Part 7 (1/2)

”Will you be dining here, then?”

”Yes, I think I will,” Stone said.

”I'll tell the cook.”

”Something simple, please; a steak will be fine.”

”Of course.”

Stone helped Mrs. Carter and Peter into the van, then got into his own car. They made it out the back way undetected.

Ten.

STONE SAW MRS. CARTER AND PETER OFF ON THE CENTURION jet, then returned to the Bel-Air, checked out, left his rent-a-car with the parking attendant, and took a cab back to the Calder residence. He had thought of returning through the rear entrance, but he didn't want a cabdriver to know about that, so he called Manolo and asked him to be ready to open the front gate. There was only a single television van at the gate when he arrived, and the occupants took an immediate interest in him, but before they could reach the cab with a camera, he was safely inside. Before he got out of the cab, he handed the driver a hundred-dollar bill. ”That's for not talking to the TV people about who you delivered here,” he said.

”Thank you, sir,” the man said, ”but I don't know who you are, anyway.”

”Just don't stop when you go out the gate.”

Manolo and a maid took Stone's bags through the central hallway of the house, out the back, and around the pool to the guesthouse. Stone thought the little house was even nicer than the suite at the Bel-Air. While the maid unpacked for him and pressed his clothes, Stone walked back into the house with Manolo.

”You said you wished to speak with me, Mr. Barrington?”

”Yes, Manolo; it's important that I know everything that happened here on Sat.u.r.day night. Please tell me what you saw and heard.”

”I was in my quarters, a little cottage out behind the kitchen entrance, when I heard a noise.”

”How would you characterize the noise?”

”A bang. I didn't react at first, but I was curious, so I left my quarters, entered the house through the kitchen door and walked into the central hall.” He led the way into the house.

”Which door did you come through?” Stone asked.

”That one,” Manolo replied, pointing to a door down the hall.

”And what did you see and hear?”

”I saw Mr. Calder lying right there,” he said. ”He was lying. . . . He . . .”

”Can you show me?”

”Yessir.” Manolo walked to the spot and lay down on his side, then rolled partly onto his belly. ”Like this,” he said. ”Can I get up, now?”

”Yes, of course.”

Manolo stood up. ”He had a hole in his head here,” he said, pointing to the right rear of his own head. ”It was bleeding.”

”Did you think he was alive?”

”Yessir, he was. I felt his pulse in his neck.”

”What did you do then?”

”I went to the phone there,” he pointed to a table, ”and called nine-one-one and asked for the police and an ambulance quick.”

”What next?”

”The maid, Isabel, came into the hall from the kitchen; I told her to go and see if Mrs. Calder was all right, and she went toward the master suite, there, through the living room, and through that door.”

”How much time elapsed between the time you heard the shot and the time you found Mr. Calder?”

”I didn't go right away; I kept listening and wondering if I had heard what I heard. I expect it may have been two or three minutes.”

”Which-two or three?”

”Closer to three, I guess. I wasn't running.”

”Were those doors open?” Stone asked, pointing to the French doors that led to the pool, guesthouse, and gardens.

”One of them was,” Manolo said. ”It was wide open, in a way it wouldn't ordinarily be. Normally, it would either be closed, or both doors would be latched open.”

”What happened next?”

”Mrs. Calder came running into the hall with the maid; she was wearing a robe and dripping water.”

”What did she do or say?”

”She yelled out, 'Vance!' and then she got closer and saw the wound, and she backed away from him. She was making this noise, sort of like a scream, but not as loud, and she said, 'No, no!' a couple of times. I told Isabel to take her into the bedroom, that I would see to Mr. Calder and that an ambulance was on the way.”

”Manolo, when Mrs. Calder came in, did you smell anything?”

”Well, yessir, I guess she smelled real sweet, having just got out of the tub.”

Stone looked at the Saltillo tiles that formed the floor and saw a dark stain on the grout between the tiles.

”I couldn't get that out,” Manolo said. ”I tried, but I couldn't.”

”What happened next, Manolo?”

”Two uniformed police officers arrived-they rang the bell, and I let them in the gate. They looked at Mr. Calder and felt his pulse, but they didn't move him. One of them talked to somebody on a walkie-talkie. Not long after that, another police car arrived, this time, plainclothesmen. They went and talked to Mrs. Calder, and I followed them, but she wasn't making any sense; she was hysterical and didn't seem to know where she was or what had happened.”

”Show me where the master suite is, please.”