was dressed just like the resin-work figure and was almost as bony.
âSince I live in such Gothic surroundings,â Keating said, âI figure I might as well use the setting to good advantage.â
âYou have an odd sense of humor, sir,â Jack said.
âI can afford to,â Keating said.
Jack studied the sculpture and said, âNice work.â
âI studied at the Arts Students League,â Keating said. âA long time ago.â Keating tilted his head as he studied Jackâs bruised face. He asked, âDo you mind if I take a picture?â
Before Jack could respond, Keating took a compact digital camera from his pocket and snapped. Twice.
Jack blinked in the flashes.
âQuite a ruin,â Keating said about Jackâs face, slipping the camera back into his pocket. âI can use the picture for one of my fright masks.â
Jack scooped a spiderweb away from the sculptureâs face.
âI know a cheap cleaning woman,â he said.
âJack,â Caroline said, putting a restraining hand on his arm.
âLight dusting,â Jack said. âVacuuming. I donât think she does windows.â
âPity,â Keating said. âIâd like to let more light in.â
âI think you need something more than light,â Jack said.
âLightâs a good start,â Keating said. âSpeaking of starts, Iâm sorry if my scarecrow gave you one.â
âThe dead donât scare me,â Jack said. âItâs the living I find frightening.â
âDo I frighten you,â Keating asked, âMr.â?â
âJack Slidell.â Jack held out his hand, which Keating ignored. âAnd,â Jack dropped his hand, âIâm not related to any Slidells youâd know.â
âNo doubt.â Keating turned to Caroline. âMy dear?â
âCaroline Wonder.â Having seen Keating snub Jack, Caroline did not hold out her hand. But Keating took it and raised it to his dry, cracked lips.
âCharmed,â Keating said.
Jack said, âIâm sure you know her family.â
âYour friend seems to feel that Iâm not being a kind host,â Keating said, âa presumption, considering youâre both housebreakers.â
âThe door was unlocked,â Jack said.
âOh,â Keating said, âyouâre standing on the letter of the law.â
âThe lawâs not a bad place to perch,â Jack said.
âCommonwealth law.â Keating was dismissive. âI prefer the law of hospitality. Which I extend to invited guests.â
âWhy do I think youâre reluctant to call the cops?â Jack asked.
âJack,â Caroline said, âwe did trespass.â
âForgive me my trespassesââ Jack started.
âAs I forgive those,â Keating said, âI guess that means you twoâwho trespass against me.â
âWeâre looking for your son,â Caroline said.
âYouâre welcome to play hide-and-seek with him in this old white elephant,â Keating said. âWe donât run into each other much in here.â
âFamilyâs all anyoneâs really got,â Jack quoted Bix.
âFamily is what we have to free ourselves from,â Keating said. âIâm a good example of what happens when you donât. Robert, too.â
âHistoryâs prisoners?â Jack asked.
âFrom an early age,â Keating said, âa family like mine instills in you a powerful Stockholm Syndrome.â
âYouâve got the key,â Jack said. âWhy donât you let yourself out?â
Keating turned to Caroline and said, âYour rude friendâs people must have short memories.â
âIf you mean,â Jack said, âwe donât practice ancestor worship, youâre right.â
âYou canât worship what you donât know,â Keating said.
âFunny,â