The wagon stopped. Morley said, "Crask"s inside. He"s unconscious."
"Another anticlimax."
"What"re you talking about?"
"For years I"ve expected this. It was going to be an epic battle. Bodies flying around, knocking down houses, busting holes in the street. Going on for hours. Everybody"d have to bring a lunch. Instead we b.u.t.t heads with them three times in the last few days and hardly got a scratch for our trouble."
"So we caught them when they were weak. That"s the smart way to do it. Hang on. This one"s bleeding. h.e.l.l. He"s got a knife stuck in him! I"m not so sure I want to snuggle up with Tama Montezuma after all."
I used strips torn from Sadler"s jail smock to bind his wrists behind him. He made vague gurgling sounds. I asked, "Where is she? She in there?"
"Bad news, Garrett. More bad news. There"s n.o.body in here but me and Crask and ten kegs of Weider"s cheapest beer. And the dwarves will come looking for that before long."
"Awk!" Eight pounds of outrage in a three-pound package slammed down onto my shoulder. I lurched toward the wagon.
Morley was right. There was no beautiful woman in there at all, let alone the marvelous Miss Montezuma. "Where did she go? How could we lose her? Singe? Singe, where are you?"
Singe didn"t answer me. I scurried around calling her name. Morley started laughing. He gasped, "We"ve been had, Garrett. You realize that? We"ve been snookered by a ratgirl."
"Yuck it up, you glorified greengrocer."
He kept laughing. "We can"t go anywhere without Pular Singe. Not if we want to get there ahead of Relway or North English or Belinda. Only question left is, did the kid do it on her own or did Reliance put her up to it?"
"You really think it"s that hilarious?"
"Well, no, actually. I don"t enjoy getting slicked, either. I"d rather it was me doing the slicking. But you and I don"t really need the money. We just think it"d be nice to keep North English from getting it back. And you want Montezuma for what she did to the Weiders."
I grunted, grumped. "I think I"ll just go home and go to bed now."
"Why?"
"I should"ve expected this. Nothing in this whole d.a.m.ned mess had gone the way you"d expect it to or made any sense while it was going to h.e.l.l. So I think I"ll just wish Singe good luck, drop out now, and let the loose ends tie themselves up on their own."
"Garrett, there"s sure to be a fortune involved."
"You just told me you don"t need the money."
"I didn"t say it wouldn"t be nice to have it."
"Tinnie is still back at the Weider place." So was my sometime partner. But he could look out for himself. I was little peeved with him.
"You want Winger to score on this one?"
"You think she"d ditch the old guys?"
"I think Saucerhead will actually have a thought somewhere along the way, will say it out loud, will get no answer, and will discover that he no longer has one of his companions."
"Playmate..."
"Is so honest he"s easier to flummox than Saucerhead is. He won"t suspect a thing if she tells him she had to step into an alley to get rid of some of that beer. Tharpe would be suspicious, though. He"s dim but his light isn"t all the way out. And he"s had experience with Winger."
Relway"s troops began filtering out of the darkness. That put an end to all speculation.
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot began swearing his black heart out. Maybe my partner took Singe"s coup personally even though it didn"t really have much to do with him.
107.
That really should"ve been the end of it, I thought. Most of the guilty had been exposed as villains. The whys and some of the wherefores of their crimes had been dragged sniveling into the sunlight. Clever exposure of truths dredged from evil minds and a judicious stimulation of wicked rumor by my sedentary sidekick, mainly behind my back, resulted in an indefinite postponement of the Cleansing. It particularly disarmed Glory Mooncalled by laying waste to his beloved rebel image. The more exciting rumors even stirred a Royal Inquest into the behaviors of Perilous Spite when some of his peers began to wonder if those rumors had substance and Spite might plan to use captured shapeshifters in some wicked scheme of his own.
The Dean Man hadn"t dared touch the stormwarden"s mind at Weider"s but four centuries of observing human misbehavior closely had allowed him to manufacture rumors that got the Hill churning like an overturned anthill. Spite"s enemies soon resurrected old questions about his management of the secret and special services during the war. Even his friends began to wonder aloud about several mysteries surrounding his tenure.
Working with Ty Weider, whom he liked for some reason, His Nibs even helped fashion a face-saving formula whereby Ty Weider and gorgeous Giorgi Nicholas could honorably evade an alliance not even their parents found particularly desirable anymore. That mostly took exposure of the truth that only inertia was keeping any of the princ.i.p.als committed and quiet revelation of the "fact" that Ty would be unable to father an heir.
Life was good for Garrett. I had plenty of time to do what I do best, which is nothing.
But Tama Montezuma was still on the run. And Pular Singe hadn" t been seen since she"d deserted me, though Reliance and Fenibro both accused me of having squirreled her away in my harem. Neither Belinda nor Relway eased up on their machinations and malfeasances. Neither gave a rat"s whisker if the Dead Man did know what they were doing. The Dead Man, of course, didn"t make their mischief public, as he did with The Call, Perilous Spite, and his own personal fallen angel, Glory Mooncalled.
