The Web

A bark made us both turn. Robin returned with Spike on his leash.

Moreland brightened. "Oh, look at him."

He went over and crouched, hand out, palm down.

Spike panted and jumped, then nosed the old man's crotch.

"Oh, my," said Moreland, laughing and standing. "You're a friendly little fellow… Has he had his di

"He just finished," said Robin, "and we took a short walk."

"Lovely," Moreland said, absently. "Do you two have any plans for tomorrow? If you're up to it, you might try snorkeling down on South Beach. The reefs are beautiful and the fish come right into the shallows, so you don't need tanks. I have an extra Jeep for you to use."

Fishing in his pocket, he pulled out some keys and gave them to me.

"Thanks," I said. "When do you want to start working?"

He smiled. "We already have."

6

We walked back through the silk-papered gallery, Moreland moving stiffly despite long strides, Robin and I slowing down for him.

"I like your paintings," I said.

He gave a puzzled look. "Oh, those. They were done by my late wife."

He made no further comment till we reached the entry hall and a door slammed upstairs from the vicinity of the Pickers' suite.

"I heard about Lyman's behavior at di

"No big deal."

"They'll only be here another week or so. She's just about completed whatever it is she came here to do. He has nothing to do, which is part of the problem. He's unhappy about the lack of exotic molds."

"He may still be hoping to find some," I said. "They're flying over the banyan forest tomorrow morning."

Thin arms folded across his chest. "Tomorrow?"

"That's what he said."

"Flying in what?"

"A plane owned by a man named Harry Amalfi."

"Good lord. Those are junk heaps. Harry bought them from surplus years ago, expecting me to hire him to dust crops. I decided to use only organic pest control, tried to explain it to him. Even after I compensated him, he convinced himself I ruined him."

"You paid him, anyway?" said Robin.

"I gave him something because he'd taken initiative. I suggested he use the money to open a car repair business. He and his son know how to do that. Instead, he spent every pe

"The forest."

"There's nothing down there. The area is mostly Navy land, the rest public domain that would have been cleared long ago except that it's not safe. Land mines left by the Japanese. And who's going to fly them? Harry hasn't been up in years. And he drinks."

"Picker has a pilot's license."

He shook his head. "I must have a talk with them. Those land mines are a real danger if he tries to land. I had barbed wire put up along the eastern wall of my property to make sure no one climbed over. I'd better go up there right now."

"He may not be receptive," I said.

"Oh… yes, you're probably right. Tomorrow morning, then… Now, in terms of your recreation here at the house, we don't get television reception but the radio in your room should be working. There's also a small library on the other side of the dining room." He gave a little wave. "Converted silver room. You may not find much of interest there. Mostly condensed books and biographies. There are many more books in your office, and mine. Periodicals come in with the provisions. If there's something specific you're interested in reading, I'll do my best to find it for you."

He bent slowly and petted Spike. "Well, I'll let you go now. Is there anything you need?"

Robin said, "It's so pleasant out I thought we might walk some more."

Moreland nodded happily. "Have you noticed the sweetness in the air? I've planted for aroma. Frangipani, night-blooming jasmine, old roses, all sorts of things."

"Picker said the soil isn't good," I said.

"He's right about that. Any residues of volcanic ash have drifted into the jungle, and the rest of the island is too high in salt and silica. In some places, the dirt only goes down a couple of feet before you hit coral. With the exception of a few pines planted by the Japanese, this place was scrub when I bought it. I brought in boatloads of topsoil and amendments. It took years. It's turned out fairly well. Would you like to see- no, forgive me, I won't interrupt your walk."

"We'd love to," said Robin.

He blinked. "I believe you're being kind to an old bore. But at my age, one takes what one gets- let's go, little doggy."

Behind the house was a courtyard planted with privet-hedged rose gardens and precisely cut flower beds. Big conifers, some pruned in the spare, graceful Japanese style. Then, looser plantings of palm and fern and crushed rock walkways lined with low-growing lilies. Artfully placed spotlights allowed just enough illumination for safe passage. The botanic perfumes blended in strange combinations. Sometimes the result was cloying.

"It goes back a ways," said Moreland, pointing to a wooden arbor at the rear of the lawn. To the side, high-voltage spots exposed a grass te

"Are you self-sufficient?" I said.

"For the most part. Meat and fish and dairy products, I buy for the staff and guests. I used to keep a goat herd for milk, but we didn't consume enough to justify it. As I wrote you, I conduct nutritional research. Sometimes there's surplus for the village."

"Do people in the village grow anything?"

"A bit," he said. "It's not an agricultural culture."

As we got closer to the outbuildings, he said, "Those are my offices and labs and warehouses. Your office is the nearest bungalow and I've set aside studio space for you, as well, Robin, right next door. A nice room with northern exposure and a skylight. My wife used to paint there. How's your wrist doing?"

"Better."

He stopped again. "May I?" Lifting her arm, he flexed the joint very gently. "No crepitus. Good. Ice for acute inflammation and follow up with warmth for pain. Keep it relaxed and it should knit nicely. The southern lagoon stays very nice all year round. Swimming's a low-resistance exercise that will strengthen the muscles without unduly stressing the joint."

Releasing her arm, he looked out into the darkness.

"I should probably dig up some of that lawn. Ridiculously labor intensive and useless, but I grew up on a ranch and the smell of new grass brings me back to my childhood."

"A ranch where?" I said.

"Sonoma, California. Father grew Santa Rosa plums and pinot noir grapes."

We continued walking.

"Do you see patients here?" I said.

"No, that's done at the clinic in town. The X-ray machine is there and it's a lot more convenient for the villagers."

"So what kinds of labs do you have here?"

"Research. I have a long-standing interest in alternative pesticides- are either of you squeamish?"

"About what?" said Robin.

"Natural predation." He blinked. "Spineless creatures."

"If they're crawling all over me, I am."

He laughed. "I certainly hope not, dear. If you're ever interested, I have some very interesting specimens."

"You keep live specimens here?"

He turned to pat her shoulder. "Under lock and key in that big building over there. I'm sorry, dear. I should have told you. Sometimes I forget how people get."