Morley pulled up a chair. "Sit. Puddle, tell Skif we want a pot of tea. The real stuff. My friend doesn"t like weed leaves."
"You don"t really drink herb tea, do you?"
"I serve it. You give the marks what they want. I"ve heard a rumor, says you"ve already had some excitement today."
"A double dose. Some Green Pants guys tried to break in. Then Block showed up, wanting to know all about everybody"s business."
"And you told him?"
"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I don"t know nothing about nothing. He mostly wanted to know what happened to Belinda and Chodo after the party. He didn"t care about the fires, the riot, or the dead men."
"Belinda better take care of Chodo. We"re picking up storm warnings. Some of the underbosses are getting ambitious."
"Rory Sculdyte?"
"Teacher White, too."
That wasn"t good. Though they do tend to kill only each other. Which Relway would encourage wherever he could. "Figures. They got out alive."
"You said the Green Pants Gang hit your place again?"
"Yes." Stupid me, I"d been too excited about being able to get out. I hadn"t gotten the promised reports from John Stretch and Melondie Kadare. "Block"s gang has them. He claims he has all but two locked up now. One of those two is following me right now."
"We can take care of that."
"You might want to be better prepared than yesterday."
"Same guy?"
"I think so."
"Not to worry. Help is on its way. About last night. What happened?"
"You were there."
"I was kitchen help, Garrett. I didn"t see anything."
"You saw as much as I did. Probably more. You had a whole crew in there and none of them were blind."
"I"m sure it was your fault everything turned weird. Weird things happen when you"re around."
"Only because of my unfortunate taste in friends."
"You"re a misfortune for anyone who gets close to you. What"s the thing with Block and Chodo?"
I explained.
He said, "There was a lot of confusion. Somebody might"ve grabbed Chodo. But you Chodo. But you would"ve would"ve heard heard about that from Belinda. She"d want Daddy Garrett to save her again." about that from Belinda. She"d want Daddy Garrett to save her again."
"Maybe."
"Want some advice, Garrett? Stay away from Belinda. No telling how hairy it might get, but she isn"t likely to be the winner."
I drank the tea Skif brought. "They"ll be that knee-jerk?"
Of course they would. The Outfit includes the most old-fashioned people alive. They don"t want a girl running the show.
I mused, "I wonder, though. Last night fell apart on Belinda, but it didn"t go the way anybody else expected, either. She"s no dummy. And she"s got a big head start."
"She remains, still, just a woman."
"I"m telling you, don"t underestimate her. Especially if you suddenly notice yourself between her and somebody giving her a hard time."
He nodded. I doubt that he meant it. He asked, "Where are you headed from here?"
"Harvester Temisk"s place. Then the Bledsoe."
"You can stand that place?"
"I don"t hold any grudges."
"I mean, it"s the antechamber of one of your most pedestrian human h.e.l.ls. I get the wet-spine creeps just thinking about it. Let alone getting close enough to smell it."
I held my tongue. TunFaire"s poor depend entirely on that nightmare establishment for what little medical attention they receive.
"I know what you"re thinking, Garrett. And I don"t care. You know perfectly well where the road paved with good intentions leads."
21.
I was being followed. As I"d reported. But now I had an entourage. The guy in the green pants was only the closest and most obvious tagalong. And the least skilled or most naive. He seemed to think I wouldn"t notice him. He didn"t notice the parade behind him. Which, at first, I thought was Morley"s crew.
Using a few tricks meant to look like accidents, I decided I was wrong. One was a man who worked for Relway. And Spider Webb, an enforcer for Teacher White, who was a small-time renaissance crook Chodo never liked but who"d always avoided giving offense enough to get his run canceled.
Why would Webb and Teacher be interested in me? White wasn"t big enough to try for Chodo"s spot.
Were my fans aware of one another?
They all knew about Ugly Pants. Webb didn"t seem to notice Relway"s people, maybe because half a dozen were taking turns.
I decided to forget Harvester Temisk. I angled off toward the Bledsoe. I took a stroll through a tight neighborhood, turned a few corners quickly, ducked into a church. I scampered up into its bell tower. That gave me a view of the developing confusion.
Morley did have men out, including himself. They laid way back, observing. Morley eyed the belfry as soon as he knew that I"d disappeared.
The Watch had a less relaxed att.i.tude. Their immediate response was to arrest Spider Webb and Ugly Pants. Spider surrendered meekly. He knew you don"t mess with Relway"s Runners.
When I left the church there were six people dead or crippled. Ugly Pants had developed a bad case of being the former. I was glad I didn"t like green. The secret police was about to make green pants a lethal stylistic faux pas. Meantime, Spider would be back on the street before dark. He"d helped them drop the moron in the ugly trousers.
I"d just hove in sight of the Bledsoe when Morley fell into step beside me. "Any theories?" he asked.
"Other than that Ymber breeds them strong but stupid?"
"That was a dirty trick, back there."
"I learned from a master."
"Conscience not bothering you?"
I looked inward. "You know, it isn"t."
"You sound surprised."
"I am."
"You"ve turned into one of the boss cla.s.s since you got involved in that manufactory business."
"What"re you talking about?"
"Some other time. I have a new venture, too. It"ll be a place where crackpots can spout whatever nonsense infests their pointy heads."
