"There's something there, captain," Detective Payne answered, ignoring her.
"Matt, please!" Miss Peebles said.
"Matt, I worked Narcotics for four years," Captain Pekach said. "If there was something, I would know!"
"Matt, go away," Miss Peebles said.
"Well, I hope you're right," Matt said. "But…"
"Precious!" Miss Peebles said firmly.
"Nice to see you, Matt," Captain Pekach said.
"If you'll excuse me," Matt said, smiling, "I think I'll mingle."
"Why don't you?" Miss Peebles said, smiling.
Matt looked around the room for his parents, and when he didn't find them, climbed the stairs from the game room to the dining room on the floor above. There he saw them, at the far end of the room. Talking with Penny's parents.
Christ, I can't handle that!
Penny's mother pities me, and her father thinks I'm responsible.
He turned so that they wouldn't see him.
And found himself looking at the rear end of a good-looking blonde and then the reflection of her face in the huge sheet of plate glass that offered a view of the Delaware River and the Camden works of Nesfoods International.
He walked to her.
She looked at him, and then away.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hello," she said.
"You may safely talk to me," he said.
"How's that?"
"I'm the godfather of the new rug rat," Matt said.
That got a smile.
"Have you got a name, godfather?"
"Matt Payne."
She gave him her hand.
"Susan Reynolds," she said. "I was Daffy's big sister at Bennington."
"That must have been a job."
That got him another smile.
"Can I get you a drink?" Matt asked.
"Why not?" Susan Reynolds said.
"What?"
"They have Chablis."
"Don't go away."
"We'll see."
He went to the upstairs bar and ordered a Chablis and a scotch and soda, no ice, for himself, and returned to Susan Reynolds.
"Thank you," she said.
"You're not from here, are you?" Matt said.
"Now you sound like Chad."
"How's that?"
"A pillar of Philadelphia society, surprised at meeting a barbarian within the gates."
"I didn't mean it that way. But I've never seen you around before. I would have noticed."
"Harrisburg," she said. "Outside Camp Hill."
"Hello," a female voice said behind him.
"Miss Reynolds, may I introduce my mother and father? " Matt said. "Mother, Dad, this is Susan Reynolds."
Matt's mother did not look her forty-five years. She had a smooth, tanned, unwrinkled complexion and a trim body. It was often said that she looked at least fifteen years younger than her husband, a tall, well-built, dignified, silver-haired man in his early fifties.
"How do you do?" Patricia Moffitt Payne said. "Daffy's told me about you."
"You're not supposed to call her Daffy," Matt said.
"I've known her since she was in diapers," Patricia Payne said. "I'll call her whatever I please."
"And it does fit, doesn't it?" Susan Reynolds said.
"I didn't say that," Patricia Payne said.
"I think you're a friend of Mr. Emmons, aren't you, Mr. Payne?" Susan Reynolds asked.
"Charles Emmons?" Brewster Payne asked.
She nodded. "He's a good friend of my father."
"Does that make you Thomas Reynolds's daughter, by chance?"
"Guilty."
"Charley and I went to law school together," Brewster C. Payne said. "I don't know your father. But Charley often mentions him."
"Matt," Patricia Payne said. "You're going to have to say hello to the Detweilers. They know you're here."
"Oh, God!"
"Matt!"
"Yes, ma'am," Matt said.
"Now would be a good time," Patricia Payne said.
"Will you excuse me, please?" Matt said to Susan Reynolds. "I will return."
Making his manners with Penny's parents was as painful as he thought it would be. And it took five minutes, which seemed like much longer.
When he returned to Susan Reynolds, his parents were gone, replaced by two young men who had also discovered the good-looking blonde without visible escort.
"What do you say, Payne?" one of them said. His name was T. Winslow Hayes, and they had been classmates at Episcopal Academy. Matt hadn't liked him then, and didn't like him now. The other one was vaguely familiar, but Matt couldn't put a name to him.
"What do I say about what?"
"Can I get you another drink, Susan?" the other one asked.
"Thank you, but I have appointed Matt booze-bearer for the evening," Susan said, and, raising her glass, added, "And I already have one."
Am I getting lucky?
T. Winslow Hayes and the other left shortly thereafter.
Their hostess appeared.
"I feel duty-bound to warn you about him, Susan," Daffy said.
"Daffy has never forgiven me for refusing to marry her," Matt said. "Don't pay any attention to her."
"You shit!" Daffy said.
Susan Reynolds chuckled.
"He doesn't look very threatening to me," Susan said.
"There are some very nice boys here I could introduce you to," Daffy said.
"Thank you, but no thank you."
I am getting lucky.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you," Daffy said, and left them.
"Oddly enough, I think Daffy likes you," Susan said.
"In her own perverted way, perhaps," Matt said.
"Are you a lawyer, like your father?" Susan asked.
"No."
"You look like a lawyer."
"How does a lawyer look?"
"Like you."
"Sorry."
"What do you do?"
"Would you believe policeman?"
"No."
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Boy Scout's honor."
"How interesting. Really?"
"Detective Matthew Payne at your service, ma'am."
He saw that she now believed him-and in her eyes that he was no longer going to be lucky.
Let's cut to the chase.
"Do you like jazz, Susan?"
"What kind of jazz?"
"Dixieland."
She nodded.
"There's a club, in Center City, where there's a real live, imported-directly-from-Bourbon-Street-in-New-Orleans — Louisiana Dixieland band," Matt made his pitch. "Could I interest you in leaving these sordid surroundings and all these charming people to go there? They serve gen-u — ine southern barbecue ribs and oysters and beer."
Susan Reynolds met his eyes.
"Sorry," she said. "Try somebody else."
"Daffy scared you off?"
"Look, I'm sure you're a very nice fellow, but I'm just not interested. Okay?"
"Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free," Matt said. "May I get you another drink before I leave?"
She held up her glass.
"I have one. Thank you just the same."
"Have a nice night, Susan."
"You, too," Susan Reynolds said.
Although she had hoped to be able to get away from the party without being seen, Susan Reynolds ran into her hostess as she was going down the stairway to the first floor.
"You're not leaving so soon?" Daffy asked, pro forma.
"Thank you for having me, Daffy," Susan said. "I had a lovely time."
"Even if you're leaving alone?" Daffy challenged. "You didn't find anyone interesting?"
"I don't recall saying I didn't find anybody interesting, " Susan said, "just that I was leaving here alone. A policeman offered to take me someplace where the jazz is supposed to be good."
She winked at Daffy, who smiled with pleasure.
"Have a good time," Daffy said.
"I will try," Susan said, and kissed Daffy on the cheek.
"He's really not as bad as I said," Daffy said.