compromise.'
'But we did even better than that,' said the rabbi.
'How do you mean? You cleared him of negligence and I'm going to be several hundred dollars out of pocket.'
The rabbi smiled. 'I'm afraid that you do not grasp the full significance of the evidence, Mr. Schwarz. True, Mr. Reich was cleared of all negligence, but that doesn't automatically make you culpable.'
'I don't get it.'
'Let us consider what we have here. You bought a car with a leaking seal. And when you noticed the damage, you notified the manufacturer through his representative, Mr. Becker. Now, it is true that the fault was a minor one and that neither Mr. Becker nor you had reason to believe it might become more serious in the immediate future. The likelihood that it might become aggravated by a long trip evidently did not occur to him, else he would have warned you against it, in which case I'm sure you would not have used that car to go up to New Hampshire. But the fact is that driving for a long distance at a high rate of speed did result in expanding the leak, which is why you had to put in a couple of quarts of oil on the way up. Now, under these circumstances, the manufacturer can only require of you that you use normal caution. I think you will agree that Mr. Reich did nothing any cautious driver would not have-' 'So it was really their fault, rabbi?' Schwarz's face showed animation and there was excitement in his voice. 'Is that what you're saying?' Mr. Wasserman smiled broadly. 'Precisely, Mr. Schwarz. It is my contention that it was the fault of the manufacturer and that he must make good under his warranty.'
'Well gee, rabbi, that's swell. I'm sure Becker will come across. After all, it's no skin off his nose. Then that makes everything all right. Look, rabbi, if I said anything that-'
The rabbi cut him off. 'Quite understandable under the circumstances, Mr. Schwarz.'
Schwarz was for taking everyone out for a drink, but the rabbi excused himself. 'If you don't mind, some other night perhaps. As I was leafing through those books, I came across a couple of points that interested me. Nothing to do with all this, but I'd like to check them over while they're fresh in my mind.' He shook hands with the two men and took them to the door.
'Well, what do you think of the rabbi now?' Wasserman could not help asking on the way downstairs.
'He's quite a guy,' said Schwarz.
'A gaon, Ben, a regular gaon.'
'I don't know what a gaon is, Jacob, but if you say so, I'll take your word for it.'
'And what about Abe?'
'Well, Jacob, between me and you, it was mostly Myra. You know how women are about losing a few bucks.'
From the window of his study, the rabbi looked down at the parking lot below to see the three men talking in obvious reconciliation. He smiled and turned from the window. The books on his desk caught his eye. Adjusting the reading lamp, he sat down behind the desk and pulled the books toward him.
2
Elspeth Bleech lay on her back and watched the ceil-tng slowly tilt, first to one side and then the other. She clutched at the bedclothes as though afraid she might fall out of bed. The alarm clock had awakened her as usual, but as she sat up the vertigo struck and she let her head fall back on the pillow.
The sun slanting in through the slats of the Venetian blind gave promise of a perfect June day. She shut her eyes tight to blot out the moving walls and ceiling, but she could sense the sun in a sort of red haze, and at the same time she felt as though the bed were rocking sick-eningly under her. Although the morning was cool, her forehead was wet with perspiration.
By an effort of will she sat up again, and then without bothering to put on her slippers fled to the tiny bathroom. After a while she felt better, and came back and sat on the edge of the bed and dried her face, wondering dully if she ought not lie down for another half-hour or so. As if in answer there came a pound on the door and the children, Angelina and Johnnie, shouted, 'Elspeth, Elspeth, dress us. We want to go out.'
'All right, Angie,' she called back. 'You and Johnnie go back upstairs and play quietly, and Elspeth will be up in a minute. Now remember, play quietly. You don't want to wake your mummy and daddy.'
Fortunately they obeyed, and she sighed with relief. Slipping on a robe and slippers, she brewed herself a cup of tea and made some toast. The food made her feel better.
She had been having strange symptoms for a while, but lately they had grown worse. Today was the second day in a row she had been sick. When it happened yesterday morning, she had assumed it was the ravioli Mrs. Serafino had given her for supper the night before; maybe she had eaten more than was good for her. But yesterday she had eaten sparingly-all day-perhaps she had not eaten enough.
She might speak to her friend Celia Saunders. Celia was older and should know something she could take for it. At the same time, she realized it would be unwise to detail the symptoms too precisely. In the back of her mind was the fear that possibly, just possibly, her sickness might be due to something quite different.
The children in the room overhead were getting noisy. She did not want Mrs. Seraflno to see her until she was fully dressed and had had a chance to put a touch of color on her cheeks. She was even more anxious lest Mr. Seraflno see her that way, and she hurried back to her room to dress. Taking off her robe and nightgown, she surveyed herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. She was sure she did not look any stouter. Nevertheless, she decided to put on the new girdle that was firmer than her old one and held her in better.
By the time she was dressed, she felt her old self again. Just the sight of herself in the mirror, trim in her white uniform, made her spirits rise. Suppose it was the other thing? It need not necessarily be dreaded; she might even use it to advantage. But of course she'd have to be sure, and that meant a trip to the doctor, perhaps this Thursday on her day off.
'Then why the hell don't you get the rabbi to write the letter to the Ford Company?' demanded Al Becker. He was a short, stocky man with a powerful torso mounted on short, stumpy legs. Nose and chin both protruded combatively and there was a pugnacious twist to his lipless mouth, out of which jutted a thick, black cigar. When he removed it from the corner of his mouth, he held it between the curled first and second fingers of his right hand, so that it seemed like a glowing weapon in a clenched fist. His eyes were dull blue marbles.
Ben Schwarz had come to him full of glad tidings. He thought his good friend would be happy to hear he wouldn't have to stand the considerable expense of mounting a new motor in the car.
But Becker had been far from pleased. True, it would cost Becker Motors nothing, but it did mean a lot of trouble, perhaps extensive correspondence to explain the matter to the company.
'How does the rabbi get into things like this?' he wanted to know. 'You're a sensible feller, Ben. Now I ask you, is this the function of a rabbi of a temple?'
'But you don't understand, Al,' Schwarz said. 'It wasn't the question of repairs on the car at all. It was, of course, but-'
'Well, was it or wasn't it?'
'Well, sure it was, but I mean I didn't go to him about that. He happened to hear I was sore at Abe Reich so he suggested a Din Torah-'
'A Din who?'
'Din Torah,' said Schwarz carefully. 'It's when two parties to a conflict or an argument go to the rabbi and he hears the case and makes a judgment according to the Talmud. It's a regular thing that rabbis do.'
'First I heard of it.'
'Well, I admit I didn't know about it before myself. Anyway, I agreed, and Reich and I and Wasserman-as a kind of witness, I suppose-went to the rabbi, and he worked the whole thing out so that it was plain that neither Reich nor I had been negligent. And by God, if I wasn't negligent and the driver of the car wasn't negligent, then the fault was in the car and the company is supposed to make good.'
'Well, goddammit, the company won't make good unless I say so, and I can just see myself going to them for a job this big with that kind of cock-and-bull story.'
Becker's voice was never soft, and when he was angry he shouted.
Schwarz seemed suddenly deflated. 'But there was a teak in the seal,' he shouted back. 'I told you about
