Dance Of Death

"Damn you, make the call!" Smithback exploded, leaping to his feet and lunging for the phone. Tisander jumped back with amazing quickness, and Smithback felt his arms seized from behind by the two orderlies.

He struggled. "I'm not crazy! You cretin, can't you tell I'm as sane as you are? Make the frigging call!"

"You'll feel better once you're back in your room, Edward," the director said, settling back in his chair, composure returning. "We will speak again soon. Please don't be discouraged; it's often difficult to transition to a new situation. I want you to know that we're here to help."

"No!" Smithback cried. "This is ridiculous! This is a travesty! You can't do this to me-"

Howling in protest, Smithback was gently-but firmly-escorted from the office.

TWENTY-NINE

while Margo was in the kitchen preparing di

It said something about Margo, Nora thought-that she was a more interesting person than she first appeared. And she had a lot more money than Nora had expected. This was no cheap apartment, and in a co-op building, no less.

Margo's voice echoed out of the kitchen. "Sorry to abandon you, Nora. I'll just be another minute."

"Can't I help?"

"No way, you relax. Red or white?"

"I'll drink whatever you're drinking."

"White, then. We're having fish."

Nora had already been savoring the smell of salmon poaching in a delicate court bouillon wafting from the kitchen. A moment later, Margo came in carrying a platter with a beautiful piece of fish, garnished with dill and slices of lemon. She set it down, returned to the kitchen, and came back with a cool bottle of wine. She filled Nora's glass and then her own, then sat down.

"This is quite a di

"I just thought, with Bill away on assignment and the show coming up, maybe you needed a break."

"I do, but I didn't expect anything quite this nice."

"I like to cook, but I rarely have the opportunity-just like I never seem to have time to meet guys." She sat down with a wry smile, brushing her short brown hair from her face with a quick gesture. "So how's the show going?"

"This is the first night in a week that I've gotten out of there before midnight."

"Ouch."

"We're down to the wire. I don't see how they're going to make it, but everyone who's been through this before swears they always pull through in the end."

"I know how that goes. I have to get back to the museum tonight as it is."

"Really?"

Margo nodded. "To put the next issue of Museology to bed."

"My God, Margo. Then you shouldn't be wasting time making me supper."

"Are you kidding? I had to get out of that dusty old heap, even if only for a few hours. Believe me, this is a treat for me as well." She cut a piece of salmon and served Nora, then served herself, adding some spears of perfectly cooked asparagus and some wild rice.

Nora watched her arrange the food, wondering how she could have been so wrong about a person. It was true Margo had come on rather strong in their first few encounters, brittle and defensive, but outside of the museum she seemed a different person, with a largeness of spirit that surprised Nora. Margo was trying hard to make up for her nasty comment in the staff meeting, going beyond the generous apology she had already made to treat Nora to a home-cooked di

"By the way, I just wanted you to know that I'm going ahead with that editorial. It may be a lost cause, but it's just something I feel I have to do."

Nora felt a sense of admiration. Even with Menzies's support, it was a gutsy move. She herself had gone up against the museum administration, and it was no cakewalk-some of them could be extremely vindictive.

"That's awfully brave of you."

"Well, I don't know about bravery. It's sheer stupidity, really, I said I was going to do it, and now I feel like I have to, even though the trustees have already ruled against me."

"And your first issue, too."

"First and perhaps last."

"I meant what I said earlier. Even though I don't agree with you, I support your right to publish. You can count on me. I think everyone in the department would agree, except maybe Ashton."

Margo smiled. "I know. And I really appreciate that, Nora."

Nora sipped the wine. She glanced at the label: a Vermentino, and a very good one. Bill, an inveterate wine snob, had taught her a lot over the last year or two.

"It's tough being a woman in the museum," she said. "While things are a lot better than they used to be, you still don't see a lot of female deans or departmental heads. And if you look at the board of trustees, well, it's basically made up of socially ambitious lawyers and investment bankers, two-thirds of them male, with little real interest in science or public education."

"It's discouraging that a top museum like this can't do better."

"It's the way of the world." Nora took a bite of the salmon. It was good, just about the best she'd tasted.

"So tell me, Nora, how did you and Bill meet? I knew him at the museum back when I was still a student. He didn't seem like the marrying sort. I was fond of him, despite everything-though I'd never let him know that. He was quite a character."

"Fond of him? When I first saw him, I thought he was the biggest jerk I'd ever met." She smiled at the memory. "He was in a limo, signing books in the god-awful town of Page, Arizona."

Margo laughed. "I can just see it. Fu

Nora nodded slowly, a little surprised at this insight. "It took me a while to figure that out, though, to cut through his 'intrepid reporter' pose. We're very different, Bill and I, but I think that helps in a marriage. I couldn't stand being married to someone like me-I'm way too bossy."

"Me, too," said Margo. "What were you doing in Page, Arizona?"

"That's a story. I was leading an archaeological expedition into the canyon country of Utah, and Page was our rendezvous point."

"Sounds fascinating."

"It was. Too fascinating, as it turned out. Afterwards I took a job at the Lloyd Museum."

"No kidding! So you were there when it folded?"

"It more or less folded even before it opened. Palmer Lloyd supposedly went off the deep end. But by that point I'd burned my bridges, and the upshot was I was out of work again. So I landed a job here."

"Well, the Lloyd Museum's loss is our gain."

"You mean, the diamond hall," Nora said jokingly. When the plans to open the Lloyd Museum fell apart, the New York Museum of Natural History had swooped down and-with the help of a huge donation by a wealthy patron-purchased Palmer Lloyd's world-renowned diamond collection for their own gem halls.

Margo laughed. "Don't be silly. I'm talking about you."

Nora took another sip of wine. "How about you, Margo? What's your background?"