Part 23 (1/2)

”Which hand do you use to abuse yourself? That's the arm I'll break first.” I ignored his a.s.sociates. One wore a blue uniform jacket but not the matching trousers. His were brown. Maybe he couldn't afford the full outfit.

The fact that I remained more interested in paperwork than a raving home invader took the bl.u.s.terer aback. Clearly, I rated him barely a nuisance.

I pretended to sign something, then looked up. ”You didn't answer me. Nor have you introduced yourself. Are you married?”

”Married?”

”You keep on being an a.s.shole, I'll need to know where to send the pieces.”

I was playing a dumb, macho game. I could afford to. I had the Dead Man behind me.

Said sidekick let me know, This nimrod is named Ramey List. He is a political appointee a.s.signed to the Watch over the objections of Prince Rupert, who seems to have had little choice. His rank is captain. He is, nominally, a staff officer. The motive for putting him into the Watch seems to have been both political and to position him where he can get himself killed This nimrod is named Ramey List. He is a political appointee a.s.signed to the Watch over the objections of Prince Rupert, who seems to have had little choice. His rank is captain. He is, nominally, a staff officer. The motive for putting him into the Watch seems to have been both political and to position him where he can get himself killed.

”So that's what the new staff uniforms look like.”

Captain Ramey List gaped.

His sort aren't uncommon. He was an incompetent aristocrat who suspected his own shortcomings and compensated by being obnoxious to social inferiors.

”Now that we're civil, what can I do for you, Captain List?” The Dead Man hadn't explained what he'd sent me. I a.s.sumed he'd raided the heads of List's companions for perspective. ”Have a seat.”

Captain List sat. Chuckles would be sedating him some.

List's companions remained at the doorway. The one with a uniform jacket offered a slight nod of approval.

”What can I do for my friends in the Watch?”

Captain List was confused. ”Uh... Colonel Block wants to know why you defaced the Bledsoe and stole certain metal ornaments.”

”I didn't. If that happened, I had nothing to do with it.” Which was true.

List believed me, a remarkable eventuation for an officer of the law.

Dean brought refreshments, identical little trays for List and his companions.

In minutes List relaxed and, puzzled, was trying to swap jokes. He butchered every attempt. A born diplomat, I tossed in the occasional charitable chuckle. I said, ”It's still early, but if anybody wants a beer?...”

Something stirred behind List's eyes. Bingo! I knew his vice without Old Bones clueing me in. A problem with drink combined with a vile personality is a recipe for unpleasant excitement.

Captain List won that fall with his demon. It was early in the day. The devil wasn't wide-awake and thirsty yet.

Then Dean appeared with a tray of frosty mugs. n.o.body shunned the opportunity.

Dean said, ”I'll need to go out today, Mr. Garrett. Unless you choose to stop entertaining. We're down to the bottom of the backup keg.”

”Ouch.”

”There's wine in the cellar. But it's probably gone off.”

”We'll arrange something. Later.”

One beer should leave the man marked by aroma enough to make him suspect.

”I suppose.”

Captain List frowned. ”You suppose?”

”I suppose it's time to get back to work. Dean, do you have your shopping list? Where did he go?”

The Watchman in the blue jacket told me, ”He went back to your kitchen.”

I got up. List did the same. We shook hands, me thanking him for coming by.

Keep him moving. Do not give him time to think.

Which I did. And during his fl.u.s.tered exit he did what might be the only socially useful deed he'd ever perform. ”Dagon's b.a.l.l.s, man!” he snarled at Mr. Mulclar. ”Did a skunk crawl up your a.s.s and die? Do something! You could gag a maggot.”

The Watchman not in uniform hung back. ”I don't know what you just did, buddy, but if you figure out how to bottle it, I want some. I've got to babysit that a.s.shole six days a week.”

”Some time when there's just you and him in a bad part of town, get behind him with a board and whack him in the back of the head.”

The man grinned. ”I like the way you think. s.h.i.+t. There he goes, starting to whine.”

I turned to head back inside to visit the Dead Man. Mr. Mulclar asked, ”Do I have a problem, Mr. Garrett?”

”Sir?”

”That fellow that just left said...”

”Yes, Junk, you're eating too much kraut. That's something you can change, though. He'll never stop being a d.i.c.khead.” I hurried on into the Dead Man's room. ”Was there a point to any of that?”

That man is, in effect, Colonel Block's second-in-command. He is convinced that he will replace the Colonel before the end of the year. He has been a.s.sured that that will be the case.

”There's a plot to get rid of Block?” I was surprised but not amazed. ”Is List more competent than he lets on?”

Less. Under his supervision the Watch will collapse back to its corrupt old days. At best. At worst he will become a puppet of conspirators no more competent than he. They discount Deal Relway because he is not of their social stratum.

”Then they're in for a nasty surprise.”

Indeed. The nastiest. There is no practical brake on Mr. Relway but Westman Block. Who removes the Colonel sows the whirlwind.

”Did we find out anything else useful?”

If you are interested in making a chain-of-command chart for the Watch, we now have all the names. Or if you're interested in the ident.i.ties of informants and undercover operatives who work for Colonel Block, we have that. The list includes one Sofgienec Cardonlos. Never legally married.

”Aha! I was sure she belonged to Relway.”