The Last Illusion - By Rhys Bowen Page 0,100

alive,” he said. “One must always have hope and patience. You will tell that to my mother and to Bess, won’t you? Tell her to continue to have hope.”

“I have a favor to ask, Dr. Weiss,” I said. “These scrapbooks document Harry’s time in Germany. Unfortunately I don’t read German and I wondered if you could translate the articles for me.”

He came out and stood beside me as I showed him one of the scrapbooks, then he shook his head and retreated.

“Much as I would want to help you, I’m afraid that I was on my way to a very sick patient and I shall be operating at the hospital for most of the day. Perhaps later this evening I shall find time to visit my mother and Bess and then I can look at your scrapbooks for you—although I have to tell you that my German is not very good. I was a small child when I came here and essentially I speak English with some knowledge of Hungarian and Yiddish. But I will do what I can if you can’t find anyone else.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I look forward to seeing you later today then, and I know Bess will be glad to see you.”

“As I shall be very glad to see her,” he said warmly. Then he bowed in that stiff European manner that reminded of another doctor I knew—Dr. Birnbaum, my alienist friend from Vienna. Splendid, I thought. Why hadn’t I considered him before? He was a native German speaker and I remembered that he also spoke Hungarian. He could translate for me and I wouldn’t have to wait for Leopold’s bumbling attempts. Thus I quickened my step to the nearest Second Avenue El station and was soon heading south. As usual it was sweltering and uncomfortable in the carriage and I was glad when I could disembark at Eighth Street and then faced the long walk across town back to Washington Square.

Dr. Birnbaum kept a suite at the Hotel Lafayette, just off the square and across from the university. I asked for him and was met with a blank response. “I’m sorry, there is no gentleman here of that name,” the clerk said.

“But I saw him a few days ago,” I said. “Could you find out where he might have gone?”

The clerk shrugged but went through into a back office, bringing with him another young man whom I recognized. “I’m afraid Dr. Birnbaum has given up his rooms here,” he said.

“Oh, I see. Did he leave a forwarding address?”

“I’m afraid not.”

I was beginning to feel that I might explode. “Surely he left an address for forwarding his mail?”

“I understand he made arrangements with the post office.”

“Thank you,” I said through my teeth, then remembered that someone in the hotel might know. Instead of returning to the street I made for the staircase, much to the surprise of the two clerks, I expect. I knocked on Ryan O’Hare’s door and it was finally opened by a bleary-eyed Ryan, still in his emerald-green and peacock-blue robe.

“Molly,” he muttered. “Why do you always have to come to visit me so confoundedly early?”

“It’s ten o’clock, Ryan,” I said.

“As I said, confoundedly early. You know I am not at my best before luncheon.” He sighed. “Well, I suppose you had better come in. What can I do for you, or have you come to cheer me up?”

“I’ve come for information,” I said.

“You only come to see me when you need something. How callous of you,” he said. “Very well. What is it?”

“Dr. Birnbaum,” I said. “Do you know where he’s gone?”

“Never mention that man’s name to me again,” Ryan said bitterly. “We are no longer on speaking terms. I hope he’s gone to the ends of the earth. In fact I hope he falls off the end of the Earth.”

I tried not to smile, in spite of everything. “So you and he had a falling-out?”

“You knew that. He decided that I was not helpful to his reputation and his career.”

I could see that. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“I’m not. He was horribly boring, if you want to know.”

“So you’ve no idea where he lives now?”

“None at all.”

“Thank you anyway.” I started for the door.

“Stay and have breakfast with me,” he said. “I may force myself to eat.”

“I’d love to but I’m in the middle of a case.”

“Always rushing around. It’s not healthy.”

“Sid and Gus said the same thing.”

“Dear Sid and Gus. I must go to visit. They’ll cheer me up if

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