Part 3 (1/2)

The tenants were interviewed--Oswald had the sense to move them right back into their new apartments--and not one of them could be made to break down and admit that those buildings hadn't been slums yesterday.

Well, you couldn't blame them for sticking by Witch, look what Witch had done for them was the word that went around Bleek's.

Of course the thing was a curiosity natural, and the police had so many men a.s.signed there by nightfall it looked like a concentration camp. TV portables and news photographer's flashbulbs didn't lessen the confusion any, and the crowds were being let in and through only when there was room for more.

Bill Howard was there when Randolph went through, in earnest conversation with a group of youngsters in one room. Oswald arranged that the Witch manufacturer should have a strong police escort, and the crowds moved back to make way for him in each apartment.

The tenants answered his questions, but they did so with a sullenness that surprised Randolph. Yes, it had been a mess the day before. Yes, it had been rebuilt, obviously, during the night, while they were gone. Yes, just the one night.

”They should be saying thank you,” Randolph noted to Oswald. ”They're acting as though I were a suspicious character.”

”It's our escort,” Oswald explained suavely. ”These people don't think of cops as their friends. Besides, this is pretty new to them.”

Randolph chewed his lip, and decided that Oswald was probably right.

But the att.i.tude was general, and it irritated him. He left after the briefest go-through.

That night Bill Howard was conservative in recounting the big news-story of the ”slum clearance.” He wasn't giving it the real Howard try, Randolph thought, sitting in front of his TV. There was a quote in the story he told, too, from the father of the Jones family that had been on the program the night before. ”I reckon it's pretty wonderful, Mr. Howard,” Jones had told him. ”But I don't rightly know that I like it. Must admit I'm scared of this stuff,” he had said, and he waved his hand at the newness.

It was just a single sour note in the story, but it stuck out. The rest was a description, without any mention of the ”miracle” part.

At the break, the witches played the credit line to the hilt, though.

”Witches of the world unite to make it clean, clean, clean, Witch clean--NOW!” they chanted their cry, and reenacted the scene of the night before, while the announcer's voice rode over the muted jingle to explain that Witch products had been used to make the slum clean, clean, Witch clean, even though it took carpenters and builders and contractors to remodel a slum building itself. That's better, thought Randolph, watching. No more of this ”miracle” nonsense.

It was barely 10:00 a.m. next morning when Randolph's phone rang.

”Randolph, here,” he said, and heard Oswald's voice without preliminary.

”They've gone.”

”Who's gone?”

”The tenants of the building. Just picked up their duds and left. I've put d.i.c.ks on the case, and one family has moved in with relatives in the Bronx. The others scattered, but we'll trace 'em. Here's one of the policemen that was on duty when they left. He'll tell you.”

A new voice came on the phone, as Randolph chewed his lip.

”Mr. Randolph? This is what happened, near as I can figure. We roped off the area at dark, last night. Figured we'd give the families some rest, and keep out the night-thrill guys.

”Everybody in the apartments must have gotten together after we cleared out the crowds. It was pretty quiet, but the lights stayed on till about 2:00 a.m. Then they all started parading out, some even wearing their old clothes. They were carrying a few things, but nothing that looked like they hadn't had it before the change, so we figured what they were taking was theirs, probably.

”Didn't say a word. Just paraded past us. Some of the kids was crying, but otherwise they were quiet.”

”Then one man came running back to me, and he said 'Get out of here.

It's the devil's work. Get away from this place if you're a G.o.d-fearing man.' Then he turned and ran toward the subway with the rest.

”I couldn't figure we had any orders to stop 'em, so we didn't try. We just watched.”