publishers.â
âVery wellâif you feel the risk is that great. But send me a copy when you send it to the rest of them.â
âNaturally.â
âThereâll probably be a matter of libel insurance. With a book of this kind the premiums may prove costly.â
âThe publishers will have to pay for that.â
âIâll arrange that if I can.â
Kendig said, âWhatâs the usual procedure for paying commissions?â
âI take ten percent of the clientâs gross receipts off the top. When I receive a check from a publisher I deposit the check in my corporate account and draw my own check for ninety percent of that amount, payable to the client. Naturally the client is welcome to examine my accounts at all times. Thereâs no written contract between me and any of my clientsâitâs a handshake arrangement. When a clientâs dissatisfied with my work heâs free to go elsewhere.â
Ives continued, âIn your case since you say I wonât be able to reach you the thing would be for me to open an account for you and make deposits as the money comes in.â
âNo good,â Kendig said. âA bank account can be frozen by court order. Iâll want cashierâs checks, made out in my name, sent by airmail to this address in Switzerland.â He wrote it down and tore the page out of his pocket notebook and tossed it onto the desk. Ives picked it up curiously.
Kendig said, âPeople from the government will be around to see you before very long.â
Ivesâ grin made him even younger. âThey wonât learn anything from me. Not without a warrant.â
âThey wonât use warrants. They donât work that way. Youâd find yourself up to your ears in income tax audits. Your driverâs license would be mysteriously revoked. Your credit rating would evaporate overnight. Maybe youâd find that certain publishers were no longer buying anything from you. Youâd start to lose clientsâtheyâd give some vague excuse for shifting to another agency. Your wife would find her charge accounts canceled. Your kids would be caught with narcotics planted in their pockets. I could give you a list of subtle persuasions ten pages long.â
Ivesâs manicured index finger touched the piece of notepaper. âThen you want me to reveal this to them?â
âIt wonât do either of us any harm.â
âBut theyâll trace the address.â
âThey already know it. Those are my brokers in Zurich. One of them has my power of attorney to make deposits in my bank. He doesnât have the account number. He takes the check and the power of attorney to the bank. The bank deposits the check in my numbered account without giving the number to the broker. Itâs a dead end for the Agency. He canât lead them to me. Neither can you. Just cooperate with them when they approach you.â
âWhat if they insist I stop representing you?â
âThen do what they ask. Inform the publishers youâre no longer representing me. Ask them to send the payments directly to that address.â
At four oâclock he was ready to leave. Ives said, âI can only think of one thing more. Not to be gruesomebut I gather thereâs a chance you could suffer a fatal accident. Have you made a will?â
âYes. My Swiss brokers have it.â On the way out he added, âIâve left everything to the Flat Earth Society.â
â 7 â
C UTTER MADE A face when he stepped into the FBI building. Myerson beside him took off his hat, wiped the inside hatband and then his forehead where the hat had welted a red dent. Then he looked at the hat. âThatâs appropriate.â
âWhat is?â
âI walk in with my hat in my hand.â Myerson winced and blubbered his heavy lips around an exhalation. He patted his stomach. âIâm back on the cottage