Spaniel didnât heist the Da Vinci, so who did? Spaniel didnât send that hood gunning for me, so who did?â
âMaybe ⦠maybe he did send the hood, Scott,â Lupo said hesitantly. âJust because he didnât know by sight the person who hired ââ
âQuit trying. Thereâs plenty more. For one thing, Spaniel didnât get that phone call when he was with Ardith Mellow until a little after ten thirty.â
âArdith Mellow? Youâre kidding. Nobody can be named ââ
âThatâs her name. You must have seen Alston with her, in order to be able to describe herâand very well, by the way, a superbly fat redhead with green eyes, to change your description a little. But you didnât get in touch with Spaniel the first time I talked to you. You just gave me a song and dance and got in touch with that hood instead. After I charged in on you the second timeâstill alive, and full of funâ then you called Al. The important point is, Spaniel didnât get that call from you until after the hood had tried for me at the Spartan and missed. That hood was dead and all through bleeding by ten p.m.â
He rolled it around in his head, nodded slightly, looking depressed.
âLupo, I told you I suspected three men of the heist, one of whom was Alston Spaniel. You yourself told me the only one of the three you contacted was Spaniel. So the guy who sent that hood to stop meâto stop me from getting to the guy who really stole that quarter-of-a-million-buck Da Vinciâwas one of four men who knew I was on the prowl for it. And he was the one with the most to lose. Either Spaniel himself, you, a guy named Zeke to whom I told the same story I gave you, or my client. I arbitrarily eliminate Zeke for many good reasons. Good enough for me, anyway. It wouldnât have been my client, says the simplest logic. From talking to Spanielâs two tomatoesâand Spaniel himself, for that matterâI know it wasnât Spaniel. That leaves you, Lupo.â
âI wish you were dead,â he said, almost brightly.
âYeah, I know.â
âYou want to buy me another drink, Scott?â
âSure. Iâll buy you champagne if you want it. This is a night for celebration.â
He smiled sadly.
I ordered one more drink, for him. Mine was three fourths full. But thatâs usually the way it is, you can almost look at the glasses and tell whoâs been doing all the talking. Lupoâs turn was coming, though.
âHell,â I said, âI should have realized Spaniel wouldnât have been cavorting with two babes, not if he was preparing to get rid of a hot Da Vinci. Not even Alston Spaniel. And if he wasnât selling the Da Vinci, who was? But thereâs one more little itemâthen itâs your turn, Lupo.â
âWhatâs the item?â
âThe first time I saw you Wednesday night, here in Dollyâs, you were at the bar, talking to a flabby, heavy-set man. He disappeared, almost immediately. The second time I saw you, in the Happy Time, a guyâwho, I noted even then, looked much like the character Iâd earlier seen with you in Dollyâsâwas jawing with you. And he took off like a scared rabbit. Just like the first time. Iâll give you eight to five he was your customer, the guy you were dickering with about the price of the Da Vinci. How much did you get, by the way?â
Lupo was looking at his drink. Finally he raised his eyes and stared at me silently for maybe ten long seconds. Then he said, âA hundred thousand. He had it with him the second time you spotted us together. My cut was forty Gâs.â
âWho took it off your hands for the hundred big ones?â
âFinster.â
At first the name didnât register. Then I remembered where Iâd heard it. Sure; it made sense. âOK, Lupo,â I said. âThe rest of it.â
This time, while he
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