I thought maybe she really wanted the bath, so I took her to the extension in my bedroom. I sat down by the fire quite a while, and waited. It was all swimming around in my head, and it hadn’t come out at all like I expected. Down somewhere inside of me, it began to gnaw at me that I had to tell her, I had to come out with the whole thing, when all of a sudden the bell rang. When I opened the door a taxi driver was standing there.
“You called for a cab?”
“No, nobody called.”
He fished out a piece of paper and peered at it, when she came downstairs. “I guess that’s my cab.”
“Oh, you ordered it?”
“Yes. Thanks ever so much. It’s been so pleasant.”
She was as cold as a dead man’s foot, and she was down the walk and gone before I could think of anything to say. I watched her get in the cab, watched it drive off, then closed the door and went back in the living room. When I sat down on the sofa I could still smell her perfume, and her glass was only half drunk. That catch came in my throat again, and I began to curse at myself out loud, even while I was pouring myself a drink.
I had started to find out what she was up to, but all I had found out was that I was nuts about her. I went over and over it till I was dizzy, and nothing she had done, and nothing she had said, proved anything. She might be on the up-and-up, and she might be playing me for a still worse sucker than I had thought she was, a sucker that was going to play her game for her, and not even get anything for it. In the bank, she treated me just like she treated the others, pleasant, polite, and pretty. I didn’t take her to the hospital any more, and that was how we went along for three or four days.
Then came the day for the monthly check on cash, and I tried to kid myself that was what I had been waiting for, before I did anything about the shortage. So I went around with Helm, and checked them all. They opened their boxes, and Helm counted them up, and I counted his count. She stood there while I was counting hers, with a dead pan that could mean anything, and of course it checked to the cent. Down in my heart I knew it would. Those false entries had all been made to balance the cash, and as they went back for a couple of years, there wasn’t a chance that it would show anything in just one month.
That afternoon when I went home I had it out with myself, and woke up that I wasn’t going to do anything about that shortage, that I couldn’t do anything about it, until at least I had spoken to her, anyway acted like a white man.
So that night I drove over to Glendale, and parked right on Mountain Drive where I had always parked. I went early, in case she started sooner when she went by bus, and I waited a long time. I waited so long I almost gave up, but then along about half past seven, here she came out of the house, and walking fast. I waited till she was about a hundred feet away, and then I gave that same little tap on the horn I had given before. She started to run, and I had this sick feeling that she was going by without even speaking, so I didn’t look. I wouldn’t give her that much satisfaction. But before I knew it the door opened and slammed, and there she was on the seat beside me, and she was squeezing my hand, and half whispering:
“I’m so glad you came. So glad.”
We didn’t say much going in. I went to the newsreel, but what came out on the screen I couldn’t tell you. I was going over and over in my mind what I was going to say to her, or at least trying to. But every time when I’d get talking about it, I’d find myself starting off about her home life, and trying to find out if Brent really had taken up with another woman, and more of the same that only meant one thing. It meant I wanted her for myself. And it meant I was trying to make myself believe that she didn’t know anything about the shortage, that she had been on the up-and-up all the time, that she really liked me. I went back to the car, and got in, and pretty soon she came out of the hospital, and ran down the steps. Then she stopped, and stood there like she was thinking. Then she started for the car again, but she wasn’t running now. She was walking slow. When she got in she leaned back and closed her eyes.
“Dave?”
It was the first time she had ever called me by my first name. I felt my heart jump. “Yes, Sheila?”
“Could we have a fire tonight?”
“I’d love it.”
“I’ve—I’ve got to talk to you.”
So I drove to my house. Sam let us in, but I chased him out. We went in the living room, and once more I didn’t turn on the light. She helped me light the fire, and I started into the kitchen to fix something to drink, but she stopped me.
“I don’t want anything to drink. Unless you do.”
“No. I don’t drink much.”
“Let’s sit down.”
She sat on the sofa, where she had been before, and I sat beside her. I didn’t try any passes. She looked in the fire a long time, and then she took my arm and pulled it around her. “Am I terrible?”
“No.”
“I want it there.”
I started to kiss her, but she raised her hand, covered my lips with her fingers, then pushed my face away. She dropped her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes, and didn’t speak for a long time. Then: “Dave, there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“It’s pretty tragic, and it involves the bank, and if you don’t want to hear it from me, this way, just say so and I’ll go home.”
“…All right. Shoot.”
“Charles is short in his accounts.”
“How much?”
“A little over nine thousand dollars. Nine one one three point two six, if you want the exact amount. I’ve been suspecting it. I noticed one or two things. He kept saying I must have made mistakes in my bookkeeping, but tonight I made him admit it.”
“Well. That’s not so good.”
“How bad is it?”
“It’s pretty bad.”
“Dave, tell me the truth about it. I’ve got to know. What will they do to him? Will they put him in prison?”
“I’m afraid they will.”
“What, actually, does happen?”
