"We"re doing this for her sake. And I promise, she"s worth it. We"ll start with Missonno."
Missonno"s flagship boutique was on the second-floor level, across from a restaurant that boasted Yokian specialties in the window. The police giggled at this-nothing good had ever come from Yok. The Missonno boutique was furnished in mauve from floor to ceiling, and behind the registers a waterfall rumbled and foamed. The whole thing was very theatrical.
Anna saw Cow h.e.l.lwig at a distance. She was trying on a knee-length skirt that caused her hips to look unusually wide. Across from Cow sat her husband on a stool, acting as her adviser.
"That"s him," said Anna, pointing. "Can you manage it?"
"Won"t you be along?"
"Fool," she said. "I know him."
Field Mouse Pedersen pondered this, then shrugged his shoulders. Without further ado he went over to the couple Anna had pointed out, as Anna fled the boutique, positioning herself to watch from inside the Yokian restaurant. It took a few minutes, and then Pedersen came out with Cow"s worse half. He had even succeeded in getting Cow to remain behind in the boutique.
"You!"
"Wait, let me say-" said Anna Lynx.
"Of course it was you," Cow h.e.l.lwig shouted. "But this is crazy!"
They were standing inside Missonno, shouting at each other, partly to be heard over the waterfall.
"Cow," said Anna, "you must come to your senses. I"ve seen what he"s done to you. I"ve heard what he says. That ... no female can accept."
"Anna, I accept it," said Cow.
"But think of all the others. Think of all those who, through the years, have been oppressed, set aside, and treated like, well, cattle. If not for your own sake, then do it for the sake of others. For the sake of all females."
"Do what?"
"Leave him. Now. Come along with me. There"s a secure apartment where you can-"
"Secure apartment?"
"He"s never going to find you there. You can be safe."
Cow stared at her friend. She was furious. At the same time she felt laughter bubbling up in her throat.
"What have you done with him?" she asked.
"Nothing," Anna answered. "Don"t worry about him. The only thing I"ve done is give you a chance. Now."
"You"re out of your mind," said Cow, as the laughter reached up to her eyes. "You"re out of your mind. But there"s something sweet about the whole thing anyway."
Anna didn"t know how to interpret this laughter.
"Cow, I-"
"Anna, listen now. Don"t ever do this again. Or I"ll report you."
"Me? Me? C"mon, I"m not the one who-"
But Cow h.e.l.lwig was on her way out of the shop, and she did not intend to let Lynx stop her.
Igor Panda 2 Jake Golden Retriever put out the cigarette and summoned the waiter. He was always impatient after he"d finished his coffee; he hated sitting, waiting for the check. There was something degrading about asking to pay so you could leave the restaurant.
The outdoor cafe at Trois etoiles in Bois de Dalida was in pleasant shade, and the mild breeze nudged the heat away under the artfully suspended sails that served as a roof, which shone in all the colors of the rainbow. Somehow this eccentric appendix fit in with the cafe"s old-fashioned elegance.
As usual, the restaurant was packed. Since Chef Pig Lainotre returned to Trois etoiles last year, it was almost impossible to get a table. No reservations were taken for the outdoor cafe, however, and Jake had been lucky.
He waved a bill in the air as the waitress went past, but she didn"t see him. He was used to that. He was a dog who was easy to ignore. He was not one to make a fuss, and his appearance had a tendency to slip past an observer"s awareness. His fur was almost white with streaks of beige, his eyes were brown and imploring. His manner was accommodating and pleasant, and he had learned many years ago to dress discreetly.
Jake lit a cigarette and made a new attempt to get the waitress to see him.
Bois de Dalida, the park that came to form the northwest boundary of Tourquai and Mollisan Town toward the great forests, came into existence during the first decade of the twentieth century. In the beginning, the park was no more than a few pen strokes on a map, a simple act of clearing an existing forest; a small gravel path was constructed that enclosed an area of a few square miles. Then a compet.i.tion was announced. Entries were submitted by the foremost architects of the day. They surpa.s.sed one another with lavish oak avenues and dramatic waterfalls, elaborate boxwood labyrinths and romantic water-lily ponds. After a drawn-out, heated jury process, a winner was announced and the work begun. park that came to form the northwest boundary of Tourquai and Mollisan Town toward the great forests, came into existence during the first decade of the twentieth century. In the beginning, the park was no more than a few pen strokes on a map, a simple act of clearing an existing forest; a small gravel path was constructed that enclosed an area of a few square miles. Then a compet.i.tion was announced. Entries were submitted by the foremost architects of the day. They surpa.s.sed one another with lavish oak avenues and dramatic waterfalls, elaborate boxwood labyrinths and romantic water-lily ponds. After a drawn-out, heated jury process, a winner was announced and the work begun.
