and Firearms.Beverlygot him off in a hurry and stopped the trace. Everyone in the FBI building knew to keep the line clear.
Crawford went over the details of the mail drop again. They were bored and tense at the same time. Lloyd Bowmancame around to show them how the number pairs in Lecter's Scriptures fit page 100 of the softcover Joy of Cooking . Sarah passed around coffee in paper cups.
The telephone was ringing.
The tone generator took over and at ESS the trace began. Four rings. The technician hit the switch.Beverlypicked up.
"Special Agent Crawford's office."
Sarah was nodding her head. Big nods.
Graham went into his booth and closed the door. He could seeBeverly's lips moving. She punched "Hold" and watched the second hand on the wall clock.
Graham could see his face in the polished receiver. Two bloated faces in the earpiece and mouthpiece. He could smell cordite from the firing range in his shirt. Don't hang up. Sweet Jesus, don't hang up. Forty seconds had elapsed. The telephone moved slightly on his table when it rang. Let it ring. Once more. Forty-five seconds. Now. "This is Will Graham, can I help you?"
Low laughter. A muffled voice: "I expect you can."
"Could I ask who's calling please?"
"Didn't your secretary tell you?"
"No, but she did call me out of a meeting, sir, and - "
"If you tell me you won't talk to Mr. Pilgrim, I'll hang up right now. Yes or no?"
"Mr. Pilgrim, if you have some problem I'm equipped to deal with, I'll be glad to talk with you."
"I think you have the problem, Mr. Graham."
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand you."
The second hand crawled toward one minute.
"You've been a busy boy, haven't you?" the caller said.
"Too busy to stay on the phone unless you state your business."
"My business is in the same place yours is.AtlantaandBirmingham."
"Do you know something about that?"
Soft laughter. "Know something about it? Are you interested in Mr. Pilgrim? Yes or no. I'll hang up if you lie."
Graham could see Crawford through the glass. He had a telephone receiver in each hand.
"Yes. But, see, I get a lot of calls, and most of them are from peopIe who say they know things." One minute.
Crawford put one receiver down and scrawled on a piece of paper. "You'd be surprised how many pretenders there are," Graham said. "Talk to them a few minutes and you can tell they don't have the capacity to even understand what's going on. Do you?"
Sarah held a sheet of paper to the glass for Graham to see. It said, "Chicagophone booth. PD scrambling."
"I'll tell you what, you tell me one thing you know about Mr. Pugrim and maybe I'll tell you whether you're right or not," the muffled voice said.
"Let's get straight who we're talking about," Graham said.
"We're talking about Mr. Pilgrim."
"How do I know Mr. Pilgrim has done anything I'm interested in. Has he?"
"Let's say, yes."
"Are you Mr. Pilgrim?"
"I don't think I'll tell you that."
"Are you his friend?"
"Sort of."
"Well, prove it then. Tell me something that shows me how well you know him."
"You first. You show me yours." A nervous giggle. "First time you're wrong, I hang up."
"All right, Mr. Pilgrim is right-handed."
"That's a safe guess. Most people are."
"Mr. Pilgrim is misunderstood."
"No general crap, please."
"Mr. Pilgrim is really strong physically."
"Yes, you could say that."
Graham looked at the clock. A minute and a half. Crawford nodded encouragement.
Don't tell him anything that he could change.
"Mr. Pilgrim is white and about, say, five-feet-eleven. You haven't told me anything, you know. I'm not so sure you even know him at all."
"Want to stop talking?"
"No, but you said we'd trade. I was just going along with you."
"Do you think Mr. Pilgrim is crazy?"
Bloom was shaking his head.
"I don't think anybody who is as careful as he is could be crazy. I think he's different. I think a lot of people do believe he's crazy, and the reason for that is, he hasn't let people understand much about him."
"Describe exactly what you think he did to Mrs. Leeds and maybe I'll tell you if you're right or not."
"I don't want to do thaL"
"Good-bye."
Graham's heart jumped, but he could still hear breathing on the other end.
"I can't go into that until I know - "
Graham heard the telephone-booth door slam open inChicagoand the receiver fall with a clang. Faint voices and bangs as the receiver swung on its cord. Everyone in the office heard it on the speakerphone.
"Freeze. Don't even twitch. Now lock your fingers behind your head and back out of the booth slowly.