“A good bit of what happens is up to the bonding company. If they get tough, he needn’t expect much mercy. It’s dead open-and-shut. They put him under arrest, have him indicted, and the rest of it’s a question of how hard they bear down, and how it hits the court. Sometimes, of course, there are extenuating circumstances—”
“There aren’t any. He didn’t spend that money on me, or on the children, or on his home. I’ve kept all expenses within his salary, and I’ve even managed to save a little for him, every week.”
“Yeah, I noticed your account.”
“He spent it on another woman.”
“I see.”
“Does it make any difference if restitution is made?”
“All the difference in the world.”
“If so, would he get off completely free?”
“There again, it all depends on the bonding company, and the deal that could be made with them. They might figure they’d make any kind of a deal, to get the money back, but as a rule they’re not lenient. They can’t be. The way they look at it, every guy that gets away with it means ten guys next year that’ll try to get away with it.”
“Suppose they never knew it?”
“I don’t get you.”
“Suppose I could find a way to put the money back, I mean suppose I could get the money, and then found a way to make the records conform, so nobody ever knew there was anything wrong.”
“It couldn’t be done.”
“Oh yes, it could.”
“The passbooks would give it away. Sooner or later.”
“Not the way I’d do it.”
“That—I would have to think about.”
“You know what this means to me, don’t you?”
“I think so.”
“It’s not on account of me. Or Charles. I try not to wish ill to anybody, but if he had to pay, it might be what he deserves. It’s on account of my two children. Dave, I can’
t have them spend the rest of their lives knowing their father was a convict, that he’d been in prison. Do you, can you, understand what that means, Dave?”
For the first time since she had begun to talk, I looked at her then. She was still in my arms, but she was turned to me in a strained, tense kind of way, and her eyes looked haunted. I patted her head, and tried to think. But I knew there was one thing I had to do. I had to clear up my end of it. She had come clean with me, and for a while, anyway, I believed in her. I had to come clean with her.
“Sheila?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve got to tell you something.”
“…What is it, Dave?”
“I’ve known this all along. For at least a week.”
“Is that why you were looking at me that day?”
“Yes. It’s why I acted that way, that night. I thought you knew it. I thought you had known it, even when you came to me that night, to ask for the job. I thought you were playing me for a sucker, and I wanted to find out how far you’d go, to get me where you wanted me. Well—that clears that up.”
She was sitting up now, looking at me hard.
“Dave, I didn’t know it.”
“I know you didn’t—now, I know it.”
“I knew about her—this woman he’s been—going around with. I wondered sometimes where he got the money. But this, I had no idea. Until two or three days ago. Until I began to notice discrepancies in the passbooks.”
“Yeah, that’s what I noticed.”
“And that’s why you turned seducer?”
“Yeah. It’s not very natural to me, I guess. I didn’t fool you any. What I’m trying to say is I don’t feel that way about you. I want you every way there is to want somebody, but—I mean it. Do you know what I’m getting at, if anything?”
She nodded, and all of a sudden we were in each other’s arms, and I was kissing her, and she was kissing back, and her lips were warm and soft, and once more I had that feeling in my throat, that catch like I wanted to cry or something. We sat there a long time, not saying anything, just holding each other close. We were halfway to her house before we remembered about the shortage and what we were going to do about it. She begged me once more to give her a chance to save her children from the disgrace. I told her I’d have to think it over, but I knew in my heart I was going to do anything she asked me to.
IV
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING to get this money?”
“There’s only one place I can possibly get it.”
“Which is?”
“My father.”
“Has he got that much dough?”
“I don’t know…. He owns his house. Out in Westwood. He could get something on that. He has a little money. I don’t know how much. But for the last few years his only daughter hasn’t been any expense. I guess he can get it.”
“How’s he going to feel about it?”
“He’s going to hate it. And if he lets me have it, it won’t be on account of Charles. He bears no goodwill to Charles, I can tell you that. And it won’t be on account of me. He was pretty bitter when I even considered marrying Charles, and when I actually went and did it—well, we won’t go into that. But for his grandchildren’s sake, he might. Oh, what a mess. What an awful thing.”
It was the next night, and we were sitting in the car, where I had parked on one of the terraces overlooking the ocean. I suppose it was around eight-thirty, as she hadn’t stayed at the hospital very long. She sat looking out at the surf, and then suddenly I said I might as well drive her over to her father’s. I did, and she didn’t have much to say. I parked near the house, and she went in, and she stayed a long time. It must have been eleven o’clock when she came out. She got in the car, and then she broke down and cried, and there wasn’t much I could do. When she got a little bit under control, I asked, “Well, what luck?”
“Oh, he’ll do it, but it was awful.”
“If he got sore, you can’t blame him much.”
“He didn’t get sore. He just sat there, and shook his head, and there was no question about whether he’d let me have the money or not. But—Dave, an old man, he’s been paying on that house for fifteen years, and last year he got it clear. If he wants to, he can spend his summers in Canada, he and Mamma both. And now—it’s all gone, he’ll have to start paying all over again, all because of this. And he never said a word.”
