before. Maybe it didnât belong to himâMrs. Speer, did your husband keep a gun in the house?â
âNo, Amos never owned a gun.â
So Nedda hadnât known about the automatic the dear departed had kept in his office. Interesting.
Lieutenant DâElia said, âIâd like Sergeant Pollock to take a look at the cabinet the porcelain was taken from. And then you could give him a description of the missing figurine.â
âCertainly,â Nedda said. Sergeant Pollock was standing at attention, ready to go. âBut thereâs something I have to take care of first.â She turned to me. âMr. Sommers, I need someone to run the galleries until I can decide what I want to do. Itâs an imposition, I know, but would you be willing to take over the directorship on a temporary basis? Just to help me out?â
âWhy, of course,â I said magnanimously. âDonât worry about the galleries, Mrs. Speer. Weâll take care of everything here.â
She actually managed to look relieved. âThank you,â she said simply. âIâll talk to you again laterâafter the funeral, I suppose.â Nedda stood up, catlike even in that movement. âGoodbye, Lieutenant. Iâll let you get back to your investigation.â Sergeant Pollock opened the door and followed her out; I still hadnât heard the manâs voice.
âAttractive woman,â Lieutenant DâElia mused. âI suppose you know sheâs the sole heir.â
âIâd assumed she was.â
âDid she and Speer get along all right?â
âSo far as I know.â
âNo trouble in the marriage? Amos Speer was a great deal older than his wife.â
âI didnât know them socially, Lieutenant,â I said, âbut I donât think there was any trouble. Why donât you ask Peg McAllister? She knew Speer longer than any of us.â
âI already did,â DâElia smiled, but offered no information. âI just realized Iâm sitting at your deskâsince youâve just been promoted. Is there another room I can use?â
âNo need. I have some work to finish up in my own office first. I wonât be ready to move in right away.â
âFine. Mrs. Speer asked you to take over on a temporary basis. Whatâs she likely to do in the way of long-term arrangements? What are her options?â
âAppoint me or one of the other agents or one of the branch managers as permanent director. Hire somebody from outside. Sell the business.â I didnât mention the one possibility I was worried about: that Nedda would decide to run the galleries herself.
âWould you take the job on a permanent basis?â Lieutenant DâElia asked me.
âLike a shot,â I grinned. âAny of us would. Itâs a good business, Lieutenant. Running Speer Galleries is a job a lot of people would like to have.â
âWell, you seem to have your foot in the door. Good luck. Was Speer on bad terms with anybody here at the gallery?â
My throat tightened. âI donât think so.â
âWas he an easy man to work for?â
Aha, an out. âNo, he wasnât. He was exacting and demanding and at times autocratic.â
âAnd that didnât cause bad feeling?â
âFleetingly. One thing you should understand, Lieutenant. Speer may not have been a boy scout, but he was a damned good dealer. For an antiques agent, the most important thing in the world is having a head honcho who knows what heâs doing. Speer knew. He was a sharp old man. He was highhanded and impatient and sometimes heâd get mad at this agent or that oneâhell, we all got a little of that at one time or another.â (That was my out: spread the guilt.)
âHm,â DâElia said noncommittally.
âBut it didnât mean anything. Whenever there was disagreement, it was always over professional matters,