insurance company gets the picture back.”
“You’ve got it all worked out.”
“Well,” he said, “a man’s got to think for himself. Another thing is maybe you already fenced it, stole it to order and turned it over the same night.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Say, what’s she doin’ in there, Bernie?”
“Answering a call of nature, I suppose.”
“Yeah, well, I wish she’d shit or get off the pot. My back teeth are floatin’. What I was sayin’, if you already offed the Moondrain, what you got to do is steal it back.”
“From the person I sold it to?”
“Or from the person he sold it to, if it passed on down the line. I’m tellin’ you, Bernie, this case’ll quiet down a lot if the Moondrain gets recovered. That’ll tend to separate the burglary aspect from the murder aspect, and maybe it’ll get people lookin’ elsewhere than yourself for the killer.”
“It’ll also put half of thirty-five thousand dollars in your pocket, Ray.”
“And the other half in yours, and don’t forget it. What the hell happened to Carolyn? Maybe I better go see if she fell in.”
Whereupon my favorite dog groomer burst breathless into the room, hitching at the belt of her slacks with one hand, holding the other up with the palm facing toward us.
She said, “Bernie, there’s been a disaster. Ray, don’t go in there, don’t even think about it. Bernie, what I did, I flushed a bloody tampon. I thought it’d be all right, and everything blocked up and backed up and there’s shit all over the floor and it’s still running. I tried to clean up but I only made it worse. Bernie, can you help me? I’m afraid it’s gonna flood the whole store.”
“I was just leavin’,” Ray said, backing off. His face had a greenish tinge and he didn’t look happy. “Bern, I’ll be in touch, right?”
“You don’t want to give us a hand?”
“Are you kiddin’?” he said. “Jesus!”
I was around the counter before he was out the door, and he wasn’t taking his time, either. I went through toward the back room and ducked into the john, and there was nothing on the floor but red and black vinyl tiles in a checkerboard pattern. They were quite dry, and about as clean as they generally are.
There was a man sitting on my toilet.
He didn’t look as though he belonged there. He was fully dressed, wearing gray sharkskin trousers with a gray glen-plaid suit jacket. His shirt was maroon and his shoes were a pair of scuffed old wingtips, somewhere between black and brown in hue. He had shaggy rust-brown hair and a red goatee, ill-trimmed and going to gray. His head was back and his jaw slack, showing tobacco-stained teeth that had never known an orthodontist’s care. His eyes, too, were open, and they were of the sort described as guileless blue.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” I said.
“You didn’t know he was in here?”
“Of course not.”
“That’s what I figured. You recognize him?”
“The artist,” I said. “The one who paid a dime at the Hewlett Collection. I forget his name.”
“Turner.”
“No, that’s another artist, but it’s close. The guard knew his name, called him by name. Turnquist.”
“That’s it. Bernie, where are you going?”
“I want to make sure there’s nobody in the store,” I said, “and I want to turn the bolt, and I want to change the sign from Open to Closed.”
“And then what?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Oh,” she said. “Bernie?”
“What?”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Oh, no question,” I said. “They don’t get much deader.”
“That’s what I thought. I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Well, if you have to. But can’t you wait until I get him off the toilet?”
Chapter Fifteen
“You can rent ’em for only fifty bucks a month,” she said. “That’s a pretty good deal, isn’t it? Comes to less than two dollars a day. What else can you get for less than two dollars a day?”
“Breakfast,” I said, “if you’re a careful shopper.”
“And a lousy tipper. The only thing is they got a one-month minimum. Even if we bring the thing back in an hour and a half, it’s the same fifty bucks.”
“We might not bring it back at all. How much of a deposit did you have to leave?”
“A hundred. Plus the first month’s rental, so I’m out a hundred and a half. But the hundred comes back when we return the thing. If we return the thing.”
We paused at the corner of Sixth Avenue and Twelfth Street, waiting for the light to change.