Book 04 - Old Tin Sorrows by Glen Cook

him, and his father, too. He has his sentimental streak.”
    “That’s nice.” He hadn’t been sentimental when he’d been my supreme commander. Of course, I hadn’t gotten to know him.
    “He takes care of his own.” Dellwood opened the General’s door, seated me in the room where I’d met the old man before. Old Kaid was stoking the fire. “Wait here. I’ll have him out in a few minutes.” The temperature was obscene.
    “Sure. Thanks.”
    It was more than a few minutes but the old man was worth seeing when he came out. He had a smile on. His cheeks had gained some color. He waited till Dellwood and Kaid departed. “Good evening, Mr. Garrett. I take it you’ve made progress?”
    “Progress, General, but I don’t have any good news.” Had his health improved because the poisoner had backed off with me around?
    “Good news, bad news, better get on with it.”
    “I went into the city this morning. I put some acquaintances to work tracing the missing items through those people who deal in articles that stray from home. They’re competent. If the thief disposed of anything through those channels, they’ll find out and get a description of the seller. I do need instructions. Should they recover the articles? If they’ve been sold, you could be at the mercy of the new owners.”
    “Very good, sir. Very good. Yes. By all means. I want to recover whatever I can. I expect you’ll have problems getting them back from someone who’s taken a fancy to them.” He smiled.
    “You seem in good spirits, sir.”
    “I am. I am indeed. I haven’t felt this well in months. Maybe years. Not your doing but it did start after your arrival. You’re good luck. If I keep improving at this rate, I’ll be dancing within the month.”
    “I hope so, sir. Sir, that brings me to the bad news. But first a confession. I didn’t come out here just to unmask a thief.”
    “Ah?” There was a sparkle in his eye.
    “Yes sir. Sergeant Peters believes someone is poisoning you slowly. He wanted me to find out who. If it’s being done at all.”
    “And? You’ve found something?” He seemed troubled now.
    “No sir. Nothing like that.”
    That pleased him.
    “On the other hand, there’s no negative evidence. And one has to wonder about your recovery. It pleases me but I’m suspicious by nature.’
    “And this is your bad news?”
    “No sir. That’s nastier. More pervasive, if you will.”
    “Go on. I’m not one to slay the bearer of ill tidings or to ignore them because they aren’t what I want to hear.”
    “Let me preface this by saying I’d like to read your will.”
    He frowned. “Peters asked for a copy. Was that your doing?”
    “Yes.”
    “Go on.”
    “I’m afraid it may be written so as to encourage villainy.” I was starting to sound pompous. But it was hard to be one of the boys with General Stantnor. “If the number of heirs decreases, does the take for the survivors increase?”
    He gave me the fish-eye.
    “I gather half goes to Jennifer and the rest to everyone else. Sixteen people originally. After this morning, only eight. Meaning the take for survivors has doubled.”
    He looked at me hard. I thought he might throw me out, earlier protests to the contrary. “Support your suspicions, Mr. Garrett.”
    “I don’t think the four men who left you could have. One, maybe. Two at the most. But people aren’t built to walk away from so much money. Four?”
    “I can see that. Maybe. What else?”
    “Whoever put the arrow into Hawkes set it up ahead of time. The deer was too long dead to be a fresh kill. The sniper rode away on a horse. Would a peasant who has to poach have a horse? And the horseman headed this way after the ambuscade. Though that’s circumstantial. I lost the trail part way here.”
    He was quiet for a long time. His color deserted him. I pitied him then.
    “On a more personal level, two attempts have been made on my life since I’ve been here. I don’t know by who.”
    He looked at me but didn’t say anything.
    “Unearthing that wasn’t part of my brief. But I thought you