He had not figured any angles yet, which might mean that he did not know how a headquarters really worked. "I'll check with my boss. You check with me tomorrow morning. Just to be safe, bring your letter with you, unsealed but ready to go."
That took care of the aboveboard.
I figured I'd been around long enough—and had explained my problem to enough people—for the word to have spread throughout the headquarters. So I thanked the major, shook his hand, and said I would be heading back to my inn. Did he want to keep the rest of the lunch?
No.
I dawdled through hallways. I loitered in corners. Finally, he found me. He being the first staffer to convince himself that I was not a Venageti agent, and therefore safe, and therefore maybe he could pick up a small gratuity by telling me where I could find the man I wanted.
That had been the whole point of taking the runaround.
"Fort Caprice?" I asked back. He nodded. I crossed his palm with silver. We both got out of there.
I went off disappointed. Major Kronk did not, at least now, belong to the same outfit that Denny and his buddies had.
Dojango and his brothers got back to the inn before I did. When I arrived they were eating like they meant to use up my expense money before the end of the week.
Dojango reported,"Nothing to report, actually. Nothing came in today. But we did bribe a piermaster to let us go down there mornings and wait for the rest of our family to arrive. Quite a coup, I thought, actually."
"Quite a coup," I agreed. I forbore asking where they had gotten the wherewithal to grease a piermaster. Nothing about those boys was going to surprise me anymore.
And I have yet to report half their tricks.
Morley wandered in an hour after I did. "Any luck, Garrett?"
"I found out where her brother is stationed. You?"
"Some."
"Zeck Zack?"
"An interesting character. Nothing secretive about him, supposedly. Everybody knows him. Nothing obvious to connect him with your Kronk people. He's a centaur, an auxiliary veteran who was given citizenship for his service. He's some sort of middleman between the centaur tribes and the merchants of Full Harbor. The darkest rumor about him is that he indulges in a little night trading. He likes to play with human women. The bigger and fatter, the better."
"Can't hang a guy for that," I said, demonstrating my vast tolerance.
"Lucky me."
As proven by the prevalence of accidents like Morley and his buddies, cross-race contact is a sport too popular for us to go lynching the players.
Morley went on,"He does own the house, but he's never there because he's never in the city."
"But there's more."
"Oh?"
"You have a gleam in your eye."
"Probably because I finally found a decent place to eat and got a wholesome meal inside me."
"No. It's more an ‘I know something you don't' kind of gleam."
"You've got me." But he sat on it till I threatened to take him for a boat ride.
"All right. Yesterday somebody decided we were too snoopy and deserved a thumping. Had those guys on to us before we started. We bumped a sore tooth somewhere. Unless our friends from the striped-sail ship were behind it."
"Or Vasco is in town without us knowing it," I added.
"That too. But I thought I'd start with the folks we'd talked to. The down-lane neighbor and Old Witch: no chance. The guy at Zeck Zack's: surly as hell, no help, maybe, but I couldn't be sure. I bribed the vermin to keep an eye on the place. So?"
"Come on! You went to the church?"
"I asked around before I dropped in. You remember what you said about the gold and silver?"
"Yes."
"That church was inside Venageti lines for thirteen days. Afterward, the Sair was praised for talking the Venageti into sparing the church. Then he and his flock talked the army into releasing a hundred twenty prisoners of war as a counter gesture. Everyone thinks he's a great man, full of compassion for the enemies of his church."
I already knew, but he wanted me to ask. So I did. "But you know different, eh? What do you know, Morley?"
"A third of those soldiers he sent home, all supposedly common infantry, were Venageti officers who could have been ransomed or put to the question. They surrendered at the church after exchanging uniforms with dead soldiers. At the order of the chief Venageti undercover agent in Full Harbor."
"The Sair?"
"You got it."
"You go on like you were there."
"I talked to somebody who was."
I raised an eyebrow. I do that very well. It's one of my outstanding talents.
"I took Father Mike for a walk. After I assured him that I have no interest in politics, and would not use what he told me against him, he told me about it. He's the old boy's helper."
"Are all the priests in on it?"
"Just the two. The old boy sent the others to safety when the Venageti began closing in. I guess you can figure why."
"Fewer witnesses. So the old boy sicced the dogs on us because he thought we might dig something up on him."
"No."
"Wait a minute... "
"Father Mike was very positive."
"Who, then, if you eliminate everybody?"
"Always room for another player in the game. I didn't get to talk to the hairy priest. Nor to anybody the others mentioned us to, and everybody admitted they did, though they couldn't remember to who—except that crazy witch. And at her place we had the vermin listening in. There's no telling who they reported to."
"Yeah." This needed some thought. "You've still got the gleam in your eye. You must have gotten around like a bolt of lightning."
"Us breeds can move when we need to. Hybrid vigor."
"So?"
"Your friend Kronk died at that church the day it was liberated. Father Mike was vague about details. Kronk was one of the dozen partisans the Venageti took prisoner. Father Mike didn't think he knew about him and the Sair, but he could have. He doesn't think Kronk was killed while the Venageti were still in control. The body wasn't found till six hours after the army moved in. But two others died at the same time. I have the names of the surviving prisoners if you decide to go howling off down that path."
"That's not what I'm here to do. But give me the names and we'll keep them in mind. In case we keep stumbling over some of them. I see the gleam has gone out. Does that mean the well is dry?"
"Yes. What now?"
"Now I write a long letter to Major Kronk for another major's benefit, while all this information simmers."
"Marinates, you mean. I'm sure you'll soak your brain in a few gallons of beer."
I did not feel up to repartee. Too much to digest. "Tomorrow morning I see my major. Then we do a few more interviews. If we don't strike something hot, the day after we're off into the Cantard."
"Maybe we can bribe a priest to pray for a break," Morley said. "I'm here, but I'm not thrilled about going out there."
"And I am?"
27
There were breaks. They were mixed to say the least.
I went to see my major right after I breakfasted, three eggs gently fried in the grease of a half pound of bacon slowly cooked to a crisp, a mountain of griddle cakes on the side, heavily buttered and buried in strawberry jam. Morley was despondent. He began holding a wake for my health.
He went out when I did, on the trail of roots and berries, barks and grasses, that would hold still long enough for him to prey upon them.
The triplets headed for the waterfront to wait for their relatives. I sincerely hoped they had none anywhere. I figured my luck was running so hot a platoon would descend on me like orphans left on the church steps.
I didn't have to wait long or put up with much before I was told I could see the major. My outlook began to improve.