“What did your mother say?”
“I didn’t tell her. I suppose he will, but I couldn’t, I waited till she went to bed. That’s what kept me so long. Fifteen years, paying regularly every month, and now it’s to go, all because Charles fell for a simpleton that isn’t worth the powder and shot to blow her to hell.”
I didn’t sleep very well that night. I kept thinking of the old history professor, and his house, and Sheila, and Brent lying down there in the hospital with a tube in his belly. Up to then I hadn’t thought much about him. I didn’t like him, and he was washed up with Sheila, and I had just conveniently not thought of him at all. I thought of him now, though, and wondered who the simpleton was that he had fallen for, and whether he was as nuts about her as I was about Sheila. Then I got to wondering whether I thought enough of her to embezzle for her, and that brought me sitting up in bed, staring out the window at the night. I could say I wouldn’t, that I had never stolen from anybody, and never would, but here I was already mixed up in it some kind of way. It was a week since I uncovered that shortage, and I hadn’t said a word about it to the home office, and I was getting ready to help her cover up.
Something popped in me then, about Brent, I mean, and I quit kidding myself. I did some hard figuring in bed there, and I didn’t like it a bit, but I knew what I had to do. Next night, instead of heading for the ocean, I headed for my house again, and pretty soon we were back in front of the fire. I had mixed a drink this time, because at least I felt at peace with myself, and I held her in my arms quite a while before I got to it. Then: “Sheila?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve had it out with myself.”
“Dave, you’re not going to turn him in?”
“No, but I’ve decided that there’s only one person that can take that rap.”
“Who do you mean?”
“Me.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“All right, I drove you over to see your father last night, and he took it pretty hard. Fifteen years, paying on that house, and now it’s all got to go, and he don’t get anything out of it at all. Why should he pay? I got a house, too, and I do get something out of it.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“You.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean I got to cough up that nine thousand bucks.”
“You will not!”
“Look, let’s quit kidding ourselves. All right, Brent stole the dough, he spent it on a cutie, he treated you lousy. He’s father of two children that happen also to be your father’s grandchildren, and that means your father’s got to pay. Well, ain’t that great. Here’s the only thing that matters about this: Brent’s down and out. He’s in the shadow of the penitentiary, he’s in the hospital recovering from one of the worst operations there is, he’s in one hell of a spot. But me—I’m in love with his wife. While he’s down, I’m getting ready to take her away from him, the one thing he’s got left. O.K., that’s not so pretty, but that’s how I feel about it. But the least I can do is kick in with that dough. So, I’m doing it. So, quit bothering your old man. So, that’s all.”
“I can’t let you do it.”
“Why not?”
“If you paid that money, then I’d be bought.”
She got up and began to walk around the room. “You’ve practically said so yourself. You’re getting ready to take a man’s wife away from him, and you’re going to salve your conscience by replacing the money he stole. That’s all very well for him, since he doesn’t seem to want his wife anyway. But can’t you see where it pu
ts me? What can I say to you now? Or what could I say, if I let you put up that money? I can’t pay you back. Not in ten years could I make enough to pay you nine thousand dollars. I’m just your—creature.”
I watched her as she moved around, touching the furniture with her hands, not looking at me, and then all of a sudden a hot, wild feeling went through me, and the blood began to pound in my head. I went over and jerked her around, so she was facing me. “Listen, there’s not many guys that feel for a woman nine thousand dollars’ worth. What’s the matter with that? Don’t you want to be bought?”
I took her in my arms, and shoved my lips against hers. “Is that so tough?”
She opened her mouth, so our teeth were clicking, and just breathed it: “It’s grand, just grand.”
She kissed me then, hard. “So it was just a lot of hooey you were handing me?”
“Just hooey, nothing but hooey. Oh, it’s so good to be bought. I feel like something in a veil, and a harem skirt—and I just love it.”
“Now—we’ll put that money back.”
“Yes, together.”
“We’ll start tomorrow.”
“Isn’t that funny. I’m completely in your power. I’m your slave, and I feel so safe, and know that nothing’s going to happen to me, ever.”
“That’s right. It’s a life sentence for you.”
“Dave, I’ve fallen in love.”
“Me, too.”
V
IF YOU THINK IT’S hard to steal money from a bank, you’re right. But it’s nothing like as hard as it is to put the money back. Maybe I haven’t made it quite clear yet what that bird was doing. In the first place, when there’s a shortage in a bank, it’s always in the savings, because no statements are rendered on them. The commercial depositor, the guy with a checking account, I mean, gets a statement every month. But no statements are rendered to savings depositors. They show up with their passbooks, and plunk their money down, and the deposit is entered in their books, and their books are their statements. They never see the bank’s cards, so naturally the thing can go on a long time before it’s found out, and when it’s found out, it’s most likely to be by accident, like this was, because Brent didn’t figure on his trip to the hospital.