she always got the names put on the books."

"At a luggage store?"

"Luggage and leather goods. Cerrito"s. We walked past it going to the bank."

"So she could get a second stock book labeled Frank A. Sprenger without you or Hirsh knowing?" She nodded. I said, "I wonder if they keep any record."

"Could you go find out? Please? Now? I have to be sure. I just can"t stand... thinking about it and not knowing."

Chapter Fourteen.

When I got back, I noticed her eyes were red. She snuffled and smiled and said, "I"m okay now. What did they say?"

I told her that they liked Jane Lawson at Cerrito"s. Quite a few years ago, knowing that they were giving Hirsh a very special price on imprinting, she had asked if she could do it. The press was in the back room. She had become adept at locking the pieces of type into the press, aligning the alb.u.m properly, and pulling the handle to give it the right pressure to impress the gold leaf letters into the leather. They were happy to have her do it. They enjoyed having her come in. They were shocked at her death and at the suddenness and the ugliness of it.

At M.A."s suggestion, I took her into Hirsh"s office and held her in my arms.

"Now I know the ugliest thing of all," she said. "The last and ugliest thing about it. She had to poison me."

"What!"

She pushed me away and stared at me. "You better believe it. We went to lunch together that day. That was because I was going to eat earlier so I could go to the bank at quarter to one. You know, I"d forgotten about it until today? That was back in May. I don"t know the date. I could look it up. We had exactly the same thing. Exactly. That"s what was so strange about it. I"m never sick. But coming back I told her I was feeling very very peculiar. By the time I got here, I was really really sick. At the restaurant I went to the girls" room after our lunch came. That"s when she must have put something in my coffee to make me toss up everything. You see, Trav, that"s when she must have had the book full of junk all ready, in this box or one just like it, and she knew that Hirsh wouldn"t go to the bank alone because he likes to make a little ceremony out of it. She had to know he"d take her. I didn"t remember that one time because there are a lot of other times I went on the other accounts. And she went sometimes when I couldn"t for one reason or another. You know what? I bet Mr. Sprenger would remember because that would have been the only time he saw her." sick. At the restaurant I went to the girls" room after our lunch came. That"s when she must have put something in my coffee to make me toss up everything. You see, Trav, that"s when she must have had the book full of junk all ready, in this box or one just like it, and she knew that Hirsh wouldn"t go to the bank alone because he likes to make a little ceremony out of it. She had to know he"d take her. I didn"t remember that one time because there are a lot of other times I went on the other accounts. And she went sometimes when I couldn"t for one reason or another. You know what? I bet Mr. Sprenger would remember because that would have been the only time he saw her."

"But wasn"t there another time you went to the bank to put things in Sprenger"s book? July?"

"Right. But there was no reason to look at the old pages, like with the other investors. So n.o.body noticed. Trav, while you were gone, I"ve beat my brains out trying to remember if she had a box like this that day I was sick. I don"t want to be unfair. I don"t want to imagine anything that didn"t really happen. But I keep thinking she had something she said she was going to mail. A package of some kind."

"How could she work the switch?"

"I"d guess maybe she"d go in there with the box empty and the duplicate stock book in her purse. She"d have a chance to slip the stock book full of junk from her purse to her lap, under the table. At the moment Hirsh would be showing Mr. Sprenger the first item, they would both be looking at it, and she could take the book out of her lap and open it on top of the good book and edge the book off into her lap. Probably with one hand she could shove it into the box, past the spring. I mean in that that way, there would always be the book on top of the table. The table wouldn"t ever be empty. Hirsh might remember if she mailed anything." way, there would always be the book on top of the table. The table wouldn"t ever be empty. Hirsh might remember if she mailed anything."

She sat on Hirsh"s desk, and I stood frowning in front of her. "And I"m supposed to shoot it down?"

"I hope you can. I really hope you can. She... just wasn"t that kind of a person."

"In May she scores. Big. In September she"s still here?"

"I know. Mr. Balch"s account must be worth at least two hundred thousand market value."

"Hirsh leafed through the book, and he guessed that the stuff that was subst.i.tuted was worth about sixty-five thousand."

"What? Oh, no. You must have misunderstood. I think he included the good stuff we just added that day." She turned and indicated her notebook. "Jane was here a lot longer than me, but I bet I could take Sprenger"s list and go up to New York with fifteen thousand dollars, and I could buy stuff that would look okay maybe to Mr. Sprenger or to you but not to a dealer. And... Hirsh sent Jane to New York in April to bid on some things when he couldn"t make it."

"So where would she get fifteen thousand?"

"I don"t know know. I just don"t know know."

"Why do you say it that way?"

"Well... because we both do appraisals. You get so you know what to look for. It wouldn"t be any big deal to see something really good and slip it out of the collection and put in something cheap that looks like it. They are estate things usually. The collector is dead. So it just looks like he made a mistake in identification. And it would be a hundred dollars here, fifty dollars there, two hundred in the next place."

"She"d have no trouble selling them?"

"Why should she? It"s like they say, I guess. People start taking a little bit and then more and then a lot. Like a disease. If it was like that with her, Trav, then it wouldn"t make any difference about her in-laws having money, would it?"

"Every big city has rich shoplifters. Kleptos. But the shrinks say they do it to get caught and punished."

"Don"t you see? If something hadn"t happened to her, she would would have been caught. You would have found out." have been caught. You would have found out."

"I would?"

"Hirsh said to me that Meyer told him that you have a kind of weird instinct for these things, that you have your own way of finding out who took what. I guess he"s right. Look what"s happened."

"Part of it has happened. Where did the Sprenger collection go? Who has it? Did somebody take it from her house or take the money she got for it? And are the other investment accounts okay?"

She stared and swallowed and put her hand to her throat. "Oh G.o.d, I hope so. I hope Mr. Benedict"s collection is okay. If anything ever happened to those, it would kill both those old guys, I think." She hesitated, tilted her head. "No, maybe Jane was pretty shifty, but she wasn"t stupid. You just couldn"t sell those nineteen things anywhere. They"re all famous. They"ve all been written up."

"If somebody wanted to get caught, though?"

"Maybe it wasn"t like that with her."

"What do you mean?"

She got up from the edge of the desk and hung her arms around my neck. "I"m getting so I"m imagining things, maybe. I guess it could have been a year ago. Jane got real strange. Jumpy and nervous. She told me confidentially not to tell Hirsh, but she might quit and move away. She got some phone calls here she didn"t want to talk about. They left her real quiet and shaky. And then after a couple of weeks she was herself again. But not really like before. She seemed... resigned and bitter. I was wondering..."

"Wondering what?"

"There are an awful lot of ways somebody could threaten a couple of young girls. She was always terribly concerned about them. If somebody wanted her to steal from the shop... I guess it"s a dumb idea."

"We need all the ideas we can..."

Her fingers dug into my wrists. Her face changed. "Shh! Listen!" she whispered. She tiptoed to the doorway to Hirsh"s cubicle office and looked stealthily around the door frame toward the front door.

"I thought I heard somebody," she said in a normal tone.

"Speak of being jumpy."

"Don"t make fun, huh? I have this sixth sense pretty well developed after five years. I"ve had the idea the last few days that McDermit is having somebody make the usual check on me. It"s about that time. Are you getting that boat ready like you promised?"

"Progress is being made."

"Like what?" she demanded, cool-eyed and skeptical.

"There are blocks that bolt to the deck just forward of the side deck, close to the pilot house. There are ring bolts outside, bolted through the pilot house bulkhead. Two fifty-five gallon-"

"I just wanted to make sure-"