The stormwarden was particularly not happy but didn"t get a chance to look for the source of his embarra.s.sment. Odds were he never would. He had to devote all his genius to the manufacture of plausible explanations of how a man with his talents could blunder so often and so egregiously while Karenta"s chief spymaster and still have grown filthy rich. Rumor began to speculate about possible past connections with the Dragons.
The day had been saved. I think.
At times I wonder, though, if TunFaire really deserves saving-whether the threat is from our own homegrown monsters or those from outside our experience.
If we didn"t have a thousand religions already, I" d get me a black outfit and a big black book, grow a scraggly beard and start squawking about salvation and redemption. I know where I can get a black goat.
Grudgingly, of course, I admit that the Dead Man"s efforts had made it possible for life to return to normal at the Garrett homestead. Or as nearly normal as a place can be while infested by a menagerie. It was a good week. Not one wannabe client came pounding on my door.
Dean had the place looking respectable again. Saucerhead and Winger had gotten the Dead Man back onto his wooden throne, not obviously the worse for his adventure. He looked like he"d never left home but certainly didn"t think like it. He remained way too excited to fall asleep. Strategically, it would"ve been a great time to take on another tough case. Old Bones was up for anything that would let him show off. The only downside was that he just would not leave off complaining about having been stuffed into that settling tank. And never mind the fact that the ruse had been his own brainchild entirely. I"d nothing to do with the planning or execution of his scheme. I"d had only the shortest and most ambiguous warning that he intended to come to the party.
Dean complained more than the Dead Man did. He hadn"t enjoyed having to move out, even for just a few days, never mind that it had been for appearance"s sake. He refused to accept that explanation. He was going to make sure I shared his unhappiness.
Fortunately, Tinnie came around several times to help him clean and to cheer him up and to make him feel guilty about being alive. Her visits offered me blessed respites from both cranksters.
I caught up on my gossip with Eleanor. I scandalized Mrs. Cardonlos by telling her that I knew she was a police spy but I didn"t mind that. I"m now convinced that she is Relway"s creature. But I don"t care. Me telling her I know she is a police spy has her backing off. It"s clear she doesn"t want such ideas to afflict her less tolerant neighbors.
To my complete and eternal astonishment everyone who had hired me paid all the fees and expenses I claimed. I was boggled because there were so few quibbles. Marengo North English astonished me by not holding a wake for each copper he had to let go. I got the distinct impression that he was in a huge hurry to get me the h.e.l.l out of his life.
Despite all the good news my life was not very satisfying. A lot of people had gotten hurt and not many of the ones who did had deserved it. I couldn"t help feeling there must"ve been more I could"ve done to keep evil at bay. Something I should probably be doing still.
Sometimes life may make no sense but you can"t give up on it. You"ve got to soldier on. You probably can"t win but if you abandon the struggle the darkness rushes in and swallows everything. But, on the other hand, you do get tired fighting the good fight. Me, Block, even Relway sometimes, we all feel faded, like the steel has gone, leaving no heat.
108.
I was relaxed. I was comfortable. It was time to go review with old Chuckles. He had to be over his worst grump about how unfair it was that everybody had done things exactly the way he"d told them to.
I strolled across the hallway. Up for"ard Cap"n Beaky rehea.r.s.ed his lines for his next effort to incite mutiny or mayhem. Once I entered his room I found that His Nibs still hadn"t started snoring. "Can we talk now? You"ve had a week. That"s time enough to get over it."
He didn"t say no.
"That old man at Weider"s the other night. That really was Glory Mooncalled, wasn"t it?"
Yes.
"He was a big disappointment, eh?"
Indeed. Time, as ever, is a villain.
I waited. He added nothing, though, so I had to ask, "What wicked trick did time play you?"
Time caused change. The fiery idealist of yesteryear has become a cold blooded, cynical, power-seeking opportunist indistinguishable from those he wanted to displace when he was younger. My illusions are dead. My innocence is gone.
"Pardon me," I gasped once I regained control. My stomach muscles ached, I"d laughed so hard. "That"s the best story I"ve heard since the one about the blind nun and the snake with no teeth. And I was just about convinced that you didn"t have a sense of humor."
Your sophmoric jocularity provides striking evidence in condemnation of that entire concept. Which is an entirely human conceit, I might note, and highly overrated.
"Humor, you mean? h.e.l.l, even ratpeople have a sense of humor, Old Bones." In fact, fewer humans have a good sense of humor than do members of almost any other race.
Speak of the humorless. Dean interrupted before we got going good. He was carrying two chairs. He dropped them and left. He was back a minute later with a sawhorse, then left again. Next time he lugged in a couple of planks.
I asked, "What the devil are you doing?"
"Making a table."
"Why?"
"For a dinner party. This"s the only room that"s big enough."
"Dinner party? What dinner party?"
I invited several friends in for the evening. invited several friends in for the evening.
