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"Richards mother-"
He closed his eyes. "I lost my wife almost fifteen years ago," he said.
"I didnt know that. "
"It was hard for both of us. For Richard and for myself. In retrospect I think that I should have married again. I never… never entertained the idea. I was able to have a housekeeper, and my own duties facilitated my spending more time with him than the average father might have been able to manage. I thought that was sufficient. "
"And now you dont think so?"
"I dont know. I occasionally think there is very little we can do to change our destiny. Our lives play themselves out according to a master plan. " He smiled briefly. "That is either a very comforting thing to believe or quite the opposite, Mr. Scudder. "
"I can see how it could be. "
"Other times I think there ought to have been something I could have done. Richard was drawn very much into himself. He was shy, reticent, very much a private person. "
"Did he have much of a social life? I mean during high school, while he was living here. "
"He had friends. "
"Did he date?"
"He wasnt interested in girls at that time. He was never interested in girls until he came into that womans clutches. "
"Did it bother you that he wasnt interested in girls?"
That was as close as I cared to come to intimating that Richie was interested in boys instead. If it registered at all, Vanderpoel didnt show it. "I was not concerned," he said. "I took it for granted that Richard would ultimately develop a fine and healthy loving relationship with the girl who would eventually become his wife and bear his children. That he was not involved in social dating in the meantime did not upset me. If you were in a position to see what I see, Mr. Scudder, you would realize that a great deal of trouble stems from too much involvement of one sex with the other sex. I have seen girls pregnant in their early teens. I have seen young men forced into marriage at a very tender age. I have seen young people afflicted with unmentionable diseases. No, I was if anything delighted that Richard was a late bloomer in this area. "
He shook his head. "And yet," he said, "perhaps if he had been more experienced, perhaps if he had been less innocent, he would not have been so easy a victim for Miss Hanniford. "
We sat for a few moments in silence. I asked him a few more things without getting anything significant in reply. He asked again if I wanted a cup of coffee. I declined and said it was time I was getting on my way. He didnt try to persuade me to stay.
I got my coat from the vestibule closet where the housekeeper had stashed it. As I was putting it on I said, "I understand you saw your son once after the killing. "
"Yes. "
"In his cell. "
"That is correct. " He winced almost imperceptibly at the recollection. "We didnt speak at length. I tried only to do what little I could to put his mind at rest. Evidently I failed. He… he elected to mete out his own punishment for what he had done. "
"I talked to the lawyer his case was assigned to. A Mr. Topakian. "
"I didnt meet the man myself. After Richard… took his own life… well, I saw no point in seeing the lawyer. And I couldnt bring myself to do it. "
"I understand. " I finished buttoning my coat. "Topakian said Richard had no memory of the actual murder. "
"Oh?"
"Did your son say anything to you about it?"
He hesitated for a moment, and I didnt think he was going to answer. Then he gave his head an impatient shake. "Theres no harm in saying it now, is there? Perhaps he was speaking truthfully to the lawyer, perhaps his memory was clouded at the time. " He sighed again. "Richard told me he had killed her. He said he did not know what had come over him. "
"Did he give any explanation?"
"Explanation? I dont know if you would call it an explanation, Mr. Scudder. It explained certain things to me, however. "
"What did he say?"
He looked off over my shoulder, searching his mind for the right words. Finally he said, "He told me that there was a sudden moment of awful clarity when he saw her face. He said it was as if he had been given a glimpse of the Devil and knew only that he must destroy, destroy. "
"I see. "
"Without absolving my son, Mr. Scudder, I nevertheless hold Miss Hanniford responsible for the loss of her own life. She snared him, she blinded him to her real self, and then for a moment the veil slipped aside, the blindfold was loosed from around his eyes, and he saw her plain. And saw, I feel certain, what she had done to him, to his life. "
"You almost sound as though you feel it was right for him to kill her. "
He stared at me, eyes briefly wide in shock. "Oh, no," he said. "Never that. One does not play God. It is Gods province to punish and reward, to give and to take away. It is not Mans. "
I reached for the doorknob, hesitated. "What did you say to Richard?"
"I scarcely remember. There was little to be said, and Im afraid I was in too deep a state of personal shock to be very communicative. My son asked my forgiveness. I gave him my blessing. I told him he should look to the Lord for forgiveness. " At close range his blue eyes were magnified by the thick lenses. There were tears in their corners. "I only hope he did," he said. "I only hope he did. "
Chapter 8
I got out of bed while the sky was still dark. I still had the same headache Id gone to bed with. I went into the bathroom, swallowed a couple of aspirins, then forced myself to put in some time under a hot shower. By the time I was dry and dressed, the headache was mostly gone and the sky was starting to brighten up.
