poker buddy from college? The relative of a student? That seemed to ring a bell, but he couldn't fine it down any more tightly.
He kept thumbing, and found he was sleepy after all. He had almost dozed off when it came to him and he sat up, wide awake again.
Lord Peter!
They were rerunning those Wimsey stories on PBS just lately - Clouds of Witness, Murder Must Advertise, The Nine Tailors. He and Sondra were hooked. A man named Ian Carmichael played Wimsey, and Sondra was nuts for him. So nuts, in fact, that Ed, who didn't think Carmichael looked like Lord Peter at all, actually became quite irritated.
"Sandy, the shape of his face is all wrong. And he's wearing false teeth, for heaven's sake!"
"Poo," Sondra had replied airily from the couch where she was curled up. "You're just jealous. He's so handsome."
"Daddy's jealous, Daddy's jealous," little Norma sang, prancing around the living room in her duck pyjamas.
"You should have been in bed an hour ago," Ed told her, gazing at his daughter with a jaundiced eye. "And if I keep noticing you're here, I'll probably remember that you aren't there."
Little Norma was momentarily abashed. Ed turned back to Sondra.
"I remember back three or four years ago. I had a kid named Todd Bowden, and his grandfather came in for a conference. Now that guy looked like Wimsey. A very old Wimsey, but the shape of his face was right, and - "
"Wim-zee, Wim-zee, Dim-zee, Jim-zee," little Norma sang. "Wim-zee, Dim-zee, doodle-oodle-ooo-doo - "
"Shh, both of you," Sondra said. "I think he's the most beautiful man." Irritating woman!
But hadn't Todd Bowden's grandfather retired to San Remo? Sure. Todd had been one of the brightest boys in that year's ninth grade class. Then, all at once, his grades had gone to hell. The old man had come in, told a familiar tale of marital difficulties, and had persuaded Ed to let the situation alone for a while and see if things didn't straighten themselves out Ed's view was that the old laissez-faire bit didn't work - if you told a teenage kid to root, hog, or die, the kid usually died. But the old man had been almost eerily persuasive (it was the resemblance to Wimsey, perhaps), and Ed had agreed to give Todd to the end of the next Flunk Card period. And damned if Todd hadn't pulled through. The old man must have gone right through the whole family and really kicked some ass, Ed thought. He looked like the type who not only could do it, but who might derive a certain dour pleasure from it. Then, just two days ago, he had seen Todd's picture in the paper - he had made the Southern Cal All-Stars in baseball. No mean feat when you considered that about five hundred boys were nominated each spring. He supposed he might never have come up with the grandfather's name if he hadn't seen the picture.
He flickered through the white pages more purposefully now, ran his finger down a column of fine type, and there it was. BOWDEN, VICTOR S. 403 Ridge Lane. Ed dialled the number and it rang several times at the other end. He was just about to hang up when an old man answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr Bowden. Ed French. From Santa Donate Junior High."
"Yes?" Politeness, but no more. Certainly no recognition. Well, the old guy was four years further along (weren't they all!) and things undoubtedly slipped his mind from time to time.
"Do you remember me, sir?"
"Should I?" Bowden's voice was cautious, and Ed smiled. The old man forgot things but he didn't want anybody to know if he could help it His own old man had been that way when his hearing started to go.
"I was your grandson Todd's guidance counsellor at S.D J.H.S. I called to congratulate you. He sure tore up the pea-patch when he got to high school, didn't he? And now he's All-Conference to top it off. Wow!"
"Todd!" The old man said, his voice brightening immediately. "Yes, he certainly did a fine job, didn't he? Second in his class! And the girl who was ahead of him took the business courses." A sniff of disdain in the old man's voice. "My son called and offered to take me to Todd's commencement, but I'm in a wheelchair now. I broke my hip last January. I didn't want to go in a wheelchair. But I have his graduation picture right in the hall, you bet! Todd's