He stopped. “Thanks. I’ll let you know. Of course I eat here, so I won’t starve. Would you care for a comment from Miss Marcy?”
He used both hands this time, and what came out was no jangle but a very pretty running coo. It was Miss Marcy to a T, with her variations and changes of pace, and he did it without any sign of a tune.
“Check,” I said when he stopped. “I’d know her with my eyes shut. Beautiful.”
“Thanks. Did Lewent tell you that I’m infatuated with Miss Riff?”
“No. Are you?”
“Oh, yes. If I played that for you, how I feel about Miss Riff, you’d be overcome, though I admit she isn’t. That’s why I wrote Lewent to come, because I was afraid she was going for my uncle, and I still am, I’m shivering with terror. And now, between you, you and he have bitched it up.”
I told him that I disagreed and explained why. For one thing, I said, Lewent felt that getting the three suspects stirred up against him would not handicap him but help him. As soon as we found out which one it was he was going to start working on her, and he much preferred hostility to indifference as a base to start from. Thayer argued the point, but it was hard to hear him because he kept accompanying himself on the piano, and I requested him to move back to the bed, which he did. After more talk I decided I was wasting my time, since he couldn’t furnish even a respectable guess on the question I was supposed to get answered, so I left him and moseyed back downstairs.
On the landing one flight down a maid in uniform with lipstick an inch thick gave me a sidewise glance, and I thought of wrangling her into the sewing room and pumping her, but decided to reserve it. On the floor below that I was tempted. Off to the right was the door to Lewent’s room, and the big door straight ahead, which had been widened to admit the wheelchair, as Lewent had informed me, led to Huck’s room. I could go and knock on it and, if I got a response, enter and ask him something. If there was no response, I could enter and take a look. A man who has been properly trained can do a lot of looking in five minutes, and it might be something quite simple, like a picture or a note in a drawer between shirts. But I reserved that too and descended another flight.
That was the floor Huck’s study was on, but I couldn’t use him at the moment, and there was no sight or sound of anyone, so I continued my downward journey and was on the ground floor. No one was in sight there either, but a sound came through where a door was standing half open, and I went and passed in. I have a habit of not making an uproar when I move. On a TV screen a man and woman were glaring at each other, with her breathing hard and him saying something. On a chair with her back to me sat Mrs. O’Shea, sipping a liquid from a glass and looking at the TV. I stepped across to a chair not far from her, sat, and focused on the screen. She knew I was there, certainly, but gave no sign. For some twenty minutes we sat and watched and listened to the story unfold. When it ended and the commercial started she went and turned it off.
“Good reception,” I said appreciatively.