Also, somebody outside Multilinks
might
have killed him, if he
was
killed. He could have friends over here, people heâd known in America whoâd moved here, familyââ
âDo friends kill friends?â I demanded.
âYes,â said Tom and Lynn in unison.
I sighed. âOkay, okay, youâre right. Iâm theorizing ahead of my data. Sherlock Holmes warned against that. But I have to start somewhere, and Multilinks seems like the logical place. In fact, it seems like the only place, for a private individual like me. I canât go around taking fingerprints or interviewing witnesses. How many thousand people were in Victoria Station at about the right time, do you suppose? And how would I find them?â
âOkay, D., we take your point. Iâll make a phone call or two and see what I can find out about Multilinks. Now, I donât know about you, but Iâm ready for a nap after that lunch my lovely wife stuffed us with.â
Lynn threw a cushion at him and then yawned herself. âPower of suggestion,â she said accusingly. âIâd planned a shopping expedition, Dorothy, but itâs raining too hard. The perfect afternoon for a nap, in fact.â
We had our naps, and then we had a light supper, and then Tom and Lynn got out their pictures from Africa, and I was treated to a travelogue. The pictures were superb, taken by a man with a good eye and a wildly expensive camera. Lynn contributed a witty commentary, and I did laugh immoderately at the story of the night they were awakened in terror, in mid-safari, by unearthly yowls that turned out to be a couple of amorous tomcats. It was a long evening all the same. Tom had put in phone calls to some of his cronies and didnât expect any information until morning, but it was hard not to strain our ears, waiting for the phone to ring.
We finally gave up the pretense and went to bed. âIâm not an early riser, Dorothy,â said Lynn on the way up the stairs, âbut the coffeemakerâs ready to go, and you know where the kettle is if you prefer tea. Just help yourself to anything you want to eat.â
âOh, I donât expect Iâll need anything, and anyway I expect to sleep forever. Thanks, you two. Good night.â
In fact, I slept badly. The nap had taken the edge off my need for sleep, and in the middle of the night the rain, that lovely soporific, stopped. In its wake came a heavy warmth that, again, reminded me of the summer humidity we sometimes had back home. The difference was that in Indiana thereâs always some air-conditioned place to provide refuge. Here it almost never gets anything like as hot, but to offset that, air-conditioning is very rare. I tossed amid my damp sheets. Finally, about five-thirty, Iâd had enough. I crept down the heavily carpeted stairs to the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker.
Tom walked in at six. âWouldnât you know,â he said grumpily. âTake the day off, could sleep in, canât sleep at all. Weâve got to air-condition this place.â
âHave some coffee. I couldnât sleep either. Itâs cooling off, though. A breeze came up about a half hour ago.â
The kitchen curtains were fluttering slightly, and the air was becoming fresher. I sat Tom down in front of the window and let the breeze and the caffeine improve his frame of mind. When he was on his second cup, I couldnât hold back any longer.
âTom, what do
you
think is going on at Multilinks? Didnât anybody yesterday give you any idea?â
âOnly rumors, D. An idea that thereâs something not quite kosher about the company, that maybe theyâre not doing quite as well as expected. Iâll know more by noon, if thereâs anything to know.â
We waited for breakfast until Lynn came down, and then sat around the house frankly staring at the phone. It rang, finally, three times in quick succession, and when Tom