Part 29 (1/2)

Those Watchmen would be under close scrutiny and they would be intensely aware of it. The whole neighborhood might come boiling out if they made a wrong move.

So there was a good chance an unknown could stroll right to my door without interference. They might try a grab once they saw where the messenger was headed but I was sure Dean would be alert. Once the messenger got inside there'd be nothing the Watch could do.

Maya wasn't gone long. She looked bleak when she came back.

”What's the matter?” I asked.

”I had to pay a price.”

She was upset. I took her hand without knowing why. She squeezed hard. ”Tell me about it.”

”You got what you need. They're sending a girl. But she made me pay.”

Oh-oh. I had a feeling Maya had given more than she should have. ”What?”

”I had to step out. Leave the Doom. Give her warchief.”

”Maya! We could've worked something else out.”

”It's all right. You said it. I'm getting too old. It's time I grew up.”

It was all true, but I felt guilty because she'd done it for me, not for her.

They sent the ragam.u.f.fin in a gunnysack who let me in that time I visited Maya. Tey would make a deadly warchief. That kid was perfect. Every one of those Watchmen stared and thought filthy, shameful thoughts, and not one considered interfering until she pounded on the door. By the time somebody reacted she was making her pitch to Dean.

Dean let her in.

Morley muttered, ”That kid is a witch.” He'd felt it, too.

I said, ”Some are at that age. Even when they don't know what they're doing.”

”She knows,” Maya said. ”She is a witch. She'll own the Doom before she's sixteen.”

The Watchmen snapped to attention. I felt the lightest touch from the Dead Man as they presented arms. ”Time to go, kids.” Jill and Agire balked.

Agire refused to move. Morley cured that with a quick kick to the foundation of his dignity. Jill wanted to yell. Maya laid a roundhouse on her nose. ”That's for the way Garrett looked at you.”

”Take it easy.” I knew she was spending her disappointment.

”Sorry.” She didn't mean it and apologized to me instead of Jill. I let it slide. Jill had decided to cooperate.

We walked over to the house. Near as I could tell the Watchmen didn't see us. Dean let us in, croggled by the numbers. I told him, ”Breakfast for all. In with his nibs.”

”Not me,” Morley said. ”I did my part. You have it under control. I have to see if there's anything left of my place.”

I thought he was in an awful hurry but I didn't argue. He'd done his share and hadn't tried to hit me with an inflated fee. He had something on his mind. I didn't want to interrupt.

Dean let him out after I had Jill and Agire installed with the Dead Man. Jill was frightened. Agire was terrified. He clung to self-control by concentrating on offenses to his dignity.

I trust there is some significance to the presence of these people, the Dead Man thought at me.

”Yep. How'd it go with the civil servants?”

They kept losing track of what they were doing and wandered off to drink beer or indulge other vices.

”What about those Watchmen? They going to call down the wrath of the Hill?”

They believe one of the stormwardens just went past. Once Mr. Dotes is out of sight they will return to their duties unaware that anyone has come or gone.

The little witch from the Doom was gone, too. I hadn't seen her go. Dean must have planted her in the front parlor, then hustled her out behind me.

These two? the Dead Man reminded me. the Dead Man reminded me.

I made the introductions and suggested we might tie things up if he'd help out for a few minutes. He could, after all, plunder their minds if he wanted.

He astounded me by agreeing without being bullied. He went after Agire first. The Warden let out a squeal of panic. He yelled, ”You have no right! What's going on is none of your business.”

”Wrong. I have two paying clients and a personal interest. A friend of mine got caught in your game. It killed him. One of my clients died, too. Magister Peridont. Heard of him? His death doesn't end the commitment. And my other client is too d.a.m.ned nasty to walk out on. His name is Chodo Contague. He took offense at the Sons of Hammon. He's after scalps. If you know anything about him, you know you don't want to get on his bad side.”

Agire knew something. He got rockier.

I said, ”We don't have to be enemies. But my friend and I want to know what's going on so we can get ourselves out of a bind and maybe put the crazies out of their misery.”

That is enough, Garrett. Say nothing more. He is considering his position and options and the probability that you are telling the truth. You are?

”The whole and nothing but.” I glanced at Jill. Gone was the cool. She had a bad case of the fidgets. Her eyes wouldn't stay still. She might have tried to run if Maya hadn't been between her and the door.

We waited on Agire. Agire waited on divine inspiration.

Dean brought a small side table from the kitchen. ”I'll set up a buffet,” he said.

”Fine. As long as there's plenty of it.” I was hungry and tired and impatient with my guests.

The Dead Man cautioned, They are thinking, Garrett. That is enough. They are thinking, Garrett. That is enough.

”Anything interesting?”

A great deal. We now know, for example, why Dean and your young friend could not locate what the woman concealed here. She is trying too hard not to think of it.

”What?”

My backchat disturbed my guests. I told myself to can it. I helped Dean when he brought a tray of goodies. I wasn't polite. I helped myself immediately. ”Breakfast,” I told the others.

After a pause calculated to have me panting with suspense, the Dead Man said, She hid it here while I was sleeping She hid it here while I was sleeping.