watch that thing?"
"Uh-huh."
"And? Was it him?"
"I think so," I said. "It would be a lot easier to say if he hadn't had that goddam hood on. He must have been sweltering in a skintight rubber suit and a rubber hood."
"Maybe the open crotch had a cooling effect."
"He looked right to me," I said. "The one gesture, his hand on the boy's hair, that's what finally rang a bell for me, but there were other points of correspondence. The way he held himself, the way he moved, these are things you can't cover up with a costume. The hands looked right. The gesture, stroking the boy's hair, that was just as I remembered it." I frowned. "I think it was the same girl, too."
"What girl? You didn't mention a girl. You mean his partner in crime, the one with the little tits?"
"I think she was the placard girl. Strutting around the ring between rounds with a sign telling what round was coming up."
"I don't suppose she was wearing her leather drag."
I shook my head. "She was dressed for the beach, showing a lot of leg. I didn't pay much attention to her."
"I'll bet."
"I mean it. There was something faintly familiar about her but I didn't study her face."
"Of course not. You were too busy looking at her ass." She put a hand on my arm. "I'd love to hear more," she said.
"But you're expecting company. I'll clear out. Do you mind if I leave the tape? I don't want to carry it around all day or make a special trip to get rid of it."
"No problem. And I hate to rush you, but-"
I gave her a kiss and left.
WHEN I got out to the street I had the urge to plant myself in a doorway and see who showed up. She hadn't come right out and said that her appointment was with a john, but neither had she said otherwise, and I had been careful not to ask. Nor did I really want to lurk in the shadows trying to spot her lunch date, and speculating just what he would have her do to earn the price of all those translations from the Spanish and Portuguese.
Sometimes it bothered me. Sometimes it didn't, and sometimes I thought that it ought to bother me more or less than it did. Someday, I thought, not for the first time, I would have to get it all sorted out.
In the meantime I walked over to Madison and took a bus thirty blocks uptown. Chance's gallery was one flight up over a shop that sold expensive clothing for children. The window featured a charming scene from Wind in the Willows, with the animals wearing the shop's fashions. Rat wore a moss-green jumper that probably cost as much as a whole shelf full of contemporary Latin American fiction.
The brass plate downstairs read, L. CHANCE COULTER/AFRICANA. I climbed a flight of carpeted stairs. The gilt-edged black lettering on the door bore the same legend, along with BY APPOINTMENT ONLY. I didn't have an appointment, but maybe I wouldn't need one. I rang, and after a moment the door was opened by Kid Bascomb. He was wearing a three-piece suit, and he smiled broadly when he saw who it was.
"Mr. Scudder!" he said. "It's good to see you. Is Mr. Coulter expecting you?"
"Not unless he has a crystal ball. I took a chance he'd be in."
"He'll be glad to see you. He's on the telephone but come right in, Mr. Scudder, and make yourself comfortable. I'll just tell him you're here."
I made my way around the room, looking at the masks and statues. I didn't know the field, but you didn't need much expertise to sense the quality of the pieces on display. I was standing in front of what the label identified as a Senufo mask from the Ivory Coast when the Kid returned to tell me that Chance would be with me in a minute. "He's on the phone with a gentleman in Antwerp," he said. "I believe that's in Belgium."
"I believe you're right. I didn't know you were working here, Kid."
"Oh, for some time now, Mr. Scudder." Last night in Maspeth I'd told him to call me Matt, but it was a lost cause. "You know I retired from the ring. I wasn't good enough."
"You were damned good."
He grinned. "Well, I met three in a row who was
"Uh-huh."
"And? Was it him?"
"I think so," I said. "It would be a lot easier to say if he hadn't had that goddam hood on. He must have been sweltering in a skintight rubber suit and a rubber hood."
"Maybe the open crotch had a cooling effect."
"He looked right to me," I said. "The one gesture, his hand on the boy's hair, that's what finally rang a bell for me, but there were other points of correspondence. The way he held himself, the way he moved, these are things you can't cover up with a costume. The hands looked right. The gesture, stroking the boy's hair, that was just as I remembered it." I frowned. "I think it was the same girl, too."
"What girl? You didn't mention a girl. You mean his partner in crime, the one with the little tits?"
"I think she was the placard girl. Strutting around the ring between rounds with a sign telling what round was coming up."
"I don't suppose she was wearing her leather drag."
I shook my head. "She was dressed for the beach, showing a lot of leg. I didn't pay much attention to her."
"I'll bet."
"I mean it. There was something faintly familiar about her but I didn't study her face."
"Of course not. You were too busy looking at her ass." She put a hand on my arm. "I'd love to hear more," she said.
"But you're expecting company. I'll clear out. Do you mind if I leave the tape? I don't want to carry it around all day or make a special trip to get rid of it."
"No problem. And I hate to rush you, but-"
I gave her a kiss and left.
WHEN I got out to the street I had the urge to plant myself in a doorway and see who showed up. She hadn't come right out and said that her appointment was with a john, but neither had she said otherwise, and I had been careful not to ask. Nor did I really want to lurk in the shadows trying to spot her lunch date, and speculating just what he would have her do to earn the price of all those translations from the Spanish and Portuguese.
Sometimes it bothered me. Sometimes it didn't, and sometimes I thought that it ought to bother me more or less than it did. Someday, I thought, not for the first time, I would have to get it all sorted out.
In the meantime I walked over to Madison and took a bus thirty blocks uptown. Chance's gallery was one flight up over a shop that sold expensive clothing for children. The window featured a charming scene from Wind in the Willows, with the animals wearing the shop's fashions. Rat wore a moss-green jumper that probably cost as much as a whole shelf full of contemporary Latin American fiction.
The brass plate downstairs read, L. CHANCE COULTER/AFRICANA. I climbed a flight of carpeted stairs. The gilt-edged black lettering on the door bore the same legend, along with BY APPOINTMENT ONLY. I didn't have an appointment, but maybe I wouldn't need one. I rang, and after a moment the door was opened by Kid Bascomb. He was wearing a three-piece suit, and he smiled broadly when he saw who it was.
"Mr. Scudder!" he said. "It's good to see you. Is Mr. Coulter expecting you?"
"Not unless he has a crystal ball. I took a chance he'd be in."
"He'll be glad to see you. He's on the telephone but come right in, Mr. Scudder, and make yourself comfortable. I'll just tell him you're here."
I made my way around the room, looking at the masks and statues. I didn't know the field, but you didn't need much expertise to sense the quality of the pieces on display. I was standing in front of what the label identified as a Senufo mask from the Ivory Coast when the Kid returned to tell me that Chance would be with me in a minute. "He's on the phone with a gentleman in Antwerp," he said. "I believe that's in Belgium."
"I believe you're right. I didn't know you were working here, Kid."
"Oh, for some time now, Mr. Scudder." Last night in Maspeth I'd told him to call me Matt, but it was a lost cause. "You know I retired from the ring. I wasn't good enough."
"You were damned good."
He grinned. "Well, I met three in a row who was
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