When the great depression struck Mollisan Town, the park was almost halfway completed, and the Yokian pavilion was on its way to completion. The winning entry had included four buildings representing the four districts of the city, but the Yokian pavilion was the only one actually erected. With the depression, all activity in the city came to a standstill overnight. The workers refused to return to work because they would not get paid, and the employers were secretly relieved at the interruption of work because they couldn"t pay.
It would be five years before the Yokian pavilion, with its arched gla.s.s veranda, its three towers, and its integrated greenhouse, would be completed. It would take another ten years before the garden in front of the pavilion was put in order, with its delta of small rivers between the ponds and twenty or so artificial islands with equally high but short bridges between them.
With that, however, the Bois de Dalida was finished; just a little more than half of the original project had been realized. Even today, the northern part of the park consists of wild forest that differentiates itself from the surrounding forests only by the fact that it is located inside the gravel path.
The Trois etoiles restaurant opened in the Yokian pavilion during the late fifties. From the very first moment it became a particularly popular destination for the well-to-do in the city, but the cuisine had varied in quality over the years. Pig Lainotre created his reputation as a master chef at Trois etoiles, and after several years at restaurants in town he finally returned. And with him a large following.
Jake Retriever put out his cigarette.
He figured out himself how much he owed and left the money-with a tip-on the saucer under the coffee cup. Then he got up and left the restaurant.
Golden Retriever chose to take the route across the islands. He was not in a hurry, and he liked the high, small bridges. Out on the walking path he continued northward at a pleasant pace. Even though it was the middle of the week, and the middle of the day, there were many out walking. take the route across the islands. He was not in a hurry, and he liked the high, small bridges. Out on the walking path he continued northward at a pleasant pace. Even though it was the middle of the week, and the middle of the day, there were many out walking.
A little more than halfway between the Yokian pavilion and the northernmost point of the gravel path, Jake Golden Retriever unexpectedly climbed over the low hedge and continued into the forest. He did this with a self-a.s.surance that would have convinced any observer that the dog knew exactly what he was doing and thereby even had the right to do so.
Deviating from the gravel path and wandering in among the trees was not forbidden. Berries and mushrooms grew in the forest; there was a stillness that a stressed modern animal might well need, and an isolation that couples in love sometimes appreciated.
But Jake Golden Retriever was no philosopher or berry picker, and he had always lived alone.
He continued deeper and deeper in among the trees, and after a few minutes the growth thinned out and Jake approached the hill that many in Tourquai called a mountain. Through the hill ran a ravine, which in certain places was only wide enough for one animal at a time to pa.s.s, and when Jake had gone halfway he could see Igor Panda standing and waiting at the northernmost end.
"Finally!" Panda groaned, obviously irritated.
Jake did not reply.
"Well, say it, then!" said Panda.
Panda was aggressive, and he seemed nervous besides. He stamped his foot and had a hard time standing still.
"Say it!" he repeated.
"What do you want me to say?" Jake asked, when he was close enough to use a normal conversational tone.
"Say that you want the money," said Panda. "Say that you want your share."
Jake Golden Retriever"s expression did not reveal what he thought about the contentious Panda.
"I would gladly take my share of the money," he said obediently.
"Never," Panda replied and laughed. He took a few steps backward, changed his mind, and went up to Golden Retriever again.
"Never," he repeated. "You"re only a bungler. An artistic bungler. I know your type. It"s a joke that you should have half."
"Without me you have nothing to sell," Jake Golden Retriever pointed out quietly.
This caused Igor Panda to explode.
"Sell?" he screamed. "I"m a prerequisite for you to have anything to to sell! Without me your Esperanza-Santiagos would be worthless! However d.a.m.ned cleverly you may make them! Without me you"re not even a forger, you"re only an epigone. Everyone knows that she lets only sell! Without me your Esperanza-Santiagos would be worthless! However d.a.m.ned cleverly you may make them! Without me you"re not even a forger, you"re only an epigone. Everyone knows that she lets only me me sell her things! Everyone knows that, everyone who might conceivably have the means to buy. Without me ... if you tried to go to any other dealer... whoever ... even the cursed Janzon ... you wouldn"t have a chance!" sell her things! Everyone knows that, everyone who might conceivably have the means to buy. Without me ... if you tried to go to any other dealer... whoever ... even the cursed Janzon ... you wouldn"t have a chance!"
Panda had taken two steps forward and thus was standing so close to Golden Retriever that the dog felt the panda"s breath.
