John D MacDonald - Travis McGee 05 - A Deadly Shade of Gold
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An eyebrow arched in question.
"Yes. It started sort of by accident. It was very good. It surprised both of us. It pleased us both. It could have lasted."
"Then I am so glad of her having that, to be happy that way a little time. Was it a hard dying for her?"
"No. It was over in an instant, Shaja."
"She was thinking she would die down there I think. There is this think of the will she made out. I have this fine house from her. Her family was given the store. But the way it is, I am in charge. The shares, they are in escrow. The bank, it is helping me run the store, and as I make money I pay it to her family and each time a little of the store is more mine, until finally all, if I have the luck and work very very hard. By the time my hoosband can come, everything will be safe and nice here for us two."
I had improvised my lie. "Shaj, she was so happy that she was certain something might go wrong. We talked about you. She was very fond of you. As you know, we had a chance to come out of this with a profit. She said that if anything happened to her, you should have her share for a special purpose. I have it in a safe place for you."
"A special purpose?"
"Something to do with a mild little man, getting bald on his head in the middle, a teacher of history, one year married to the ice princess before he threw the little bottles of fire at the tanks."
She leaned toward me, eyes staring, "What you say?" she whispered. "What you say to me?"
"These things can be arranged for money, can't they?"
"Ah, yes. Political things. Yes. A case of being very careful, of going to the right persons. I think it is done nicely with English pounds or Swiss francs or American dollars. About needing the exchange, I think. But it has to be much much money, and time to work so carefully."
"How much?"
She made a mouth of distaste. "They are greedy. An impossible amount. A hoondred thousand of dollars, maybe."
"Then that will leave you an extra twenty-five thousand for expenses, Shaja."
She did not move. Tears filled, spilled, rolled, fell. She turned and flung herself face down on the couch, sobbing. I went over and knelt beside her, patted her shoulder awkwardly.
When at last she raised her tear-stained face, I have never seen such a look in all my life, such a glow, such a lambent joy. "We will not be too late for children," she cried. "Ah, we will not be too late for them."
She pulled herself together. She tried to ask polite questions about Nora, but her heart was not in it. I knew I should leave her with her happiness. She went to the door with me. Her last question had an old testament ring about it. "The guilty have all been punished, Travis?"
"Yes. Along with the innocent."
She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the mouth. "Do not have sick eyes, my good friend. My hoosband is once telling me this strange thing. We are all guilty. Also, we are all innocent, every one. God bless you."
I went back to the Busted Flush. I wanted to get very very drunk. I wanted to hallucinate, and bring back the women, one at a time, where I could see them, and tell each one of them how things had gone wrong, and how sorry I was.
But instead I got hold of Meyer and he came over with my backgammon board and we played until three in the morning. I took forty-four dollars away from him. He said, upon leaving, that he didn't know where I'd been or what I'd been doing, but it had certainly given me a nice rest and improved my concentration.
As I was going to sleep I decided I would look up Branks and tell him that Sam Taggart had been killed by Miguel Alconedo, now deceased. And, indeed, he had been, just as surely as if he'd driven the knife into Sam instead of into the woman whose arms Sam had held as it was done.
And I wondered if Shaja would want help on her mission. It would be nice to see one splendid thing come of this, without accident. Good old Cal Tomberlin and good old Carlos Menterez had each chipped in, to bring back the history teacher. And there was some money to send down to Felicia... as Sam had promised her....
The End