Puddle gaped.
"I mean it. Plug them up." Once he did shove beefy, grubby fingertips into his furry ear ca.n.a.ls I leaned to the tube. "Crask and Sadler just s.n.a.t.c.hed Belinda." That would get Morley"s attention. "I need a tracker fast."
Dotes was still b.u.t.toning b.u.t.tons and hooking hooks when he hit the bottom of the stairs. A plaintive call pursued him. He ignored his startled customers, eyed my apparel in mock astonishment. "What happened? They knock you out and dress you up before they made the s.n.a.t.c.h?"
"s.n.a.t.c.h? What s.n.a.t.c.h?" Puddle demanded. "It was pansies done it, boss. I got dat on good autority."
"His own," I said. "He makes it up as he goes along. I wasn"t there. CeeJay was. Got himself dead for his trouble. So did Two Toes Harker."
"Harker was a good man. Dog loyal."
"No virtue goes unpunished. They did hurt Crask and Sadler before they bought it. Maybe pretty bad. And so did one of Relway"s guys who showed up during the excitement but couldn"t keep them from getting away."
"They left a trail?"
"They were bleeding."
"Puddle. Run tell Reliance I want his best tracker right now. Tell him Garrett will pay top marks." He showed me sharp teeth, dared me to argue. I didn"t. Ratpeople are venal.
Someday Morley will get his a.s.s in a sling again and come to me. And I"ll get even. And then I"ll pile on the expense charges till I"ve got a lien on his soul. Then I"ll shop around and see if I can"t get a couple bra.s.s tokens for that.
I didn"t warn him. If it comes as a surprise, it"ll be more exciting for all of us.
Puddle took off.
"That shouldn"t take long," Morley said. "Reliance is desperate for cash. Was it smart, you coming here? Being involved with rightsists?"
"My pal Marengo North English is right over there. With the gorgeous brown beast. Supposedly his niece. Incest is best. He"s seen me already. I"ll worry about that after Belinda is safe."
"That would be the infamous Tama Montezuma?"
"The very child. Which you should know, soaring at your new heights."
"I ignore gossip, Garrett. She"s outstanding. And completely wasted on a sour old fart like that."
"Absolutely. So why don"t one of us go over and offer to carry her away from her life of luxury and popular envy? Bet you she"ll jump at a chance to elope with a guy who"s poor but handsome." Then I stunned Dotes by going to squat beside North English"s table.
I pretended to speak to the lady while telling North English, "Belinda Contague was abducted after she left the Weider place. Several men were killed. I know who did it. I"m collecting specialists to go after them. Would you care to join me?"
North English eyed me coolly. He glanced at his companion, who seemed very distressed by the news, then at the shadows to the rear of The Palms. It was hard to make out anything back there but he was, without doubt, cognizant of the management"s background. He was the sort of man who would have found occasional uses for a Morley Dotes. He nodded graciously. "I appreciate the information, Mr. Garrett. And I wish I could could join you. The young lady was quite charming. But, as you can see, I have preclusive obligations. Do let me know how this tragedy plays out, though, won"t you?" join you. The young lady was quite charming. But, as you can see, I have preclusive obligations. Do let me know how this tragedy plays out, though, won"t you?"
The preclusive obligation wasn"t fooled. I winked. Miss Tama Montezuma awarded me a very friendly twitch of her lip. She seemed to be in a strange mood, feeling no affection at all for her uncle. North English seemed pretty cool toward her, too.
Montezuma was no bimbo, whatever her reputation.
When I rejoined him I told Morley, "I have a suspicion that that could be one very interesting woman."
"Darn! And here you are already up to your ugly, unpointed ears in interesting women. What a pity." He eyed the G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot. "What did you do to Mr. Big? He doesn"t look right. Narciscio will be brokenhearted if you-"
"Nothing." Morley"s vain nephew had a place on my list only a couple of slots below his uncle and the talking buzzard.
"He isn"t talking. Not that I mind that right now, right here, understand." Like he feared that I would cozen that ugly jungle crow into being himself for a few minutes. Right here in front of the paying customers.
"This"s where he learned to talk, isn"t it? He really shouldn"t hold back in familiar surroundings. Find him a cracker."
"Garrett!"
"Heh-heh. Come on, pretty boy. Say something for Uncle Morley."
The little vulture persisted in his silence. If there was a way to disappoint me, he was sure to find it.
Morley"s anxienty faded. He put on a smug smile, offered me another fine look at all his pearly whites. He had more of those than two predators deserved. Made me wish I was a ventriloquist after all.
"Ultimate justice does exist, Morley. My hour will come."
"All things are possible. But it isn"t going to happen tonight." Quietly, he had begun flirting with Tama Montezuma. Already.
"Don"t you have something going upstairs?"
"When I have a friend in desperate need? I couldn"t let myself be distracted by trivia."
"I could." And so could he when it suited him. Which was most anytime there was a Tama Montezuma type in the equation.