"You invited several friends? Without bothering to consult your landlord?" Or even bothering to invite him? "I want to talk about my friends. You had a couple of hours to burgle brains. What did you learn? Give!" invited several friends? Without bothering to consult your landlord?" Or even bothering to invite him? "I want to talk about my friends. You had a couple of hours to burgle brains. What did you learn? Give!"
Nothing of significance which you do not already know.
He seemed unusually reticent. That suggested his ego was involved. Which meant his productivity had disappointed him. "You didn"t get anything? What were you doing? Helping Trail and Storey suck down the beer?"
Dean brought two more chairs. I hadn"t seen them before. He must"ve borrowed them somewhere. He reported, "Both Mr. Weiders send their regrets but Mr. Gilbey will attend. Miss Alyx and Miss Giorgi will accompany him."
The proximity of the stormwarden made extreme caution necessary. And a great deal of attention had to be invested in tracking and, in time, controlling Glory Mooncalled. Likewise, the parrot. I had little attention left for mental espionage. He wasn"t usually so defensive. His testiness was a clue to his mental state. He couldn"t brag about his efforts that night. Which suggested he had done very little that I might find useful. Normally, he can discover something self-aggrandizing in almost anything. He wasn"t usually so defensive. His testiness was a clue to his mental state. He couldn"t brag about his efforts that night. Which suggested he had done very little that I might find useful. Normally, he can discover something self-aggrandizing in almost anything.
"But you already gave me enough to wreck the stormwarden and cripple The Call. So what was going on inside North English"s head? Did he put Tama up to running the Wolves?"
I do not know. I was not able to penetrate the man"s mind. do not know. I was not able to penetrate the man"s mind.
What? "Uh...Not able or didn"t try?"
Some of each. Mainly the latter as it appeared it would be a difficult task. He appeared to possess the same protection that the Montezuma woman did.
But he had had time to shop through the heads of Nicks and Ty and Max and discover that n.o.body really wanted the wedding to go on.
Many is the time I have had to remind myself that he isn"t human, that his priorities aren"t human, and, especially, that what might seem important to me will be trivial to him. "You did dig into Bondurant Altoona"s head, didn"t you? And Belinda"s? And those of other princ.i.p.als?"
I attended that confabulation, humiliating myself by allowing this once proud flesh to be embalmed within a demeaning, noxious cask, only because by doing so I could at last come face-to-face with Glory Mooncalled. I invested a great deal of effort in making that meeting possible. Anything I did on your behalf was incidental. The appearance of the stormwarden, which I did not antic.i.p.ate because I had been out of touch with your researches, complicated matters immensely. In any event, you brought the matter to a successful conclusion.
"But not a satisfying one. And now I have to deal with yet another dark suspicion."
Old Bones simply wasn"t interested in my problems. He shifted his attention to Dean, who was back with more lumber and another report. "Mr. Relway won"t come. However, Colonel Block has indicated that he will be present. Lieutenant Nagit will attend." The old man never glanced at me. This was between him and the Dead Man and my opinion was irrelevant.
And it was my fault alone that both these vipers resided in my house. Not to mention that bundle of colorful snake snack camped out up front. Though that I could blame on Morley...
He did say Lieutenant Nagit? The Dead Man shouldn"t know Nagit from a hitching post. Nor did he know Manvil Gilbey, for that matter. What the h.e.l.l was he up to?
Lieutenant Nagit, though? We might could have become friends if he wasn"t so bigoted. His taste in redheads was impeccable.
I might want to keep an eye on him in that area. Unless a redhead with malicious intent to make me sweat was behind his having received an invitation.
Dean continued, "Marengo North English won"t be here."
Now there was a surprise. Would Marengo dine with the hired help? Who, coincidentally, had become far too familiar with his affairs and and who had a tame Loghyr on staff? Not likely. Particularly in light of my sudden new suspicion, which shouldn"t have been that new, come to think of it. who had a tame Loghyr on staff? Not likely. Particularly in light of my sudden new suspicion, which shouldn"t have been that new, come to think of it.
I had to take a few minutes to settle and reflect upon our interactions.
"Miss Tate will be here." Well, of course she would. Would she ever be far off if Alyx or Nicks were close enough to cause palpitations? Again, not likely.
"What"s the point?" I asked. "We can"t learn anything new from any of those people."
The G.o.dd.a.m.n Parrot"s laughter echoed down the hall. The little monster launched a rant almost certainly stimulated from outside.
Occasionally I have an agenda of my own, Garrett.
Only occasionally?
"Miss Contague will come as well."
What? Why get Belinda in here amongst the gentler lovelies? She was in one of her manic, deadly phases these days. People who had challenged her rule or who had just irritated her lately were finding themselves dead in alleys or turning up missing all over town-though, to Belinda"s credit, she did restrict the mayhem to the realm of business. But when she got into one of these moods where she heard murderous commands in her father"s voice inside her head I preferred to avoid tickling her interest in me. I had hopes that interest would fade into complete indifference eventually.