While we were talking her husband came into the room, naked to the waist, a dark hairy-chested man, still damp from the shower. He shook hands cordially enough, then turned to his wife.
“They want the document?”
She nodded. “I told them we’d never let it go.”
Her husband grinned knowingly.
“But did your grandfather know Sacco and Vanzetti?” I asked.
“Sure he knew them. I’ll tell you that much. You’d be surprised. They’ve made such a big mystery of the whole thing, and underneath it’s all very simple. They made them on TV like they had haloes. If I ever told what I know there’d be an explosion.”
Bob had his try. “Won’t you at least tell us whether your grandfather said they were guilty or not?”
She shook her head. “Sure they were guilty, but I’m not giving away the secret. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth,” she added enigmatically.
“Of course,” said Bob quietly, “there’s always a court order.”
She laughed. “What can they order me? It’s my property.”