My head was full of fragments of conversation from the night before. Id returned from Brooklyn with a headache and a thirst, and Id treated the second more thoroughly than the first. I remember a sketchy conversation with Anita on Long Island-the boys were fine, they were sleeping now, theyd like to come in to New York and see me, maybe stay overnight if it was convenient. Id said that would be great, but I was working on a case right now. "The cobblers children always go barefoot," I told her. I dont think she knew what I was talking about.
I got to Armstrongs just as Trina was going off duty. I bought her a couple of stingers and told her a little about the case I was working on. "His mother died when he was six or seven years old," I said. "I hadnt known that. "
"Does it make a difference, Matt?"
"I dont know. "
After she left I sat by myself and had a few more drinks. I was going to have a hamburger toward the end, but they had already closed the kitchen. I dont know what time I got back to my room. I didnt notice, or didnt remember.
I had breakfast and a lot of coffee next door at the Red Flame. I thought about calling Hanniford at his office. I decided it could wait.
The clerk in the branch post office on Christopher Street informed me that forwarding addresses were only kept active for a year. I suggested that he could check the back files, and he said it wasnt his job and it could be very time-consuming and he was overworked as it was. That would have made him the first overworked postal employee since Benjamin Franklin. I took a hint and palmed him a ten-dollar bill. He seemed surprised, either at the amount or at being given anything at all besides an argument. He went off into a back room and returned a few minutes later with an address for Marcia Maisel on East Eighty-fourth near York Avenue.
The building was a high-rise with underground parking and a lobby that would have served a small airport. There was a little waterfall with pebbles and plastic plants. I couldnt find a Maisel in the directory of tenants. The doorman had never heard of her. I managed to find the super, and he recognized the name. He said shed gotten married a few months ago and moved out. Her married name was Mrs. Gerald Thal. He had an address for her in Mamaroneck.
I got her number from Westchester Information and dialed it. It was busy the first three times. The fourth time around it rang twice and a woman answered.
I said, "Mrs. Thal?"
"Yes?"
"My name is Matthew Scudder. Id like to talk to you about Wendy Hanniford. "
There was a long silence, and I wondered if I had the right person after all. Id found a stack of old magazines in a closet of Wendys apartment with Marcia Maisels name and the Bethune Street address on them. It was possible that there had been a false connection somewhere along the way-the postal clerk could have pulled the wrong Maisel, the superintendent could have picked the wrong card out of his file.
Then she said, "What do you want from me?"
"I want to ask you a few questions. "
"Why me?"
"You lived in the Bethune Street apartment with her. "
"That was a long time ago. " Long ago, and in another country. And besides, the wench is dead. "I havent seen Wendy in years. I dont even know if I would recognize her. Would have recognized her. "
"But you did know her at one time. "
"So what? Would you hold on? I have to get a cigarette. " I held on. She returned after a moment and said, "I read about it in the newspapers, of course. The boy who did it killed himself, didnt he?"
"Yes. "
"Then why drag me into it?"
The fact that she didnt want to be dragged into it was almost reason enough in itself. But I explained the nature of my particular mission, Cale Hannifords need to know about the recent past of his daughter now that she had no future. When I had finished she told me that she guessed she could answer some questions.
"You moved from Bethune Street to East Eighty-fourth Street a year ago last June. "
"How do you know so much about me? Never mind, go on. "
"I wondered why you moved. "
"I wanted a place of my own. "
"I see. "
"Plus it was nearer my work. I had a job on the East Side, and it was a hassle getting there from the Village. "
"How did you happen to room with Wendy in the first place?"
"She had an apartment that was too big for her, and I needed a place to stay. It seemed like a good idea at the time. "
"But it didnt turn out to be a good idea?"
"Well, the location, and also I like my privacy. "
She was going to give me whatever answers would get rid of me most efficiently. I wished I were talking to her face-to-face instead of over the telephone. At the same time I hoped I wouldnt have to kill a day driving out to Mamaroneck.
"How did you happen to share the apartment?"
"I just told you, she had a place-"
"Did you answer an ad?"
"Oh, I see what you mean. No, I ran into her on the street, as a matter of fact. "
"You had known her previously?"
"Oh, I thought you realized. I knew her at college. I didnt know her well, we were never close, see, but it was a small college and everybody more or less knew everybody, and I ran into her on the street and we got to talking. "
"You knew her at college. "
"Yeah, I thought you realized. You seem to know so many facts about me, Im surprised you didnt know that. "