and said, âYes!â
âHello, Herman?â
âYeah, thatâs right. Whoâs this?â
âKelp.â
Hermanâs spirits suddenly lifted. âWell, hello,â he said. âBeen a long time.â
âYou sound like you got a cold.â
âNo, I just hit my nose.â
âWhat?â
âNever mind,â Herman said. âWhatâs happening?â
âDepends,â Kelp said. âYou available?â
âNever better.â
âThis is still a maybe.â
âWhich is better than a nothing,â Herman said.
âThatâs true,â Kelp said with some surprise, as though heâd never thought that out before. âYou know the O. J. Bar?â
âSure.â
âTomorrow night, eight-thirty.â
Herman frowned. There was a screening heâd been invited to ⦠No. As heâd told his guests, he had expensive tastes, and as heâd told Kelp, a maybe was better than a nothing. âIâll be there,â he said.
âSee you.â
Herman hung up and reached for a Kleenex. Smiling, he wiped the tears from his eyes, then carefully unlocked the study door and went out to the hall, where Mrs. Olaffson greeted him with âDinner is ready, sir.â
âAnd so am I,â he said.
10
Victor stood smiling in the elevator. This building, on Park Avenue in the seventies, had been built at the turn of the century, but the elevator dated from 1926 and looked it. Victor had seen identical elevators in old movies â the dark wood, the waist-high brass rail, the smoke-tinted mirror, the corner light fixtures like brass skyscrapers upside down. Victor felt embraced by the era of the pulps and gazed around with a happy smile as he and his uncle rode up to the seventeenth floor.
Kelp said, âWhat the hell you grinning at?â
âIâm sorry,â Victor said contritely. âI just liked the looks of the elevator.â
âThis is a medical doctor weâre going to,â Kelp said. âNot a psychiatrist.â
âAll right,â Victor said soberly.
âAnd remember to let me do the talking.â
Earnestly, Victor said, âOh, I will.â
He was finding this whole operation fascinating. Dortmunder had been perfect, Murch and his Mom had been perfect, the back room of the O. J. Bar and Grill had been perfect, and the steps being taken to put the job together were perfect. Even Dortmunderâs obvious reluctance to let Victor participate was perfect; it was only right that the old pro wouldnât want to work with the rank amateur. But Victor knew that by the finish he would have had opportunity to demonstrate his value. The thought made him smile again, until he felt Kelpâs eyes on him, when he immediately wiped the smile away.
âItâs unusual that Iâd even bring you along,â Kelp said as the elevator door opened and they stepped out together into the seventeenth-floor foyer. The doctorâs door, with a discreet name plate, was to the left. Kelp said, âHe might not even want to talk in front of you.â
âOh, I hope not,â Victor said, laughing boyishly.
âIf he does,â Kelp said, âyou go right back to the waiting room. Donât argue with him.â
âOh, I wouldnât,â Victor said sincerely.
Kelp grunted and went in, Victor following.
The nurse was behind a partition on the right. Victor stayed in the background while Kelp talked to her, saying, âWe have an appointment. Charles Willis and Walter Mc-Lain.â
âYes, sir. If youâll just take a seat â¦â She pushed a buzzer that let them through the interior door.
The waiting room looked like the scale model of a Holiday Inn lobby. A stout lady looked up from her copy of Weight Watchers and gave them the glance of anonymous hostility with which people always look at one another in doctorsâ waiting rooms. Kelp and Victor pawed