"Um . . . actually I"m a little short right now," I hedged.
"In fact, I was looking for . . . Aahzmandius because he owes me money."
"Well, don"t you have any friends you could borrow a million or two from?"
"Not really. They"re all as poor as I am. In fact, I"ve got to go now. d.u.c.h.ess. I"ve got a cab waiting downstairs and every minute I"m here is costing more than you"d im- agine."
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locate him other than knocking on every door in the dimen- sion . . . and I just didn"t have the energy to attempt that even if I had the time. The mission was a bust, and there was nothing to do but pay off Edvick and Pookie, check out of the hotel, and figure out how to signal Ma.s.sha to pick me up and take me to Klah. I hoped that simply remov- ing the ring she had given me would bring her running, but 1 wasn"t sure. Maybe I would be more effective at stopping Queen Hemlock than I had been in finding Aahz. I should have been despairing as I wrote out the checks for my driver and bodyguard in preparation for our parting, but I wasn"t.
Instead, I found myself thinking about the d.u.c.h.ess.
My first reaction to her was that she was a crazy old lady trying to live in the past by maintaining an illusion of wealth that n.o.body believed except her. Ideally, someone who cared should give her a stem talking to and try to bring her back into contact with reality so she could start adjusting to what was instead of what had been or should be. I guess, on reflection, I found her situation to be more sad than irritating or contemptible.
Then, somehow, my thoughts began wandering from her case to my own. Was I as guilty as she was of trying to run my life on was and should be instead of accepting and dealing with reality? I had been an untraveled, untrained youth, and that self-image still haunted me in everything I said and did. I felt I should be a flawless businessman and manager, and treated both myself and others rather harshly pursuing that goal. What was my realityl Even before coming to Perv, many of my a.s.sociates, including Aahz, had tried to convince me I was something more than I felt I was. Time and time again, I had discounted their words, a.s.suming they were either trying to be nice to "the Kid", or, in some cases, trying to badger me into grow- ing up faster than I was ready to.
178 Well, maybe it was time I decided I was ready to grow up, mentally at least. The physical part would take care of itself. One by one, I started knocking down the excuses that had been my protective wall for so long.
Okay, I was young and inexperienced. So what? "Inex- perienced" wasn"t the same as "stupid." There was no reason to expect myself to be adept or even familiar with situations and concepts I had never encountered before. It was crucial not to dwell on my shortcomings. What was important was that I was learning, and learning fast . . .
Fast enough that even my critics and enemies showed a certain degree of grudging admiration for what I was. They, like the Pervects I had encountered on this mission, didn"t care what I didn"t know last year or what I still had to learn, they reacted to what I was now. Shouldn"t I be doing the same thing?
Speaking of "learning, I had always been self-conscious about what I didn"t know, yet I planned to keep on learning my whole life. I always figured that if I ever stopped learn- ing, it would either mean that I had closed my mind, or that I was dead. Putting those two thoughts together, it occurred to me that in being ashamed of what I didn"t know, I was effectively apologizing for being alive! Of course there were things I didn"t know! So what? That didn"t make me an outsider or a freak, it gave me something in common with everyone else who was alive. Instead of wasting my energy bemoaning what I didn"t know, I should be using what I did know to expand my own horizons.
The phrase "Today is the first day of the rest of your life" was almost a cliche across the dimensions. It occurred to me that a better phrasing would be "Your whole life to date has been training for right now!" The question wasn"t what I had or didn"t have so much as what I was going to do with it!
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I was still examining this concept when we pulled up to the curb in front of the hotel.
"Here we are, Skeeve," Edvick said, swiveling around in his seat. "Are you sure you aren"t going to need me anymore?"
"There"s no point," I sighed, pa.s.sing him his check.
"I"ve run out of ideas and time. I"d like to thank you for your help, though. You"ve been much more than a driver and guide to me during my stay here. I"ve added a little extra onto the check as a bit more tangible expression of my grat.i.tude."
Actually I had added a lot more onto it. The cabbie glanced at the figure and beamed happily.
"Hey, thanks, Skeeve. I"m sorry you couldn"t find your friend."
"That"s the way it goes sometimes," I shrugged. "Take care of yourself, Edvick. If you ever make it to Deva, look me up and I"ll show you around my dimension for a change.""