Puddle joined us. I indulged in silk purse and sow"s ear anatomical reflections. However Morley dressed him Puddle couldn"t look like anything but what he was. Morley takes care of his friends, which keeps them fiercely loyal. They go along with his every mad scheme. Even unto managing upscale vegetarian watering holes.
Personal loyalty tells you more about most individuals than any surface glitter or grime.
Puddle whispered to Morley. The name Reliance occurred several times. I knew it only by reputation. Reliance was a ratman getting just enough above himself to have become feared and respected within his own community. He was part civic leader, part gangster, but as yet not in any way big enough to arouse the ire of humans. Ratfolk respect Reliance because he has enough nerve to deal with other species. They respect any of their own who are strong, good or bad.
Morley beckoned, headed for the kitchen. Puddle oozed along behind us. I glanced back past him. Several people seemed interested in us, North English and his lovely niece in particular.
Could there be a connection between The Call and Belinda"s predicament? Possibly, but it seemed unlikely. North English had thugs of his own by the battalion.
53.
Three ratpeople awaited us behind The Palms. One was Reliance himself. He was bigger than most ratmen and had gray in his fur. He had survived longer than most ratmen did. He was dressed better than any ratman I"d run into before, colorfully, including a pair of tall black pirate boots and an ugly purple-and-white thing flopped on top of his head. He was unusually confident for a ratman.
He needed something to complement the red-and-yellow shirt and the green trousers. Mr. Big really belonged on one of those skinny, sloping shoulders.
Morley introduced me. Reliance produced a pair of specially designed TenHagen spectacles and examined me. Dotes suggested I state my case myself. I did so.
"Belinda Contague, Chodo Contague"s daughter, has been kidnapped. The men who did it are notoriously vicious." I didn"t name names because Crask and Sadler were were so notorious. I didn"t want to scare anybody off. "I need to track them so I can rescue Belinda." so notorious. I didn"t want to scare anybody off. "I need to track them so I can rescue Belinda."
Reliance glanced at his companions. Light escaping from The Palms made his eyes turn red at the right angle.
"Would be valuable to have the friendship of Chodo Contague," Reliance hissed. His Karentine lay just this side of intelligibility. Rat throats don"t handle human speech well. They use a polyglot mess of their own.
Their speech, like most dialects, becomes intelligible if you"re exposed continuously. Like my brother"s speech impediment. I never noticed except when other people asked about it. Which doesn"t happen much anymore. The Cantard wasn"t as kind to him as it was to me.
"It would," I told Reliance. Chodo"s friendships are unpredictable but legendary. He did well by me. I owe him, really. But how do you repay a debt to a human vegetable? Take care of his family? I was doing that now.
Reliance eyed us intently. Most ratfolk aren"t bright. They fall between a brilliant dog and a slow human. This guy was a genius for a ratman. He indicated Morley, then me. "I have heard of you. You worked with Shote. Your reputations are sound." He spoke slowly, carefully, so that we could follow him. He knew neither of us ever did his people any willful harm. Shote was another tracker I"d employed. "I will help you. And Chodo Contague will owe me."
"Absolutely." He didn"t want money? Ratmen always want money-despite being weak on the cause-and-effect relationship between wages and work. They can make dwarves look fiscally indifferent, though only at the pettiest level.
Reliance looked at me sharply. He suspected I"d committed Chodo too fast, too glibly. Tell the rat anything to get what you want. But he knew Chodo"s reputation, too. Chodo always paid his debts. He nodded. "This is Pular Singe." All ratman sibilants tend to stretch out into syllables of their own while r r and and l l sounds get confused. "She is young but very talented." sounds get confused. "She is young but very talented."
I checked his smaller companion. She? That wasn"t obvious. Her apparel didn"t differentiate her. Unlike most human girls she didn"t have obvious female attributes. I guess if you"re ratpeople you can tell. Or there wouldn"t be any ratpeople.
A youngish ratman moved closer, bristling feebly. I said, "If you say she"s the best, then she is and I owe you special thanks."
The ratgirl eyed me shyly, unaccustomed to the company of humans. I gave her a wink and a glimpse of one raised eyebrow. Gets them every time. "What do I call you? Pular or Singe?" Depending on the clan-and I have only the vaguest notion how you tell that, though it has to do with which sorcerer created their particular line-surnames can come front or back.
"She is hard of hearing," Reliance told me. "Her talent is a divine compensation. She does not speak human well. Her cousin Fenibro must translate for you."
Fenibro dipped his muzzle. "She prefers Singe."
"Thank you." Singe, I noted, followed every word, maybe reading lips. Easier done with humans, of course.
Time was getting away. I asked Reliance, "Will you join us yourself?" I meant the question only as a courtesy. It would be hard enough working with the other two. This one might think he had something to contribute.
"I do not think so. I am far too old and slow."
"I"ll tag along, Garrett." Morley announced. "Come here, Puddle."
"You will? I thought you wanted out of this stuff."
