He stopped, wondering whether he sounded convincing. At that moment a long jail sentence or worse seemed inevitable. And the worst part of it was that he had not wanted to take part in the robbery, indeed _had_ not taken part--but in the eyes of the law he was undoubtedly as guilty as any of the others.
Gainer raised one hand. "Don"t misunderstand, son. I"m not here as a criminal investigator. We don"t suspect you had any part in the attempt."
"Then why----"
He drew an envelope from his breast pocket and unfolded the papers it contained. "I knew Max pretty well," he said. "About a week ago he came to see me and gave me a sealed envelope which was to be opened only in the event of his death on this particular day, and to be destroyed unopened otherwise. I opened it a few hours ago. I think you ought to read it."
With trembling fingers Alan took the sheaf of papers and scanned them.
They were neatly typed; Alan recognized the blocky purple characters of the voicewrite Hawkes kept in his room.
He started to read.
The doc.u.ment explained that Hawkes was planning a bank robbery to take place on Friday, October 3, 3876. He named none of his accomplices. He went on to state that one Alan Donnell, an unregistered ex-starman, was living with him, and that this Alan Donnell had no knowledge whatsoever of the intended bank robbery.
_Furthermore_, Hawkes added, _in the event of my death in the intended robbery, Alan Donnell is to be sole heir and a.s.sign of my worldly goods.
This supersedes and replaces any and all wills and testaments I may have made at any past time._
Appended was a schedule of the properties Hawkes was leaving behind.
Accounts in various savings banks totalled some three quarters of a million credits; besides that, there were scattered investments, real estate holdings, bonds. The total estate, Hawkes estimated, was worth slightly over one million credits.
When Alan finished, he looked up startled and white-faced at the older man. "All of this is mine?"
"You"re a pretty rich young man," Gainer agreed. "Of course, there are formalities--the will has to be probated and contested, and you can expect it to be contested by somebody. If you still have the full estate when the courts get through with you, you"ll be all right."
Alan shook his head uncomprehendingly. "The way he wrote this--it"s as if he _knew_."
"Max Hawkes always knew," Gainer said gently. "He was the best hunch-man I"ve ever seen. It was almost as if he could look a couple of days into the future all the time. Sure, he knew. And he also knew it was safe to leave this doc.u.ment with me--that he could trust me not to open it.
Imagine, announcing a week ahead of time that you"re going to rob a bank and then turning the announcement over sealed to a police officer!"
Alan started. The police had known about the robbery in advance--that was how Max and the dreamduster Byng had been killed. Had Gainer been the one who had betrayed them? Had he opened the sealed envelope ahead of time, and sent Max to his death?
No. It was inconceivable that this soft-spoken man would have done such a thing. Alan banished the thought.
"Max knew he was going to be killed," he said. "And yet he went ahead with it. Why?"
"Maybe he wanted to die," Gainer suggested. "Maybe he was bored with life, bored with always winning, bored with things as they were. The man was never born who could figure out Max Hawkes, anyway. You must have found that out yourself."
Gainer rose. "I"ll have to be moving along, now. But let me give you some suggestions, first."
"Sir?"
"Go downtown and get yourself registered in Free Status. Have them give you a televector number. You"re going to be an important person when you get all that money. And be very careful about who your friends are. Max could take care of himself; you may not be so lucky, son."
"Is there going to be an investigation of the robbery?" Alan asked.
"It"s under way already. You may be called down for questioning, but don"t let it worry you. I turned a copy of Max"s will over to them today, and that exonerates you completely."
It was strangely empty in the apartment that night; Alan wished Gainer had stayed longer. He walked through the dark rooms, half expecting Max to come home. But Max wasn"t coming home.
Alan realized he had been tremendously fond of Hawkes. He had never really shown it; he had never demonstrated much warmth toward the gambler, especially in the final days when they both lived under the pressure of the planned robbery. But Alan knew he owed much to Hawkes, rogue and rascal though he was. Hawkes had been basically a good man, gifted--_too_ gifted, perhaps--whose drives and pa.s.sions led him beyond the bounds of society. And at thirty-five he was dead, having known in advance that his last day was at hand.
The next few days were busy ones. Alan was called to Security headquarters for questioning, but he insisted he knew nothing about the robbery or Hawkes" friends, and the doc.u.ment Hawkes had left seemed to bear him out. He was cleared of all complicity in the robbery.
He next went to the Central Directory Matrix and registered in Free Status. He was given a televector transmitter--it was surgically embedded in the fleshy part of his thigh--and he accepted a drink from fat old Hines MacIntosh in remembrance of Hawkes.
He spoke briefly with MacIntosh about the process of collecting on Hawkes" estate, and learned it was a complex process, but nothing to be frightened of. The will was being sent through channels now.
He met Hollis in the street several days later. The bloated loansman looked pale and harried; he had lost weight, and his skin hung flabbily over his bones now. Little as Alan liked the loansman, he insisted on taking him to a local restaurant for lunch.
"How come you"re still hanging around York City?" Alan asked. "I thought the heat was on for any of Max"s old buddies."
"It is," Hollis said, wiping sweat from his white shiny forehead. "But so far I"m in the clear. There won"t be much of an investigation; they killed two and caught two, and that"ll keep them happy. After all, the robbery was a failure."
"Any notion why it failed?"
Hollis nodded. "Sure I have a notion! It was Kovak who tipped them off."
"Mike?--but he looked okay to me."
"And to everybody. But he owed Bryson a lot, and Bryson was anxious to dispose of Max. So Kovak turned the plans of the robbery over to Bryson"s boys in exchange for a quitclaim on the money he owed, and Bryson just forwarded it all on to the police. They were waiting for us when we showed up."
That cleared Gainer, Alan thought in some relief. "How did you find all this out?"
"Bryson himself told me."
"What!"
"I guess he didn"t know exactly who besides Max was in on the deal.
Anyway, he certainly didn"t know I was part of the group," Hollis said.
"Old man Bryson was laying off some bets with me and he let something slip about how he tipped the police to Max. Then he told me the whole thing."
"And Kovak?"
"Dead," Hollis said bluntly. "Bryson must have figured that if he"d sell Max out he"d sell anybody out, so Kovak got taken care of. He was found yesterday. Heart failure, the report said. Bryson has some good drugs.
Say, kid--any word yet on what"s going to happen to all Max"s dough?"
Alan thought a moment before replying. "I haven"t heard a thing. I guess the government inherits it."
"That would be too bad," Hollis said speculatively. "Max was well loaded. I"d like to get my hands into some of that dough myself. So would Bryson and his bunch, I"ll bet."
Alan said nothing. When he was through eating, he paid the check and they left, Hollis heading north, Alan south. In three days, Hawkes" will would go through the courts. Alan wondered if Bryson, who seemed to be York City"s major criminal syndic man, would try to angle some share of Max"s money.
A Bryson man did show up at the hearing--a slick-looking operator named Berwin. His claim was that Hawkes had been affiliated with Bryson a number of years ago, and that Hawkes" money should revert to Bryson by virtue of an obscure law of the last century involving the estates of professional gamblers killed in criminal actions.
The robocomputer who was in charge of the hearing pondered the request a few moments; then relays clicked and the left-hand panel on the computer face lit up with a bright red APPLICATION DENIED signal.
Berwin spoke for three minutes, ending up with a request that the robocomputer disqualify itself from the hearing and allow itself to be replaced by a human judge.