"I just might take you up on that," the cabbie waved as I let myself out onto the street.
Pookie had popped out of the taxi as soon as we stopped, so it seemed I was going to have to settle accounts with her out in the open.
"Pookie, I ..."
"Heads up, Skeeve," she murmured, not looking at me.
"I think we"ve got problems."
I followed her gaze with my eyes. Two uniformed police- men were bracketing the door to my hotel. At the sight of me, they started forward with expressions of grim determi- nation on their faces.
Chapter Nineteen:.
""I am not a crook!"
-ANY CROOK "ZAT EES HEEM! Ze third from ze right!"
Even with the floodlights full in my face, I had no diffi- culty recognizing the voice which floated up to me from the unseen area in the room beyond the lights. It was the waiter I had clashed with the first night I was on Perv. The one who claimed I had tried to avoid paying for my meal by fainting.
I wasn"t surprised by his ability to identify me in the lineup. First of all, I had no reason to suspect his powers of observation and recall were lacking. More important, of all the individuals in the line up, I was the only one who wasn"t a Pervect. What"s more, all the others were uniformed policemen! Nothing like a nice, impartial setup, and this was just that . . . nothing like a nice, impartial setup.
What did surprise me was that I didn"t seem to be the least bit upset by the situation. Usually, in a crisis like this, I would either be extremely upset or too angry to care. This time, however, I simply felt a bit bemused. In fact, I felt 182 Robert Asprin 183 so relaxed and in control of myself and the situation, I decided to have a bit of fun with it ... just to break the monotony.
"Look again, sir. Are you absolutely sure?"
I knew that voice, too. It was the captain who had given J.R. and me so much grief the last time I had the pleasure of enjoying police hospitality. Before the waiter could re- spond, I used my disguise spell and switched places with the policeman standing next to me.
"I am sure. He ees the third . . .no, the second from the right!"
"What?"
Resisting the urge to grin, I went to work again, this time changing everyone in the lineup so they were identical im- ages of me.
"But . . . but thees ees imposs-ible!"
"MISTER Skeeve. If you don"t mind?"
"Excuse me, captain?" I said innocently.
"We"d appreciate it a lot if you"d quit playing games with the witnesses!"
"That makes us even," I smiled. "I"d appreciate it if you quit playing games with me! However, I think I"ve made my point."
I let the disguise spell drop, leaving the policemen in the lineup to glare suspiciously at each other as well as at me.
"What point is that?"
"That this whole lineup thing is silly. We"ll ignore the bit with putting all of your colleagues up here with me for the moment and a.s.sume you were playing it straight. My point is that I"m not the only one who knows how to use a disguise spell. Anyone who"s laid eyes on me or seen a picture of me could use a disguise spell well enough to fool the average witness. That invalidates the lineup identifica- tion as evidence. All you"ve established is that someone with access to my image has been seen by the witness . . .
not that I personally, was anywhere near him."
There was a long silence beyond the lights.
"You"re denying having had any contact with the witness?
I take "it you recognize his voice."
"That"s a rather transparent catch question. Captain," I laughed. "If I admit to recognizing his voice, then at the same time I"m admitting to having had contact with him.
Right?"
I was starting to actually enjoy myself.
"As a matter of fact, I"m willing to admit I"ve had dealings with your witness there. Also with the doorman and bellhop, as well as the other people you"ve dragged in to identify me. I was just questioning the validity of your procedure.
It seems to me that you"re putting yourself and everyone else through a lot of trouble that, by itself, won"t yield any usable results. If you want information about me and my movements, why don"t you just ask me directly instead of going through all this foolishness?"
The floodlights went out suddenly, leaving me even more blinded than when they had been on.
"All right. Mister Skeeve. We"ll try it your way. If you"ll be so good as to follow me down to one of our "interview"
rooms?"
Even "trying it my way"" was more ha.s.sle than I expected or liked. True, I was out from in front of the floodlights, but there were enough people crowded into the small "inter- view room"" to make me feel like I was still on exhibition.
"Really, Captain," I said, sweeping the small crowd with my eyes. "Is all this really necessary?"
"As a matter of fact, it is," he retorted. "I want to have witnesses to everything you say as well as a transcript of our little conversation. I suppose I should inform you that anything you say can and may be used against you in court.