"You," Panda whispered, "are not worth fifty percent."
Panda had complained about the division before, but never so explicitly. Golden Retriever stood silently, staring into the stuffed animal"s eyes without averting his gaze.
"And I don"t intend to give you fifty percent. I intend to give you ... a hundred thousand."
Jake did not react now, either; Panda took a few steps back.
"A hundred thousand," he repeated.
He turned around, leaving Jake alone in the ravine. When he returned after a few minutes, he had the attache case with him. Jake was still standing on the exact same spot.
Igor Panda found the silent, patient dog unbelievably irritating. There was something triumphant about the golden retriever"s att.i.tude, and he felt a desire to shake him up, produce a crack in the tight-b.u.t.toned facade.
"What if I had a gun in the case?" said Panda. "What would you do then?"
Golden Retriever raised one white eyebrow.
"I could kill you," Panda continued. "Here, in this ravine. Then you wouldn"t get a penny."
Golden Retriever lowered the eyebrow. He looked neither happy nor sad, neither angry nor afraid.
"Whatever!" Panda hissed. "A hundred thousand. That"s what I"m offering. What do you say about that?"
"Seven hundred fifty thousand. If you want to keep on doing business," Jake replied.
There was nothing threatening in his tone of voice, it was a simple statement.
"But you"re not going to succeed without me!" Panda screamed. "Don"t you get it? "Keep on doing business"-without me there is no business!"
"Seven hundred fifty thousand," Jake repeated calmly.
In frustration, Panda took two tight turns in the thicket where he was standing. He sat down on his haunches and opened the briefcase. Hesitated. Closed it again, got up, and started to leave. Changed his mind, came back to Golden Retriever and placed himself quite close, as if to say something. But he did not get out a word. Finally, he threw the case on the ground.
In silence Igor Panda counted out the seven hundred fifty thousand and gave it to the dog, who took the money just as quietly.
Swearing, Panda left.
Day Three
3.1.
The police station at place St.-Fargeau was a paragon of power, a freestanding brick palace in the middle of densely built-up Tourquai. The building was crowned by three towers rising above the roofs of the surrounding buildings; the entryway consisted of heavy oak doors in the middle of a ma.s.sive portal, ornamented with stone sculptures that were reminders of the eternal victory of justice over wickedness.
"Imagine working here, looking at this every morning," Falcon ecu whispered longingly.
"Really," Anna Lynx whispered back, "that would be tough ..."
Not wanting to seem like a careerist, Falcon refrained from answering.
As they entered the building, the difference between this police station and their little station down on rue de Cadix became embarra.s.sing. In the stairwells, behind the counters, and this way and that on the large stone floor, police officers of all types and departments walked and ran in regulation dress, en route to defending the city. Falcon sighed in admiration. Anna misunderstood him again.
"I know," she said. "But we"ll just listen to the run-through, then we"ll leave, quicker than quick."
Two levels belowground was the Forensics Department where Theodore Tapir had ruled since time immemorial; there was a faint odor of formalin and disinfectant as soon as the elevator doors opened. Falcon and Anna hurried through corridors edged by closed doors. Soon they came to a reception desk, where they were shown the way to Tapir"s office, large enough to hold half a department from rue de Cadix. Bloodhound and Pedersen were already there, waiting.
"Morning traffic," Anna mumbled, late as usual dropping off Todd at day care.
They sat down with their colleagues at a white, polished conference table with room for at least fifteen more stuffed animals. Tapir smiled broadly at them all.
"Good," he said. "I hope you"re awake, despite the early morning hour. This may get a bit complicated."
Anna noticed what everyone had already seen: Tapir was giddy. He was wearing his customary white coat-which showed that he was a researcher and a medical doctor, not a simple police officer-but he was glowing. He had something to tell.
"We"ll take the formalities first," he said. "You can do that, can"t you, Bramstoke?"
The turnover of Tapir"s browbeaten a.s.sistants was endless. Tapir wore them out during the course of a few months, and then they were never seen again. This month"s version, Bramstoke, who as far as could be judged was a tuna fish, started recounting the well-known circ.u.mstances around Oswald Vulture"s departure. The clinical nature of the office, Vulture"s general condition-which was average, apart from a slightly enlarged liver and a hearing deficiency in the left ear since he was young-and finally the cut itself. But here Tapir took over.
"Do you recall what I said the other day?" he began. "About the fact that the perpetrator carried out the deed from behind?"
"Excuse me, but as I recall it-" Falcon began, who remembered exactly what his words had been.
Tapir was not pleased at being interrupted.