Iâll do it for you anyhow.â
âIs it about the Spanish tour?â
âYes.â
There was one of those pregnant pauses we so often read about.
Then I said I was Hornsby Roadheaver; and yes, she knew who I was. And she knew that Lu had sent his harp and all his luggage except for one bag direct to an address in Calle Calderon in Madrid. She sounded really forlorn.
âWere you close to him?â I asked.
âNot in that way,â she replied. âHe was just a wonderful man, and he taught me everything I know.â She sounded like
she really meant it, and I was afraid she was going to cry into the phone just any second.
âDo you know any more aboutââ I began. âDo you know any more about what happened?â
âNo, only whatâs in the paper just now.â
Can you imagine it! The poor kid didnât know anything about it until she saw it in the paper. And here I had been smart-mouthing all over the wire.
Well, I could see that this sweet kid didnât know anything that I didnât know. But I had the news story in front of meâall about the DAR, if you would believe it! âDear, I tell you what,â I said. âJust look up the number of this Ethel Muehlbach for me, and Iâll let you go.â
I could hear the pages rustle as she looked up the listing in the book. When I got the number, I thanked her and rang off.
And that was how I got to know Janie Sieburgâbecause thatâs who that sweet voice belongs to, and thereâs more to be said about her in a later installment.
Muehlbach gave me Helen Delaporteâs number. I called Helen right away, and she was the other good thing that happened to me that day. Janie and Helen are two real charmers in very different ways. Janieâthe young chickâa knockout to look at, as I soon found out (but an excellent harpist and I am going to get her engagements and she will pack the houses as soon as the public sees her picture), real blond hair and gentian eyes. And just wait until they hear her play. And Helenâmature, poised, intellectual, forceful. And when I got to know her, I found out that she is an excellent musician too and dedicated to her work.
I rang up Helen immediately and explained who I was.
âI guess you are sure this man was Lu GarcÃa?â I said.
âWithout question,â she came back. I knew from the way she said it that she was right. But you know how sometimes
you just hope that what you know is true isnât that way after all.
âCould you just describe him a little?â I said.
She told me all the usual thingsâheight, weight, age, etc. And then she said there was something strange about the appearance of the left eye. You see, that was one of the few things he told me of a personal nature about himself. He didnât use the word blind, but he said that with monovision he did not like driving more than was necessary.
Then she asked me about his hair. I said that he had a regular forest on his head. The fact is I often envied him because my own crop is getting a little sparse up there.
She said that was a discrepancy, but she felt sure that there was a wig missing. SoâI was willing to buy that, because that hair of his really looked like an ad for Breck.
Then she went on with the description, and it checked out right along. When she came to the clothes he had on in the air terminal, I knew there couldnât be any mistake because of the suede jacket. That just sounded like Lu Garcia: flash, but class just the same. From the description, it had to be Lu.
Then Helen told me about some man who used Luâs name and flew out of that Three City Airport on Sunday after Lu would seem to have been killed.
I was getting to be a little puzzled. I was searching around in my mind for something, and I wasnât sure what that might be. But I had told that cute voice down in Santa Barbara that I would do a job for her.
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