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"Morning, Stone," the man said. "I was going to ring the front bell, but…"
"Morning," Stone said. "What brings you around to see me?"
"Oh, just a social call," Jim Forrester said. "Got a few minutes?"
"Sure." Stone dragged two lawn chairs over, made a pass at dusting them, and sat down. "Take a pew."
The two men sat, ten feet from the street. Forrester seemed a little a
"Sorry, coffee's off the menu," Stone replied. "What do you want?"
"Oh, I was just passing by."
"Were you? Say, whatever happened to your New Yorker piece? I haven't seen it."
"Oh, they take a long time to edit anything, you know. My editor…"
"That would be Charles McGrath?"
"Right."
"Chip McGrath left The New Yorker a couple of years ago to become editor of the New York Times Book Review."
"Ah, right; I'm working with another editor now. Say, what do you hear from Allison?"
"You must think I'm a medium," Stone said, expressionless.
"I inquired bout the disposition of the body at Government House. They didn't seem to know what I was talking about. I began to think that Allison might not be dead after all."
"The police told me that their policy was to cremate the body and scatter the ashes at sea," Stone said. That was certainly what they had told him. "By the way, have you been to any alumni reunions lately?"
Forrester loked at him, puzzled. "No, not for years. Why do you ask?"
"I did a little checking upstate. There was no James Forrester at Syracuse, not since the class of '38, and I think that was a little before your time."
"Must be some mistake," Forrester said.
"No, but there was a Paul Ma
"Yes, that's where Paul went. Why were you checking on me at Syracuse?"
"When I've been had, I like to know why and by whom."
"Had?"
"Ma
Forrester looked at his nails. "It doesn't interest me," he said.
"I guess not," Stone agreed. "Tell me, where are you living these days?"
"I've been living here in the city, but I think I'm going to do some traveling now."
"I'm not surprised," Stone replied.
Alma walked into the garage from the house. "Oh, there you are. Bill Eggers is on the phone; he wants to know if you want to have lunch."
"Tell Bill I can't make it today, but I'll call him later," Stone said. "Oh, and call Dino and tell him to pick me up in five minutes and to bring his friends. I've got some stuff I want to give to the Salvation Army."
"Okay," Alma said, then left.
"Stone," Ma
"No, I won't."
"Why not?"
"Because you're looking for attorney-client confidentiality, aren't you?"
"In part."
"Well, you won't get it from me, pal."
"Stone, I don't understand…"
"Sure you do, Paul. By the way, I got a check for your yacht this morning. It brought a million eight after the broker's fee."
His face flushed. "I should have thought it was worth a good deal more."
"Oh, I know you paid more, but what with the market and all…"
Paul Ma
"Oh, I was very slow. It didn't all come together for me until I was sailing the boat from St.Marks to Fort Lauderdale. No, a little earlier, I guess, when I saw the repair you'd made to the headsail reefing swivel."
"What else do you think you've figured out?"
"The dinghy was never stolen in Las Palmas."
"Wasn't it?"
"You just made some noise about it, replaced it, then sailed the old one back to the Canaries after Expansive was over the horizon."
"If you say so."
"What did you do about clothes and papers? You couldn't use your own passport."
Ma
"How long did it take you to lose the weight?"
"I started dieting the minute we left the States," Ma
"Careful you don't gain it back, Paul; somebody might recognize you."
"Not where I'm going."
"And where would that be?"
"You figure it out."
"It's going to be tough without the money, isn't it?"
"Damn Allison!" Ma
"Wasn't the money in the Cayman Islands account? Didn't you have access to it?"
"The money was moved to a different account the day before Allison's trial."
"I thought it might have been."
"I'd like to get my hands on her."
"I'll bet you would, but it's going to be a little difficult, isn't it?"
"She's not dead, is she?"
"Suppose she's not? I doubt if you could find her. After all, you must have given her lessons in how to obtain a real U.S. passport, how to establish new identities, and all that. All the research you did for your books, and for your own use."
"All that insurance money-tax free-the money from the sale of the house and the cars; it's all gone," Ma
"And even if you could find it, you've no way to get at it, have you?"
"Sir Leslie Hewett showed me the will he drew for her, leaving everything to the Girl Scouts of America!"
Stone burst out laughing. "Paul, you've made my day, you really have."
"And she gave the goddamned boat to you," Ma
"That's right, pal, but your heart will be warmed to know that Libby's mother got four hundred thousand of the proceeds."
"Shit!"
"So you killed Libby for nothing, didn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, Paul; you had the skills to screw up that airplane engine. You'd flown with Chester; you knew he never did a run up that he'd never notice his fuel problem until he was already in the air. You killed Chester, too, and that other poor woman who was aboard."
"You can't prove that," Ma
"You know, right up until the moment that plane crashed, this was all just a lark, a bit of insurance fraud. But when that plane went down, you became something else entirely. You became a murderer-not just three times, but four. You stood there in that jail in St.Marks and let Allison walk out to the gallows. I'll bet she thought until she was standing over that trap door with the rope around her neck that you would step forward and save her. You could have at any time; all you had to do was to tell Sir Winston that you were Paul Ma
"I can't figure out why she did it," Ma
"Because she knew you. At first she thought you'd save her, but finally she knew you'd never turn yourself in, even to save her. If you had turned yourself in, you'd have had all that money to buy your way out of the business in St.Marks, but you decided to go for broke, to keep it all for yourself, and now you're just that-broke."
"I want the money you got for my boat," Ma
Stone laughed aloud. "I took the boat as payment of my fee; it was all legal and aboveboard. Why should I give it to you?"
"Because I'll kill you if you don't," Ma