"We have a place for that. The Chancellery steps."
"Not anymore. Relway is moving them out. n.o.body was making any money off it, apparently."
"Sure, there was. The sausage guys. The rat-on-a-stick guys. The tempura tarantula guy."
"Who bought those?"
"I don"t know. Somebody. Or he wouldn"t be out there every day. Yuck!"
That wasn"t a comment on deep-fried spider. We were close enough to the Bledsoe to hear and smell the place.
It"s a h.e.l.l in brick. Those who deliver themselves to the hospital"s mercy are, generally, thoroughly desperate. Meaning parts may be falling off already. The stenches of disease, rotting flesh, and deep despair lie heavy on the whole area. The neighbors pray for foul weather to wash and blow the stink away.
The sound was the choir of madness singing in the insane wards-lair of the Bledsoe"s deepest and most abiding horrors.
Those wards do help finance the hospital. For a few coppers you can tour them. For an extra copper you can rent a stick to torment the mad folk. You can even rent the most dramatic loons for home entertainment.
Money. That"s why.
Money and the complete indifference of ninety percent of the population. That"s why.
The Bledsoe is a charity hospital. Its main support comes from the family that provided emperors to the Empire before the kings of Karenta replaced them. The Empire survives in the imaginations of that one family, so there are still emperors around. But n.o.body cares. Other than the directors of the Bledsoe, who depend on the imperial family for the donations they steal.
The Bledsoe is the most corrupt inst.i.tution in TunFaire. We"ll see truly interesting, entertaining times if Director Relway ever goes after the parasites there.
"What the h.e.l.l is going on?" I asked, stopping to stare once I got a clear look at the hospital. Its face was covered by scaffolding. Masons, hod carriers, and other workmen bustled around cleaning and restoring the facade. Though there weren"t many of them.
"You know, I don"t know," Morley said. "This is new to me, too."
Repairs were decades overdue. How come the money for this hadn"t gotten stolen? I had no trouble imagining somebody donating enough to renovate the place. But I couldn"t believe that its directors would use the money for its intended purpose. "We need to look into this."
"Why?"
"Uh..." He had a point. This wasn"t a battle that needed Garrett galloping in in rusty, secondhand armor. Garrett was here to look dark and dangerous and make sure a client of Belinda"s got the sort of treatment the Bledsoe can provide when its staff wants to bother. "You"re right. One thing at a time. I"ll do what I came to do. Relway will get to this place someday."
"I"ll just stroll along with you. I"m curious about the construction."
He did sound curious. Like a gangster wondering how anybody would be doing something without getting his permission first.
A large man without a hair on his head had a notion not to let us in. I"d never run into guards before. Morley asked, "You"re kidding, right? You don"t really want to be the next patient here, do you?"
My guess is, the bald guy recognized Morley. He got out of the way.
Next obstacle, an admissions clerk. Who was no challenge at all.
The clerk was a volunteer. Of the female persuasion. Ellie Jacques. Meaning it took Morley about thirty-seven seconds to have her ready to jump her counter and devour him. She gave up the whereabouts of the burned woman immediately. The patient was Buy Claxton. She was was getting the getting the best best care the Bledsoe could deliver. With Morley making eyes Ellie admitted Mrs. Claxton was getting the best because the doctors knew the Contague name. care the Bledsoe could deliver. With Morley making eyes Ellie admitted Mrs. Claxton was getting the best because the doctors knew the Contague name.
The Contagues and the Relways tend to get results.
I asked the clerk, "What"s going on outside?" Which earned me a look of disdain. How dare I intrude on her romantic interlude?
Morley offered a whispered apology. I was good of heart. And the question intrigued him, too.
Homely and middle-aged, Ellie was desperate to please. "A charitable trust came in. They wanted to fix the place up. But they wouldn"t hand over the money. I guess they"re not stupid, even if they are b.u.mpkins. They insisted on doing the work themselves. The directors resisted till they came up with the notion of going after matching funds."
Morley batted his eyes and made implied promises. Ellie implied a willingness to play any game Morley wanted.
b.u.mpkins? Yes. A consortium of civic-minded, successful businessmen from Ymber. Yada yada yada. The "give something back" yammer n.o.body with smarts enough to get in out of the rain ever buys. Give it back? What did you get in the first place? From whom?
Morley suggested, "Why don"t you visit Mrs. Claxton?" Reminding me that I had a mission. He swung the charm beam back to the volunteer. Who admitted she was a Mrs., too, but wasn"t fanatic about it.
"Right," I said. "Why don"t I go check on her while you hang around here?"
"Absolutely perfect, my friend."
Enjoying the therapeutic aroma of the Bledsoe, I climbed two flights of stairs to one of the hospital"s celebrity suites. The crooks in charge are clever enough to keep a few available in case somebody with lots of money stumbles in, bleeding. Belinda"s father had used one occasionally when he was younger and got into those sorts of situations.
Buy Claxton"s physicians had betrayed their normally hidden competence by making her pain go away, then followed up by doing mysterious, wonderful things to reduce the damage caused her by burns. Their respect for the Contague name led them to bring in a wizard with a strong healing talent.
I don"t doubt that they found gentle, un.o.btrusive ways to pad their fees.