going to have Ellis take me home,” Douglass announced. “I think it would be a good idea to put Captain Whittaker’s letter in the safe.”
“I’ll put it in the safe, Captain,” Ellis said, “if it can wait until I get back.”
“No, you won’t,” Whittaker said. “I’ve kept it this far, I’ll keep it the rest of the way.”
Douglass thought that over.
“Whatever you wish, Captain,” he said. “I’ll be back here around eight in the morning. We can arrange for you to deliver it then.”
“Okay,” Whittaker said.
Douglass got out of the car. He leaned in again and gave Whittaker his hand, but didn’t say anything more to him.
Ellis tapped the Buick’s horn ring. The plainclothes security man started to open the gate again as Canidy and Whittaker got out of the car and walked toward the kitchen.
There was a skinny black woman sitting at the kitchen table. She looked somewhat disapprovingly at them, Whittaker in particular.
“Is Miss Chenowith here?” Whittaker asked.
“No, but she should be soon,” the black woman said. And then, indicating Whittaker with a nod of her head: “He’s staying?”
Canidy nodded.
“She know?”
Canidy shook his head no.
“She told me that if anybody came in she didn’t know about, they was to be put in the second-left bedroom,” the black woman said. “She said she’d be back by now. I don’t know why she’s not.”
“Who’s in the master bedroom?” Whittaker asked.
The black woman looked at him curiously. “They save that for important people.”
“Can you fix the captain something to eat?” Canidy asked, amused.
“I suppose so. If he’s hungry.”
“Steak and eggs?” Whittaker asked. “And french-fried potatoes?”
“This time of night?”
“Make him whatever he wants,” Canidy ordered flatly.
The black woman shrugged.
“Is there anything else we can get for you, Captain?” Canidy asked, as if Whittaker were a total stranger.
“I need clean clothes. I need a razor, and a comb and brush. And underwear and socks. I have to see a dentist, and I think I caught the crabs,” Whittaker said. “Where would you like to start?”
Canidy laughed. “You’re a real basket case, aren’t you, Jimmy?” he asked.
“And you, on the other hand, are not only well fed but here, and not wearing a uniform. I’m going to have to find out how you did that, you clever son of a bitch.”
“Cowardice. It works every time,” Canidy said.
“Bullshit. I’m the biggest coward you ever met, and you won’t believe what those sons of bitches had me doing.”
“You look like hell, and you smell like a barroom floor, but I’m glad to see you anyway.”
“Fuck you, Dick,” Whittaker said fondly.
“We can give him pajamas and a robe,” the black woman said practically, “and a comb and a razor and a toothbrush and that sort of thing—”
“Pajamas and a robe? Christ, I’d forgotten there were such things,” Whittaker said.
“—but I don’t know what to do about the crabs,” the black woman went on matter-of-factly. “Unless you go to that all-night drugstore on Massachusetts Avenue.”
“I’ll send the chief when he comes back,” Canidy said.
“I didn’t mention that I also don’t have any money,” Whittaker said.
“Don’t worry about that,” Canidy said. “I’ll trust you. You have an honest face.”
Ellis returned as the black woman was frying a steak. Canidy told him what Whittaker needed, and handed him money. “Get him whatever else you think he needs,” he added.
“Right,” Ellis said. “It won’t take me long. You going to be all right?”
“We’ll be fine,” Canidy said.
“I only look this way, Chief,” Whittaker said. “I’m not really crazy.”
“You really want eggs with this steak?” the skinny black woman asked.
Whittaker nodded. “Four, sunny-side up. And toast.”
She shrugged and went to the refrigerator.
“And coffee,” he said. “And milk.”
While Whittaker ate at the kitchen table, Canidy took a cup of coffee and sat down with him. The black woman went out of the kitchen and returned with pajamas and a robe.
“I couldn’t find slippers,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said.
She saw that all the food she had heaped on his plate was gone. “If that’s all you want to eat, I’ll show you your room,” she said.
Whittaker was unsteady on his feet. It was entirely possible he couldn’t make it upstairs by himself.
“I’ll show him,” Canidy said quickly, and went with him. He was glad he did. Whittaker had to haul himself upstairs on the banister railing.
In the upstairs foyer, Whittaker stopped at the door to the master bedroom.
“As I recall,” he said, “the shower in here has two heads. I’ll use this.”
“The way it works around here,” Canidy said, “is that rooms are assigned