Toward evening, he started finding out.
Harker reached his home in Larchmont about seven that evening, utterly exhausted. Lois was at the door, anxious-faced, tense.
"Jim! I've been listening to the news all day. So have the boys. Your name's been mentioned every time."
"That's nice," Harker said wearily. He unsnapped his shoes and nodded hello to his sons, who stared at him strangely as if he had undergone some strange transformation during the day.
"I'll be spending most of my time at Litchfield until things get calmer," he said. "I may even have to sleep out there for a while."
The phone rang suddenly. Harker started to go for it, then changed his mind and said, "Find out who it is, first. If it's anybody official tell them I'm not home yet. Except Raymond."
Lois nodded and glided off toward the phone alcove. When she returned, she looked even more pale, more tense.
"Who was it?"
"Some—some crank. There've been a lot of those calls today, Jim."
He tightened his lips. "I'll have the number changed tomorrow. Nuisances."