"You can"t go after those two alone." The ratpeople would scoot at the first sign of trouble. That was a given. "You think too much. You"d get your candle snuffed. I need you. You"re such a wonderful negative example."
He could be right. Or maybe I owed him money I"d forgotten about. "We"d best go. They"re getting farther ahead all the time." He couldn"t possibly want to tag along just on account of being my friend.
Morley whispered to Puddle. Puddle nodded. He went back into The Palms. Morley pointed a finger at the sky, the moon, and said, "I"m ready."
I told Reliance, "Thank you again, sir. Singe? Fenibro? Ready?" I started jogging. n.o.body had trouble keeping up despite ratmen not being built to run on their hind legs. When they get in a big hurry they bounce off their hands sort of like a gorilla. They move fast when they"re scared.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot remained dumb, which was a blessing. He roused only once, just long enough to emit a sort of puzzled interrogative squeak. If I"d had time, I would"ve been worried about the Dead Man.
54.
"Took you long enough," Relway grumbled. He didn"t look much like the Relway I"d left though the changes were cosmetic and subtle. He"d acquired a drooping shoulder and a slight dragging limp, a lisp and a marked preference for shadows. I doubted even Morley would recognize him later, changed and in a different light. The runt even smelled different. The ratpeople wouldn"t recognize him later, either.
"Took a while to set it up."
"In the middle of the night?"
"I got the best."
Relway eyed the ratpeople. They were sniffing around and muttering. All the violence upset them. "The best is Pular Singe."
"That"s her. You know her?"
"Only by reputation."
Good for Morley and Reliance. Maybe not so good for me. Now I might actually find Belinda fast, which could mean a big fight with TunFaire"s two ugliest bad boys.
They would be like wounded animals, even nastier now they were hurt. Like cornered rats. Snicker.
Crask and Sadler were like a malevolent force of nature, beyond control, subject only to laws they created themselves.
I gave the ratgirl another rea.s.suring wink. That seemed to calm her. She responded with the wedge-toothed grimace her kind thinks const.i.tutes a smile.
There"s a certain pathos to the ratpeople. Most of them desperately want to be just like the race that created them. Poor deluded beasts.
Trackers amaze me. Singe amazed me doubly. And she wasn"t full-grown. She was going to be a legend. Once on the trail she was limited only by her ability to walk fast and mine to keep up. Fenibro kept giving me the ratman equivalent of a big s.h.i.t-eating grin. You"d have thought he he was running the trail. Pular Singe kept looking to me for approval. Boy, did I give her plenty. Evidently she didn"t get much at home. Ratmen don"t treat their young or females well. was running the trail. Pular Singe kept looking to me for approval. Boy, did I give her plenty. Evidently she didn"t get much at home. Ratmen don"t treat their young or females well.
Everybody needs somebody to look down on and treat bad. You wonder who"s left for the young ratwomen, though.
Later I grumbled, "These guys must be headed for the arctic." We had covered several miles, leaving downtown"s seething heart for a neighborhood called the Plain of Cavalry. Centuries ago, when the citizen militia was TunFaire"s only army, the mounted troops a.s.sembled there to practice up for scrimmages with neighboring city-states. In those days the plain was outside the wall. Later the wall was extended to enclose the plain so it could be used as a bivouac in times of siege. They started burying dead soldiers there. Eventually it became a vast graveyard. It"s not much used anymore. It"s become the object of endless dispute. Those who want to build there insist that land inside the wall is too precious to waste on dead folks already forgotten by their own descendants. The descendants disagree. The traditional position has prevailed only because many of the dead are old-time heroes and imperials. But adequate bribes might silence the opposition.
The cemetery is a bivouac again, filled with shanties and crude tents slapped together by refugees. This isn"t popular with the neighbors, who have to suffer more than their share of victimizations. The Call is popular around the plain.
Wary tension filled the cemetery air. There was very little light. There"s no free fuel to be had anymore. I was uneasy because I hadn"t thought to bring a lantern. The moon wasn"t much help-though it gave Singe all the light she needed.
Squatter villages appear wherever there"s open ground. They"re unclean. They stink. It"s only a matter of time till some plague gets started. It can"t be long before the street conflicts engulf the camps.
"Hold up," I told Pular Singe. I gestured, too. She stopped, waited, watched me with a disquieting intelligence. I suspected her hearing problem was less severe than Reliance thought, more a convenience than a handicap. She got my deaf-and-dumb sign language right away, too, though I was rusty. It was a shame Singe had trouble with the common speech. I got the impression she had a real sense of humor.
She had to be some kind of mutant.
"Morley, wouldn"t this pest-hole camp be perfect to disappear in?"
People were moving around us, despite the hour, looking for nothing they could have articulated if asked. Movement itself was the destination.
The squatter population was a volatile mix including every type of refugee. I saw people so exotic they had to be weird to themselves.
"Absolutely," Morley said. "You"d have to be a woolly mammoth to get noticed around here."