184 Robert Asprin 185 What"s more, you"re ent.i.tled to an attorney for advice during this questioning, either one of your choice or one of those on call to the court. Now, do we continue or shall we wait for a legal advisor?"
My feeling of control dimmed a bit. Somehow, this seemed much more serious than my last visit.
"Am I being charged with anything?"
"Not yet," the captain said. "We"ll see how the question- ing goes."
I had been thinking of trying to get in touch with Shai-ster, one of the Mob"s lawyers. It occurred to me, however, that just having access to him might damage the image I was attempting to project of an innocent, injured citizen.
"Then I"ll give the questioning a shot on my own," I said. "I may holler for legal help if it get"s too rough, though."
"Suit yourself," the policeman shrugged, picking up the sheaf of papers he had brought in with him.
Something in his manner made me think I had just made the wrong choice in not insisting on having a lawyer. Nerv- ously, I began to chatter, fishing for rea.s.surance that things really weren"t as bad as they were starting to seem.
"Actually, Captain, I"m a little surprised that I"m here.
I thought we had covered everything pretty well my last visit."
The police who had picked me up in front of my hotel and delivered me to the station had been extremely tight- lipped. Beyond the simple statement that" "The captain wants to see you," they hadn"t given the slightest indication of why I was being pulled in.
"Oh, the IDs were just to confirm we were dealing with the right person," the captain smiled. "A point you have very generously conceded. As to why you"re here, it seems there are one or two minor things we didn"t cover the last time we chatted."
He picked up one of the sheets, holding it by his fingertips as if it were extremely fragile or precious.
"You see, just as I promised, we"ve run a check on you through some of the other dimensions."
My confidence sank right along with my heart . . . deep into the pit of my stomach.
"For the record," the captain was saying, "you are Skeeve, sometimes known as "the Great Skeeve" . . . orig- inally from Klah with offices on Deva?"
"That"s right."
"Now it seems you were somehow involved in a war a while back , . . somewhere around Possiltum?""
There was nothing for me to duck there.
"I was at that time employed as Court Magician of Pos- siltum. Helping to stop an invading army was simply a part of my duties."
"Really? I also have a report from Jahk that says you were part of a group that stole the Trophy from the Great Game. Was that part of your duties, too?"
"We won that fair and square in a challenge match," I flared. "The Jahks agreed to it in advance . . . and darn near beat our brains out before we won."
"... Which you did with much the same team as you used to stop the aforementioned invading army," the captain commented drily.
"They"re friends of mine," I protested. "We work to- gether from time to time, and help each other out when one of us gets in a jam."
"Uh-huh. Would you describe your relationship with the Mob the same way? You know, friends who work together and help each other out of jams from time to time?"
186 Whoops! There it was. Well, now that the subject was on the table, it was probably best to deal with it openly and honestly.
"That"s different," I dodged.
"I"ll say it is!" the captain snarled. "In fact, I don"t think different begins to describe it! In all my years on the force I"ve never heard of anything like it!"
He scooped up a handful of paper and held it up dramat- ically.
"From Klah, we have conflicting reports. One source says that you were instrumental in keeping the Mob from moving in on Possiltum. Another has you down as being a sub-chieftan in the Mob itself!"
He grabbed another handful.
"That"s particularly interesting, seeing as how Deva re- ports that you stopped the Mob from moving into that dimen- sion. What"s more, you"re being paid a fat retainer to main- tain the defenses against the Mob, even though it seems that much of that retainer is going toward paying off your staff . . . which includes two bodyguards from the Mob and the niece of the current head of the Mob! All of which, of course, has nothing to do with the fact that you own and operate a combination hotel and casino and are known to a.s.sociate with gamblers and a.s.sa.s.sins. Just what kind of game are you playing, MISTER Skeeve? I"m dying to hear just how you define "different!" "
I considered trying my best to explain the rather tangled set of relationships and circ.u.mstances that define my life just now. Then I considered saving my breath.
"First, let me cheek something here. Captain. Does your jurisdiction extend to other dimensions? To put it another way, is it any of your business what I do or don"t do away from Perv, or did you just pull me in here to satisfy your curiosity?"
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