string quartets, whateverâwere made up of musicians who realized they would never make it big as soloists on the concert stage. They accepted that they werenât individual giantsâstars.â
âLike Heifetz,â I put in. âOr Jacqueline Dupré.â
âExactly,â he said. âLike them. Well, musicians in groups like ours accepted that they would never fill Carnegie Hall to the rafters with people whoâd paid top dollar to hear them and them alone. So they went along in their careers, playing well, even playing brilliantly in some cases, but playing with . . . what? âModesty,â I think is the word. Good work, but without the panache of conceit. They didnât have the manner of the virtuoso.
âSo you had a lot of fine, well-balanced string quartets around. And they were a big yawn.
âAnd then some genius asked himself: Why should a quartet mesh at the lowest level of energy? Why not come together at the highest level? What if each of the musicians in the quartet played and thought of herself as a virtuosoâwhy not let loose with all the panache and conceit the audience can handle?â
I couldnât help pricking him a little. âSo you introduced a little show biz into the world of high culture. This unnamed quartet was the Riverside . . . and the genius was you.â
âRight! It happened. And the quartet became a real musical force. Now, you must understand. Thereâs no doubt that at first the Riverside was looked upon as some kind of cute novelty actâlike an all-woman band from the forties. And naturally, it didnât hurt that they were all pretty and smart and vibrant. It was all very sexy. Some even thought it was a kind of sop to the feminist movement, which was very strong in the seventies. But what made the Riverside Quartet succeed and prosper and endure was the fact that each and every musician in the group was playing with an unfettered ego. As though she and she alone were the show the people had come to see. That was the secret of our success. Until now, that is.
âAnd of course, now weâre in worse trouble than ever. No ridiculous little month in the country is going to get back what we hadâthat virtuosity, that fire. I guess I was underestimating how bad off we were. Or overestimating my own abilities. However you look at it, I made a horrible mistake dragging everyone up here. And my mistake cost Will his life.â
âBut how could you have known he was going to be killed?â I said calculatedly. âYou canât blame yourself for that.â
Hazan nodded slowly, silently thanking me for my words. He walked to the window then, and stared out into the blackness. The wind had picked up and was starting to rattle the panes.
âYouâre an actress?â he said quietly.
âThatâs right.â
âAh. That explains a lot.â
âAbout what?â
âMost actors donât have a very high opinion of agents and managers. We always get the job done, but you think weâre fools.â He turned and looked directly at me. âYou may be giving a decent enough performance, as far as it goes, but I donât believe for a moment that you came in here to get my opinion on spiritual retreats in the world of classical music.â
I couldnât think of a reply. He had nailed me, stripped away my artifice.
âWhy donât you just tell me what you really want?â he said, tapping on the desk with his nails.
I thought it best to go ahead and level with him. But what and how much should he be told of what I had already found out?
âI came into your room to ask for your opinion,â I said, âbut not about the retreat.â
âAbout what, then?â
âWhether you think one of the members of the quartet could have murdered Will Gryder.â
âOh, please!â he said in disgust. âJesus! Donât we have