Old Tin Sorrows

Chapter 5

I dropped to my knees by the doorframe, examined the lock. There were a few fine scratches on the old bra.s.s plate surrounding the keyhole. As I said, a primitive piece of hardware, pickable by anyone with patience. I leaned forward to see what I could glim through the keyhole.

Nothing. It was dark in there. I"d left a lamp burning. Trap?

If so, a dumb one. Especially not getting the door all the way shut. These old boys weren"t pros but I didn"t see them making that basic a mistake. And if not a trap, but just a search, I doubted they"d snuff the lamp. That was a dead giveaway.

The word disinformation trotted through my mind. From the spy game. Provide not just false information but more information than necessary, most of it untrustworthy, so that all information received came under the shadow of doubt.

I backed off, leaned against a wall, nodded to myself. Yeah. That felt like a good intuition. I was going to be allowed to find out all kinds of things, most of which were untrue, useless, or misleading. Hard to put a puzzle together when you"ve got three times too many pieces.



Which still left me faced with a decision what to do right now. It was still possible there was some clumsy idiot hiding in the dark waiting to whack me. So why not play the game right back? The hall was a good twelve feet wide, oversize like everything else in that house, and cluttered up with the usual hardware. Not twenty feet from me was a suit of armor. I got it and lugged it over in front of the door, pushed it up close, backed off, snuffed the nearest hall lamps so whoever was inside wouldn"t see anything but a silhouette. Then I got behind the tin suit, gave the door a nudge, walked the armor ahead a couple of feet, stopped like I was startled.

Nothing happened. I backed out and got one of the hall lamps and took it inside.

n.o.body there but me and my decoy. I checked the closets and bedroom and dressing room. n.o.body there and nothing obviously disturbed. If the place had been tossed, it had been done by an expert so good he"d noticed and replaced the little giveaways I"d rigged.

So what did we have here? Somebody had gone to the trouble of picking the lock just to snuff a lamp?

I closed the door, patted the armor"s shoulder. "Somebody"s playing games, old buddy. I think I"ll let you stick around."

I lugged it over and shoved it into a cloak closet just big enough to contain it, lighted my lamps, took the hall lamp back, lighted the lamps there, went inside, locked up, sat down at the writing table to let my dinner digest.

Didn"t work too well. I need a beer or two to get the most out of those occasions. I had to do something about the shortage. In fact, it might be a good idea to vanish for a while and consult some experts.

There was ink and paper and what not in the drawer under the table. I got it out and started making notes. I put down the names of everyone I"d met and hadn"t, and a mystery woman to the side. Peters, Dellwood, the General, Cook, Jennifer. Hawkes, Chain, and Kaid. Tyler and Wayne, who had the night off, and somebody named Snake Bradon, who was antisocial and wouldn"t come in the house. Somebody named Candy who, theoretically, didn"t count because he"d been fired long ago. And Harcourt, who used to sneak his girlfriends in, but who had left six months ago.

Eighteen people here, according to Cook. By my count, eleven, plus the mystery blonde. We had us what the Marines call a manpower shortfall. Someone tapped on the door. "Yeah?"

"Peters, Mike." I let him in. "What"s up?"

"I brought you a list of the missing stuff. Can"t guarantee it"s complete. Not the kind of stuff you see everyday and notice is gone right away." He handed me a wad of papers. I sat down and looked it over.

"This is a lot of stuff." And all small. Each item had a guessed value noted. Stuff like gold medals, old jewelry belonging to Stantnor women long dead, silver serviceware disdained by rough, tough ex-Marines, decorative weapons.

"If you want, I can go through the house room by room and get a better count. Trouble is, it"s hard to tell what"s gone because there isn"t anybody who knows what all belongs."

"Don"t seem worth the trouble. Unless you could find out about something that could be traced." Little on the list fit that description. The thief had shown restraint.

Even so, he"d gotten enough so the bottom line made my eyes bug. "Twenty-two thousand marks?"

"Based on my best guess at the intrinsic value of metal and gems. I a.s.sume there"d be a big knockdown at a fence."

"There would be, partly offset by artistic value. A lot of this don"t look like the junk that gets melted down."

"Maybe."

"Are we committed to finding the thief?" I was, that being the commission I"d accepted from the General. I was fishing for Black Pete"s feelings.

"Yes. The old man may not have long. I don"t want him going off burdened by knowing somebody got away with betraying him."

"Right. Then what I"ll do is subcontract a search for the fence. Sometimes it helps to come back at a thief from the other end. Work me up a description of four or five outstanding items and I"ll have somebody try to find them."

"You"ll have to pay for that?"

"Yes. You going to squeeze the General"s coppers?"

He smiled. "I shouldn"t. But I"m not used to not having to watch every one. Anything you need?"

"I need to know more about the people here." I looked at my list. "Counting three guys I haven"t met and not counting my ghost lady, I come up with eleven names. Cook tells me eighteen. Where"re the the other seven?"

"I told you she has some loose threads. She"s been here since they built the first place-literally-and she never quite knows what year it is. When we first came here from the Cantard there were eighteen people, counting her and Jennifer. More before the old man finished dismissing the old staff. Now eleven is right."

