Blood sneered. "Or she stole it from him."
"My girls don"t steal!" As a tower long subverted by a hidden spring collapses, Orchid burst into tears; there was something terrible, Silk felt, in seeing that fat, indurated face contorted like a heartsick child"s. Blood slapped her twice, forehand and backhand, without effect, though both blows echoed from the walls of the courtyard.
"Don"t do that again," Silk told him. "It won"t help her, and it may harm you."
Ignoring him, Blood pointed to die still form beneath the sheet. "Somebody get that out of sight. You there. Chenille. You"re plenty big enough. Pick her up and carry her to her room."
The raspberry-haired woman backed away, trembling, the roughed spots on each high cheekbone glaring and unreal.
"May I see that, please?" Deftly, Silk took the dagger from Musk. Its hilt was bleached bone; burned into the bone with a needle and hand-dyed, a scarlet cat strutted with a tiny black mouse in its jaws. The cat"s fiery tail circled the hilt. Following the puffy-eyed brunette"s example, Silk leached under the railing and retrieved his handkerchief from beneath the sheet. The slender, tapering blade was highly polished, but not engraved. "Nearly new," he muttered. "Not terribly expensive, but not cheap either."
Musk said, "Any fool can see that," and took back the dagger.
"Patera." Blood cleared his throat. "You were here. Probably you saw her do it"
Silk"s mind was still on the dagger. "Do what?" he asked.
~->" "Kill herself. Let"s get out of this sun." With a hand on
" Silk"s elbow, Blood guided him into the spotted shade of
, the gallery, displacing a chattering circle of nearly naked
women.
"No, I didn"t see it," Silk said slowly. "I was inside, talking to Orchid."
"That"s too bad. Maybe you want to think about it a litde more. Maybe you saw it after all, through a window or something."
Silk shook his head.
"You agree that this was a suicide, though, don"t you, Patera? Even if you didn"t see it yourself?" Blood"s tone (Bade his threat obvious.
Silk leaned back against the spalled shiprock, sparing his broken ankle. "Her hand was still on the knife when I first ^Sawher body."
Blood smiled. "I like that. In that case, Patera, you agree 1 >,1tiat there"s no reason to report this."
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"I certainly wouldn"t want to if I were in your place." To himself, Silk reluctantly admitted that he felt sure the dead woman had been no suicide, that the law required that her death by violence be reported to the authorities (though he had no illusions about the effort they would expend upon the death of such a woman), and that if he were somehow to find himself in Blood"s place he would leave it as rapidly as possible-though neither honor nor morality required him to say any of these things, since saying them would be futile and would unquestionably endanger the manteion. It was all perfectly reasonable and nicely reasoned; but as he surveyed it, he felt a surge of self-contempt.
"I think we understand each other, Patera. There are three or four witnesses I could produce if I needed them- people who saw her do it But you know how that is."
SUk forced himself to nod his agreement; he had never realized that even pa.s.sive a.s.sent to crime required so much resolution. "I believe so. Three or four of these unhappy young women, you mean. Their testimony would not carry much weight, however, and they would be apt to presume upon your obligation afterward."
Under Musk"s direction, a burly man with less hair even than Blood had picked up the dead woman"s body, wrapping it in the sheet. Silk saw him carry it to the door beyond the entrance to Orchid"s office, which Musk opened for him.
"That"s right. I couldn"t have put it better myself." Blood lowered his voice. "We"ve been having way too much trouble here as it is. The Guards have been in here three times in the past month, and they"re starting to talk about closing us down. Tonight I"ll have to come up with some way to get rid of it."
"To dispose of that poor woman"s body, you mean. You know, I"ve been terribly slow about this, I suppose because diese aren"t the sort of people I"m accustomed to. She was
Orpine, wasn"t she? One of these women mentioned it She must have had the room next to Orchid"s office. Musk and another man have taken her body there, at any rate."
"Yeah, that was Orpine. She used to help out Orchid now and then, running the place." Blood turned away.
Silk watched him stride across the courtyard. Blood had called himself a thief the night before; it struck Silk now that he had been wrong-had been lying, in fact, in order to romanticize what he really did, though he would steal, no doubt, if given an opportunity to do so without risk; he was the sort of person who would consider theft clever, and would be inclined to boast of it.
But the fact was that Blood was simply a tradesman-a tradesman whose trades happened to be forbidden by law, and were inescapably colored by that. That he himself, Patera Silk, did not like such men probably meant only that be did not understand them as well as his own vocation required.
He strove to reorder his thoughts, shifting Blood (and himself as well) out of the criminal category. Blood was a tradesman, or a merchant of sorts; and one of his employ-ees had been killed, almost certainly not by him or even tinder his direction. Silk recalled the pictured cat on the dagger, it reminded him of the engraving on the little needier, and he took it out to re-examine. There were golden hyacinths on each ivory grip because it had been made for a woman called Hyacinth.
He dropped it back into his pocket.
Blood"s name ... If the dagger had been made for him, the picture on its hilt would have shown blood, presumably: a b.l.o.o.d.y dagger of the same design, perhaps, or something of that sort The cat had held a mouse in its Jaws, and mice thus caught by cats bled, of course; but he tSOuld recall no blood in the picture, and the captive mouse been quite small. He was no artist but after putting
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himself in the place of the one who had drawn and tinted that picture, he decided that the mouse had been included mostly to indicate that the cat was in fact a cat, and not some other cat-like animal, a panther for example. The mouse had been a kind of badge, in other words.
The cat itself had been scarlet, but hardly with blood; even a large mouse would not have bled as much as that, and the cat had presumably been tinted to indicate that it was somehow burning. Its upright tail had actually been tipped with fire.
He took a step away from the wall and was punished by a flash of pain. On one knee, he pulled down his stocking and unwound Crane"s wrapping, then flogged the guiltless wall he had just deserted.
When the wrapping was back in place, he went into the room next to Orchid"s cramped office. It was larger than he had expected, and its furnishings were by no means devoid of taste. After glancing at a shattered hand mirror and a blue dressing gown he picked up from the floor, he uncovered the dead woman"s face.
He found Blood in a private supper room with Musk and the burly man who had carried Orpine"s body, discussing the advisability of keeping the yellow house closed that night
Uninvited, Silk pulled up a chair and sat down. "May I interrupt? I have a question and a suggestion. Neither one should take long."
Musk gave him an icy stare.
Blood said, "They"d better not."
"The question first. What"s become of Doctor Crane? He was out there with us a moment ago, but when I looked for him after you left I couldn"t find him."
When Blood did not answer, die burly man said, "He"s