I decided not to beat her. Of course they were not "good quarters" but they turned out to be good enough. Good enough, that is, to fit coin machines. We had pa.s.sed a penny arcade; such places usually have coin-operated food, dispensers and this one did. The prices were dreadfully high - fifty cents for a skimpy stale sandwich; twenty-five cents for a bare mouthful of chocolate. But it was better than some breakfasts we had had on the road. And we certainly did not steal, as the quarters from my world were real silver.
Then we went to the public library to find out what sort of world we must cope with now.
We found out quickly:
Marga"s world.
Chapter 20.
The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion.
Proverbs 28:1
MARGRETHE WAS as elated as I had been the day before. She bubbled, she smiled, she looked sixteen. I looked around for a private place - back of book stacks or somewhere - where I could kiss her without worrying about a proctor. Then I remembered that this was Margrethe"s world where n.o.body cared... and grabbed her where she stood and bussed her properly.
And got scolded by a librarian.
No, not for what I had done, but because we had been somewhat noisy about it. Public kissing did not in itself disturb that library"s decorum. Hardly. I noticed, while I was promising to keep quiet and apologizing for the breach, a display rack by that librarian"s desk:
New t.i.tles INSTRUCTIONAL p.o.r.nOGRAPHY - Ages 6 to 12
Fifteen minutes later I was waving my thumb again on Highway 77 to Dallas.
Why Dallas? A law firm: O"Hara, Rigsbee, Crumpacker, and Rigsbee.
As soon as we were outside the library, Marga had started talking excitedly about how she could now end our troubles: her bank account in Copenhagen.
I said, "Wait a minute, darling. Where"s your checkbook? Where"s your identification?"
What it, came to was that Margrethe could possibly draw on her a.s.sets in Denmark after several days at a highly optimistic best or after several weeks at a more probable estimate... and that even the longer period involved quite a bit of money up front for cablegrams. Telephone across the Atlantic? Marga did not think such a thing existed. (And even if it did, I thought it likely that cablegrams were cheaper and more certain.)
Even after all arrangements had been made, it was possible that actual payment might involve postal delivery from Europe - in a world that had no airmail.
So we headed for Dallas, I having a.s.sured Marga that, at the very worst, Alec Graham"s lawyers would advance Alec Graham enough money to get him (us) off the street, and, with luck, we would come at once into major a.s.sets.
(Or they might fail to recognize me as Alec Graham and prove that I was not he - by fingerprints, by signature, by something - and thereby lay the ghost of "Alec Graham" in Margrethe"s sweet but addled mind. But I did not mention this to Margrethe.)
It is two hundred miles from Oklahoma City to Dallas; we arrived there at 2 p.m., having picked up a ride at the intersection of 66 and 77, and kept it clear into the Texas metropolis. We were dropped where 77 crosses 80 at the Trinity River, and we walked to the Smith Building; it took us half an hour.
The receptionist in suite 7000 looked like something out, of the sort of stage show that C. U. D. has spent much time and money to suppress. She was dressed but not very much, and her makeup was what Marga calls "high style" She was nubile and pretty and, with my newly learned toleration, I simply enjoyed the sinful sight. She smiled and said, "May I help you?"
"This is a fine day for golf. Which of the partners is still in the office?"
"Only Mr Crumpacker, I"m afraid."
"He"s the one I want to see."
"And whom shall I say is calling?~
(First hurdle - I missed it. Or did she?) "Don"t you recognize me?"
"I"m sorry. Should I?"
"How long have you been working here?"
"Just over three months."
"That accounts for it. Tell Crumpacker that Alec Graham is here."
I could not hear what Crumpacker said to her but I was watching her eyes; I think they widened - I feel sure of it. But all she said was, "Mr Crumpacker will, see you." Then she turned to Margrethe. "May I offer you a magazine while you wait? And would you like a reefer?"
I said, "She"s coming with me."
"But
"Come along, Marga." I headed quickly for the inner offices.
Crumpacker"s door was easy to find; it was the one with the squawking issuing from it. This shut off as I opened the door and held it for Margrethe. As I followed her in, he was saying, "Miss, you"ll have to wait outside!"
"No," I denied, as I closed the door behind me. "Mrs Graham stays"."
He looked startled. "Mrs Graham?"
"Surprised you, didn"t I? Got married since I saw you last. Darling, this is Sam Crumpacker, one of my attorneys." (I had picked his first name off his door.)
"How do you do, Mr Crumpacker?"
"Uh, glad to meet you, Mrs Graham. Congratulations to you, Alec you always could pick "em."
I said, "Thanks. Sit down, Marga."
"Just a moment, folks! Mrs Graham can"t stay - really she can"t! You know that."
"I know no such thing. This time I"m going to have a witness." No, I did not know that he was crooked. But I had learned long ago, in dealing with legislators, that anyone who tries to keep you from having a witness is bad news. So C.U.D. always had witnesses and always stayed within the law; it was cheaper that way.
Marga was seated; I sat down beside her. Crumpacker had jumped up when we came in; he remained standing. His mouth worked nervously. "I ought to call the Federal prosecutor."
"Do that," I agreed. "Pick up the phone there and call him. Let"s both of us go see him. Let"s tell him everything. With witnesses. Let"s call in the press. All of the press, not just the tame cats."
(What did I know? Nothing. But when it"s necessary to bluff, always bluff big. I was scared. This rat could turn and fight like a cornered mouse - a rabid one.)
"I should."
"Do it, do it! Let"s name names, and tell who did what and who got paid. I want to get everything out into the open... before somebody slips cyanide into my soup."
"Don"t talk that way."
"Who has a better right? Who pushed me overboard? Who?"