"Where did the others go?"

"Sam and Tark just up and died on us. Wollack got on the wrong end of a bull when we were breeding cows and got himself gored and trampled. The others just drifted away. They got fed up, I guess, hung around less and less, then just didn"t come back."

I leaned forward, got a fresh sheet of paper, divided five million by two and gave two and a half mil to Jennifer, then divided two and a half by sixteen and came up with a hundred fifty-six thousand marks and change.

Not bad. And I never knew anybody who would walk on a hundred fifty thousand, gold or silver.

I did some more math. Nine into two and a half million came out two hundred seventy-seven thousand and change. d.a.m.ned near double your money.

Was there something else going on here?

I didn"t mention it. It was something to keep in mind, though.

"You onto something?" Peters asked.

"I doubt it."

Time for some footwork. "Having a little trouble making sense of things. There any way we can find out where those four men are now? Also, I"m going to need to know more about the General"s bequeathal arrangements."

He frowned. "Why?"

"It"s a large estate. You said he used his bequests as a hammer. Maybe he ran those guys off. Maybe one of them might be trying to get even, either by doing the stealing or slipping him poison."

"You"ve got me there." He looked it.

"Two things, then. A copy of the will. And find out if there was a clash between the General and any of those four."

"You don"t really think they"d be sneaking back?"

I didn"t, no. I thought they were dead. With my confidence in human decency aroused, I was sure somebody was playing a game of last one left-and doing such a d.a.m.ned good job, n.o.body else was suspicious. But...If somebody was, then that somebody was innocent of trying to murder the old man. That somebody would want to keep the General healthy while the field was narrowed. That somebody might even bring in an outside specialist...presuming he had a genuine cause for concern.

"Anyone have a spare key or master key for my room?"

That caught him from the blind side. "Dellwood. Why?"

"Somebody picked the lock and got in between the time I left for supper and the time I came back here."

"Why would...?"

"Hey. That"s a petty one compared to why would somebody want to kill the General. If that somebody exists he might be real nervous about me. What did you all do when you split up after supper?" I was going to play logical puzzle. Eliminate me and Cook because I didn"t do it and she was with me. Take Dellwood off the hook because he didn"t need to pick locks. Peters because he knew about me already. Eliminate anybody who was with them the whole time...

"Dellwood would have gone to get the General up and ready for dinner. I a.s.sume Jennifer went with him. She usually does. She stays till Cook brings his food and helps him eat if he can"t manage himself. I was in my quarters writing up the list from notes."

"Uhm." I thought a minute. "I do have one problem with this, Sarge. And that"s a reason for being here. I need to ask questions. I need to find loose strings I can pull on. Kind of hard to do that when I don"t have a good excuse. Cook"s already told me I"m too nosy."

"I suppose. I had hopes but I didn"t really think you could manage without giving yourself away."

"How many people know about the missing trinkets? As opposed to how many know you think somebody"s trying to kill the General? Why not tell the truth? Say the old man hired me to find out who"s stealing from him. They might even find it amusing if they think he"s imagining it. And the would-be a.s.sa.s.sin should relax. The others might open up after I convince them somebody is stealing from the old man. Right?"

"I suppose." He didn"t like it, though.

"Figure out a way to let it get out. So everybody knows but it seems like I don"t know they know. Maybe joke about the General having another fantasy."

"All right. Anything else?"

"No. I"m going to turn in. I"m going to roll out early and make a run into the city to put somebody on the track of the stolen goodies."

"Is that a hint?"

It was. "I didn"t think of it that way. But I guess it is."

"I"ll see you in the morning, then." He went out.

I locked the door behind him, returned to the writing table.

Seemed to me there might be three puzzles here: who was stealing from the General, who was trying to kill him, and who was eliminating his heirs. It seemed reasonable to suppose that each thing-if any were fact-would be going on independent of the others, since the thefts were petty compared to murder and killing the General wouldn"t be in the interest of whoever was trying to enlarge his share of the estate.

I could be up to my neck in villains.

I did hit the sack right away. I doubt Peters believed I would, because he knew the hours I keep. But I did need sleep and I had plans for the wee hours of the morning.

9.

At home I usually control my internal clock. Go to sleep when I want, wake up when I want, give or take ten minutes. I didn"t leave the clock behind. I woke right on time.

And was aware of a presence before I opened my eyes. I don"t know how. Some sound so soft I didn"t catch it consciously. Some subtle scent. Maybe just a sixth sense. Whatever, I knew somebody was there.

I was on my left side, facing the wall opposite the door, sunk so deep in eiderdown, I couldn"t move fast if you branded me. I tried sneaky, faking a slow rollover in my sleep.

I didn"t fool, anybody. All I saw was the tail end of the blonde sliding out the bedroom door. "Hey! Hang on. I want to talk to you." She bolted.

I climbed up out of that bed, tangled myself in the covers, fell on my face, said colorful things. That"s Garrett. Light on his feet. A real gymnast. Has moves like a cat. When I hit the sitting room she was gone and there wasn"t a sign she"d been there. The door was locked.

