twenty.â
Marian groaned. âOkay, ten percent. Do you think you can get a line on Reddickâs copy?â
âI have no idea. But I can put the word out, and weâll start with the Zingones.â He wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. âDo you want me to leave the tip?â
Marian took care of it, and they left the restaurant to head up Seventh. âThis Ernie Nordstrom,â she said as they walked, âdoes he have a partner? Younger, tall, wears his dark hair in a ponytail, doesnât talk much?â
âNo-o-o-o,â Augie said. âCanât say I ever heard of one. Ernie tends to work alone.â
âWhat about another younger fellow, hunk-type?â
âNo. Where are you getting these descriptions?â
âFriend of mine. The one time she talked to this Ernie Nordstrom, if itâs the same man, these other two guys were with him.â
âHere we are,â Augie said. âUpstairs. Itâs a sort of unofficial clearing house for show biz collectibles. They know everything that goes on.â He pushed a bell; after a moment something unintelligible squawked over the intercom. âAugie Silver,â he said back. The steel door buzzed open. âWhatâs your last name?â he asked as they climbed the stairs.
âLarch.â
The Zingones turned out to be four siblingsâMatthew, Mark, Luke, and Janet. Their place of business was jammed full up to the ceiling with props, stacks of souvenir programs, posters, rack after rack of costumes, shelves filled with books, trinkets, photographs, gewgaws, memorabilia of all sorts. There was a beer tray decorated with one of the Marilyn Monroe calendar nude photos. And a Charlie McCarthy bank; the dummyâs mouth opened to receive the coin. Another oral knickknack: a Geraldo ashtray, with a widely gaping mouth as the place to put the butts. There was even an Antoinette Perry Award statuette locked away in a showcase.
âWhose Tony?â Marian asked.
One of the Zingones pronounced a name she didnât recognize. âItâs for scene design.â
Augie made the introductions, stressing that Marian was a writer and not a collector, and that he was acting as her agent. Marian translated that as: This is my pigeon; you want in, youâll have to deal through me .
âNot a collector.â All four Zingones immediately lost interestânot exactly dismissing her, but not eager to get acquainted, either.
Marian made a point of looking around her with an awe that was not totally affected. âNo, Iâm not a collectorâbut Iâm beginning to think Iâm missing something. Look at all this great stuff! This ⦠staff, is it?â She bent over a locked display case and read an index card. âDid James Earl Jones really carry this in King Lear ?â
âHe really did,â Matthew Zingone said with a smile. He was the only one of the four who wore glasses and was thus easy to distinguish from his two brothers. âThe Delacorte in Central Park. That one was used in only the first two performancesâit was too heavy. They made Jones a lighter one.â
âYou didnât have to tell her that ,â Janet said with a laugh.
âEveryone knows about it,â drawled either Mark or Luke; all three brothers looked so much alike they could pass for triplets. âAs long as weâre on a truth kick today, Jones stopped using a staff altogether before the end of the run. But the two are remahrkably alike,â he continued in his affected drawl. âYou have to scrutize them quite closely to tell them apart.â
Scrutize ? Marian looked at a white silk muffler that the index card said may have been worn by Edward Woodward in The Equalizer. âMay have been?â
âIt was,â Janet declared firmly.
âWeâre pretty sure it was,â Matthew said. âProduction companies arenât always careful about labeling