keep it speedy, what the engineer told them, his plan of action, as he called it, was this: they had to round all the suspects up at a certain spot, where the criminal would show his hand and give himself away. Senka stared at Erast Petrovich, as if to say: How come, didn’t you say you’d figured out who the killer is? But the engineer flashed his eyes at Senka to tell him to keep quiet. So Senka kept shtum.
And when Erast Petrovich said: ‘Unfortunately I c-cannot manage this business without you, m-madam, or you, Senya. I have no other assistants,’ Death still didn’t look at Senka. That really hurt, he was very upset by that. In fact he was so upset, he wasn’t even scared when the engineer starting going on about how dangerous the job they were going to do was.
Death wasn’t scared either. She shook her head impatiently.
‘Enough. Tell us about the job.’
Senka rose to the occasion too: ‘Who cares about that, death comes to everyone sooner or later.’
He tossed his head smartly and tried to catch her eye. And then he realised what he’d said could be taken two ways. About death, or about Death.
‘All right.’ Erast Petrovich sighed. ‘Then let’s d-decide who’s going to hold which end of the n-net. You, madam, will b-bring the Prince and Deadeye to the spot. Senya will bring the Ghoul. And I will b-bring Superintendent Solntsev.’
‘Why bring him?’ Senka asked in surprise.
‘Because he’s under suspicion. All the c-crimes have been committed in his p-precinct. That is one. Solntsev is a cruel, g-greedy and absolutely immoral individual. That is t-two. And m-most importantly ...’ The engineer stared down at the tablecloth again. ‘... he is also involved with you, madam. That is three.’
Death’s cheek twitched as if she was in pain.
‘You’re talking nonsense again,’ she said bitterly. ‘Why don’t you tell me how to lure the Prince and Deadeye out? They’re both leery old wolves, they won’t just walk into a trap.’
‘And what about me?’ Senka piped up when he realised he’d have to handle the Ghoul all on his own. ‘He won’t even listen to me! Do you know what he’s like? Him and his gang’ll just grab me by the legs and tear me in half! What am I to him? A snot-nosed little kid! He won’t come anywhere with me!’
‘Yes he will, and he’ll c-come running, I’ll see to that,’ Mr Nameless told Senka, but he was looking at Death as he said it. ‘And you two won’t have to l-lure anybody out. Just meet them and show them t-to the appointed spot.’
‘What spot’s that?’ Death asked.
And then at last the engineer turned to Senka, and even put a hand on his shoulder.
‘Only one p-person knows that place. Well, Ali Baba, will you g-give up the secret of your cave?’
If Erast Petrovich hadn’t called him names like that in front of Death, maybe Senka wouldn’t have told him. Only what point was there in hanging on to the silver when maybe his life was at stake? And then Death turned her huge eyes towards him and raised her eyebrows just a bit, as if she was surprised by his hesitation . . . That decided it.
‘Agh!’ he said with a sweep of his hand. ‘I’ll show you, of course I will. Speedy Senka’s no miser!’
But once he’d said it, he suddenly felt sorry: not for all those thousands and thousands of roubles, but for his dream. After all, what were riches, anyway? Not the chance to stuff your belly every day, not a hundred pairs of patent leather shoes, not even your own automobile with a motor as strong as twenty horses. Riches were a dream of heaven on earth, when you got whatever you wished for.
That was horseshit too, of course. No matter how many millions he could offer Death, she still wouldn’t look at him the same way she looked at Erast Petrovich ...
No one was amazed and delighted by Senka’s insane generosity, no one clapped their hands. They didn’t even say ‘thank you’. Death just nodded and turned away, as if it couldn’t have been any other way. And Mr Nameless stood up. ‘Let’s g-go, then,’ he said, ‘without wasting any more time. Lead on, Senka, show us the way.’
*
There was no dead body in the underground hall where only a few hours earlier Prokha had tried to hand his old friend over to certain death and lost his own life instead. The basement-dwellers