I lighted a few lamps and surveyed the big room. I hadn"t heard the door. I hadn"t heard a key in the lock. I didn"t like that.

d.a.m.ned spooky old house was the kind that might come equipped with secret pa.s.sages and hidden panels and all that stuff, maybe with secret dungeons below the root cellar and bones buried behind false foundations. I was going to have a nice time here, I was, I was. All I needed to make it a real vacation were ghosts and monsters. I went to the window. The sky was clear. A nail paring of moon was headed west.

"Come on. You"re not trying. We need some rain and lightning. Or at least some fog on the moor and something howling in the night."

Back for a circuit of the room. I didn"t find any secret entrances.

I"d deal with that later, when there was time to measure walls and whatnot. Right now I had to prowl, while at least some of the denizens of the place weren"t keeping track.

I dragged my tinsuit friend out of the closet, into the bedroom. I detached him from the support that held him upright, put him in bed. Better than using pillows to make it look like somebody was home. Looked perfect once I pulled a sheet over his helmet. "Rest easy, buddy."

I didn"t like the way things were going. Somebody here might be less than friendly. I collected my favorite head-knocker, an oak nightstick with a pound of lead in the business end, then slipped into the hall. I was alone out there. One lamp burned. Presumably Dellwood had been around to snuff the others to save oil. He was the only guy I"d seen working, other than Cook.

I"d have to find out what everybody did. Should"ve asked Peters while I had him.

I went to the east end of the hall where a small window looked out on the grounds. Nothing out there but darkness and stars. The werewolves and vampires were taking the night off. I retreated to the first door on the left.

I seemed to be the only inhabitant of that floor in the wing so I didn"t try for quiet. I picked the lock and marched in, lamp in front in my left hand, head-knocker in my right. I needn"t have bothered. The room was a warehouse for cobwebs. n.o.body had been in there in a decade.

I did a cursory inspection, went to the room across the hall. Same story. Every suite on the floor was the same, except the last, which showed signs that someone had visited recently. In that room I noted circles on the mantel where the dust was thinner. Like something had been removed. Candlesticks or small doodads. I tried to get something from the marks left by the visitor"s feet. There"s always hope you"ll find something unique, like maybe feet the size of pumpernickels or only two toes if they run barefoot. It didn"t pay off this time. The intruder had shuffled, probably not intentionally. Not the sort of thing your average thief thinks of.

The search was taking longer than I"d expected. I decided to take a quick tour and leave detail work for later. At least I"d know my way around.

There was a partial floor above mine, reached via an enclosed stair. I went up. That floor was one vast dark room over the great hall. It was stuffed with junk, mostly as dusty as the rooms below. But there was a path beaten from the stairhead across to a stair down to the fourth floor of the west wing. A shortcut. The alternative was to descend to the second floor and cut across on a narrow balcony above the back door, placed there so somebody could address a crowd. Might as well go across, work my way down the west wing, come back on the ground floor and work my way up.

The west wing was inhabited. I didn"t enter any rooms. Maybe tomorrow night. Maybe while I was in town I could have a locksmith check my key to see if he could create a skeleton key for its type of lock.

Fourth-floor hall and a stroll on the balcony there. Nothing. Likewise the third floor and its balcony. The design differed from my wing. The halls were shorter, ending at the doors of the suites of the masters of the estate. Two doors on the third floor showed light underneath. Either somebody was up late or somebody was scared of the dark.

Second floor had only five large suites, probably for honored guests like dukes and counts, firelords and stormwardens, and others a ranking commander might entertain.

The ground floor boasted rooms meant for other purposes. The west wing was where, in times past, the businesses of the estate and its masters had been conducted. The doors to several rooms were open. I invited myself in. I didn"t find anything.

From the west wing I walked across to the east, where I knew I"d be into the kitchen, pantries, dining hall, and whatnot. I"d been through some of that but hadn"t had a chance to pry.

As I pa.s.sed the brave champion still stubbornly skewering his dragon, I got that creepy sensation. I looked around, saw no one. My blonde admirer? I was beginning to think she was a spook.

Not literally. The place was creepy at high noon. It had fallen from a ghost story, but I didn"t entertain the notion that it was haunted. The world is filled with the strange, the magical, the supernatural, but I didn"t figure I"d need haunts to explain anything here. Any schemes here had been set in motion by the root of all evil amongst the living.

A closer examination of the dining room proved it to be what I"d figured, big, with decorations fitting the theme of the house. I wondered how many battles the Stantnors had fought.

The room had a high ceiling, which suggested that part of the second floor east didn"t exist. True. I found out when I explored the pantry.

A door there opened on stairs. One set went up, another down. It was as dark as a vampire"s heart in there. I went up. The way led to storerooms filled with housekeeping goodies, some of which looked like they"d been laid in before the turn of the century. Some dead Stantnor had saved by buying wholesale.

n.o.body swept or dusted but the place was orderly. It was inhabited by moths who found my lamp irresistible.

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