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At least the hotel bar was dimly lit, and the table he shared with Bingham was off to the side. Even so, it was a terrible idea for the two of them to be sitting together. Anything that co
If that was the last thing Keller wanted, getting to know the man he had come to kill was a close ru
What Keller hoped, raising his glass in acknowledgment of Bingham’s toast-“To philately, the king of hobbies and the hobby of kings!”-was that the man would turn out to be loutish and obnoxious. A passion for postage stamps, he knew, was no guarantee of a noble character or a congenial personality, and with any luck at all Sheridan Bingham would turn out to be a greedy and purse-proud type, gobbling up German states issues like a glutton gorging himself at a buffet.
“You ever exhibit at these clambakes, Jackie?”
Call me Sherry, Bingham had urged, which more or less compelled Keller to invite Bingham to call him by name. His name was John, but nobody ever called him that. Virtually everyone called him Keller, but Call me Keller seemed an inadequate response to Call me Sherry.
His name was John, he’d told Bingham, and started to say what everybody called him, and veered in midsentence, claiming that everybody called him Jack. As far as Keller could recall, no one had ever called him Jack. Nor did Sheridan Bingham, who immediately converted Jack to Jackie.
He shook his head. “Never even considered it,” he said. “When you’re a general collector, you don’t wind up with anything exhibit-worthy. Except…”
“Except what?”
“Well, my collection of Martinique is complete, and I’ve been adding minor varieties when I run across them.”
“Sounds as though you’re specializing in spite of yourself.”
“Well…”
“And aren’t there a couple of high-ticket items from Martinique? One or two genuine rarities? My friend, you could exhibit if you wanted to.”
“I suppose I could. I never thought of it.”
“And now that you think of it?”
“I don’t think it’s my style,” he said. “Not that I don’t like to look at what other collectors exhibit.”
“You been to the exhibit room yet?”
“No, I went straight to the auction room.”
“Well, when you get there, you’ll see a couple of frames of my stuff.” Keller said he looked forward to it, and Bingham made a dismissing gesture. “Nothing to make a special trip for,” he said. “Decent material, and well displayed, if I say so myself. And why shouldn’t I? It’s not as though I had anything to do with it.”
“How’s that?”
“There’s a fellow who prepares my exhibits for me. Does the layout and lettering, decides what should or shouldn’t go on display. You ever raise show dogs, Jackie?”
Dogs? How did dogs get into this?
“Never,” he said.
“Well, neither have I, but a cousin of mine wins prizes more often than not at the Westminster Ke
“I thought it was instinctive.”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? Anyway, I do pretty much the same thing as my cousin, with stamps instead of dogs. I write the checks and I take home the ribbons. I don’t know why the hell I bother.”
“It’s a contribution to the hobby.”
“You think so? I think it’s a contribution to my own ego and that’s about all. My glass is empty, Jackie, and my throat’s still dry. You’ve hardly touched yours.”
“You go ahead,” Keller said. “One’s my limit, this early in the day.”
Bingham caught the waiter’s eye, motioned for another round. “Easier this way,” he told Keller. “Just leave it on the table if you don’t want to drink it. You know what I’m begi
“Well, that’s what the drinks are for.”
“That’s what stamps are for,” Bingham said. “They take you out of where you are and put you in a nice peaceful place. Lately it hasn’t been working.”
“You’re losing interest in your collection?”
“No, but it’s harder to get away from what’s on my mind.” He fell silent while the waiter brought the drinks, then picked up his glass and stared into it. “I didn’t begin to relax,” he said, “until I got on the plane this morning. I had a shorter flight than you, flew nonstop on Northwest from Detroit, and I started to unwind when we pulled away from the gate.” He took a sip from the new drink. “And this helps the process along. If your limit’s one, well, my limit’s going to be two, because I don’t want to get sloshed. I just want to reach that state where I know everything’s going to be okay.” He managed a twisted smile. “Because,” he said, “it’s not.”
Don’t tell me about it, Keller thought. Stick to stamps, will you? Tell me all about the pressing problem of fake cancellations.
And, mercifully, the man did just that.
Keller ordered di
Which was ridiculous, in a city with such a wealth of restaurants. All he had to do was walk a block in any direction and he’d stumble on a restaurant with food that was better, cheaper, and more interesting than he could expect to get from the hotel kitchen. But for some reason he didn’t want to leave his room, and after the waiter wheeled in the cart and lifted the metal lids off the various dishes, he realized what the reason was. He was afraid of ru
Silly.
Still, after he’d eaten, he stayed in the room and watched television until it was time to go to bed.
“Well, good morning yourself,” Dot said. “Although it’s afternoon here. What time does the auction start?”
“It started almost an hour ago,” he said. “But there’s nothing in today’s session that I’m interested in. It’s all U.S. ”
“As in America the Beautiful? What’s the matter with the United States, Keller?”
“I collect worldwide.”
“Oh? And what’s America, stuck on some other planet?”
“No, but-”
“I thought you were a patriot, Keller. Dishing out quiche to the rescue workers at the Trade Center. And now you don’t even think enough of your country to collect its stamps?”
“I could explain,” he said, “but I don’t think that’s what either of us wants.”
“Well, you’re not going to get an argument from me on that score. Did you, uh, establish that our friend made the trip?”
“Oh, he’s here, all right.”
“That sounds ominous somehow.”
“We had drinks yesterday afternoon,” he said, and told her briefly what had happened.
“Not great,” she said.
“I know.”
“Are you going to be able to do what you’re supposed to do?”
“I think so. In one respect it’s easier this way.”