“Maybe so, maybe not. It all depends on what happens to the wives when they are not at home.”
“True. I must admit, Fan, that you have a happy knack of going straight to the heart of a matter. I’m prepared to bet, however, that what is, happening to Terry is rarely prosecuted these days as a criminal offense.”
“That remains to be seen. Just because you’ve been off wallowing in the fleshpots, you needn’t suspect it of everyone else.”
“Who’s been wallowing in fleshpots?”
“Do you deny it?”
“I neither deny nor affirm. I maintain a gentlemanly silence.”
“Just wait until the police get to you. We’ll see then how long you maintain silence, gentlemanly or otherwise.”
“I’ll wait, and I advise you to do the same. No doubt Farley will be over soon, and you can pump him dry.”
“If you think I’m going to stay here and wait for Farley to come when he gets good and ready, you can think again.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going over there immediately, and you’re coming with me.”
“Like hell!” Ben, who had been in a prone position, came quickly erect and planted his stockinged feet on the floor. “Not on your life!”
“Oh, come on, Ben. You deserted me for the entire weekend. The least you can do now is be accommodating.”
“Damn it, I didn’t desert you. I only went off for a couple of days on my own business.”
“Are you sure it was strictly your business? For your sake, let us hope so.”
“At any rate, I’m quite comfortable where I am, and I refuse to budge.”
“Will you come if I kiss you?”
“Don’t tempt me. You know I have no character.”
“I’m prepared to be especially liberal on this occasion.”
“I’m wavering. As a matter of fact, I’m seduced.”
“Good. You will find that I am as good as my word.”
Indeed, she was a great deal better. She was by all odds, Ben thought, the most talented kisser this side of heaven. Or, he amended, his pulses pounding, it would be more appropriate to look for comparisons in the opposite direction. It was neither hurried nor scrimped, and it delayed their departure for longer than Fanny had intended or Ben had hoped.
“You know,” said Fanny finally, “I’m inclined to believe you after all.”
“Regarding what?”
“Regarding what you haven’t been doing this weekend.”
“I haven’t said what I haven’t been doing.”
“Just the same, your reactions are not those of a man who has been satiated, or even appeased.”
“I’d be happy to offer further evidence.”
“No. I have kept my word, Ben, now you keep yours.”
“All right. But we’re choosing the duller of two alternatives.”
He found his shoes on the floor and put them on, while she put on her own and inspected her lips for damage in the mirror above the chest. Minor repairs having been made, they crossed the hall and knocked on Jay’s door; and Fanny, after knocking, opened it without waiting for a response. Jay was seated with his head in his hands, and Farley was sprawled on the sofa, supported on one elbow. Aside from looking up, neither moved when Fanny and Ben entered.
“Hello, you. two,” Fanny said briskly. “Jay, you look absolutely like the wrath. You must go to bed immediately after telling me what happened at police headquarters.”
Jay groaned and put his head back in his hands. Farley opened his mouth to answer, and then said nothing; but he neglected to close his mouth. Captain Bartholdi appeared suddenly in the kitchen doorway.
“Who are you?” Fanny demanded.
“I was about,” said Bartholdi, “to ask you the same question.”
“Captain Bartholdi, Miss Moran,” Jay said.
“She’s my half-sister,” said Farley. “I don’t remember if we warned you about her or not. If we didn’t, we should have.”
“How do you do, Miss Moran,” Bartholdi said.
“Quite well, thank you. Why don’t you just call me Fanny?”
“Am I correct in thinking that this is Mr. Green?”
“Just call me Ben,” said Ben. “I can see that we’re intruding, so we’ll excuse ourselves. Come on, Fan.”
“Don’t be absurd,” Fanny said. “Are we intruding, Captain Bartholdi?”
“Not at all,” Bartholdi said. “As a matter of fact, I want to talk to you both.”
“I was afraid of that,” Ben said. He went over to seat himself gloomily on the sofa beside Farley, who had, by sitting up, made room. There was still space left for Fanny, and she took possession of it. Bartholdi remained standing, perhaps because standing reinforced his air of command. He already had the feeling, relative to Fanny, that maintaining command would present certain difficulties.
“Are you a police captain?” Fanny said.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s your job to look for missing people?”
“Sometimes.”
“Are you going to look for Terry?”
“I intend to do whatever is indicated.”
This answer struck Fanny as evasive. She studied Bartholdi’s bland Gallic face for a moment, trying to decide if he was reliable and efficient. She had a strong notion that he was both, and a great deal more when more was called for.
“You must be good at your job. You have to be good, don’t you, to get to be a captain?”
“Usually. Sometimes it’s politics.”
“I don’t believe it was politics in your case. I must say I’m relieved.”
“I’ll try to justify your confidence.”
Bartholdi had a feeling about Fanny also, and the feeling was that the interview was going the wrong way. The wrong person, that is, was asking the questions. Not that he was excessively disturbed by this. He was prepared to maneuver from any position.
“Why a captain?” said Ben suddenly.
“What?”
Bartholdi turned his eyes on Ben, startled. He was aware of having been pricked by a shrewd thrust.
“Isn’t it unusual far a captain to be assigned to a case like this?”
“Why so?”
“Well, for one thing, we don’t even know if it amounts to anything yet, and neither do you. In my opinion it doesn’t. For another thing, Terry isn’t what you’d call a VIP. It seems odd that she’d draw so much rank the first thing.”
“All people are important, aren’t they?” This was an interesting young fellow, Bartholdi thought. Have to keep parrying him for a while.
“There you are, Ben,” said Fanny. “I hope you’re ashamed of yourself. How do you think it makes Jay feel when you talk like that?”
Jay was in fact feeling very little except exhaustion and a queer sense of loss that was growing worse. Hearing his name dropped in a conversation that he hadn’t followed, he looked up from his hands, and he focused on the right hand of Bartholdi, which held a newspaper narrowly folded. The newspaper was slapping softly against Bartholdi’s thigh.
“What’s that?” Jay asked.
“This?” Bartholdi lifted the newspaper and stared at it as if he had forgotten it. “Oh, a copy of Thursday evening’s Journal. I found it in the kitchen in a stack of papers.”
“We let them accumulate for a week or so before we put them out in the hall.” Behind their thick lenses, Jay’s dull eyes sharpened and turned toward the telephone. “But Thursday evening’s Journal is on the desk there, where you left it.”
“This is another copy.”
“We only take one. Why would we have two?”
“A good question. There’s a reasonable answer to it, however. Since it’s the copy in which the Personal appeared, it’s reasonable to assume that your wife was expecting and anticipating it. She would have been anxious to see it as soon as possible, Therefore, if she was out when the papers hit the streets, she probably bought an extra copy and carried it home afterward. Do you happen to remember if she was away from home Thursday afternoon?”