Kookaburra Gambit

Chicka obediently grabbed the backpack and upended it over my desk. Stuffed toys rained down-all Australian native animals. I saw platypuses, frilled lizards, kangaroos, even a wombat.

'Meet the Oz Mob,' said Alf, surveying the toys with pride. 'No doubt you've heard of them.'

'I'm afraid not,' said Bob.

I chimed in with, 'News to me too.'

Clearly amazed, Chicka said, 'You haven't heard of our top-rating kid's TV show, The Oz Mob? It's won awards.'

'Sorry.'

Chicka clicked his tongue at our ignorance. 'The Oz Mob's big at home,' he said. 'Very big.'

'And if all goes well,' said Alf, 'it'll be gigantic over here in the States.'

'If all goes well,' said Chicka, shaking his head mournfully. 'If all goes well.'

Two

Bob Verritt and I were sitting in Ariana's office. The room was like her: cool and contained, with a predilection for black, at least in the furniture-black desk, black filing cabinets, black lounge chairs for clients. The walls were flat white. The only break from this stark decor was found in the muted earth colors of a couple of rugs on the polished, dark floor.

'Alf and Chicka are coming back tomorrow,' I said. 'I told them by then we'd know if we'd be taking the case…or not.'

I was dead keen that Kendall & Creeling did take on the Hartnidges as clients, and even keener to be directly involved myself. Not only would the case bump up my total hours, it involved something in which I had expertise. I might know next to nothing about being a private investigator, but I knew just about everything to do with opals. This wasn't surprising, since Mum's pub, The Wombat's Retreat, was smack bang in the middle of Wollegudgerie, premier opal-mining town in outback Australia.

On the other side of the desk, Ariana leaned forward in her chair to examine the three soft toys lying in a neat line in front of her, each with its little belly split open. She picked one up but nearly dropped it when the movement activated its voice.

'I'm Kelvin Kookaburra,' the toy bird shrieked. Then it went into peal after peal of maniacal laughter, only stopping when Ariana hastily put it down.

'That's why a kookaburra's also called a laughing jackass,' I said helpfully. 'They're a type of kingfisher. My aunt lost a lot of goldfish that way, until she put netting over her goldfish pond.'

Realizing I was yakking on, I made a mental note to shut up. When I was stressed I tended to talk too much, and Ariana had a talent for making me feel tense. Sure, I'd inherited from my American father a controlling interest in Kendall & Creeling Investigative Services, but for all intents and purposes it was Ariana's company. I was just an Aussie who'd inconveniently turned up and thrown a spanner in the works.

After the first frosty reception, when she'd been gobsmacked to learn I was planning to help run the place, Ariana had warmed to me to some degree-a certain kiss was still burning in my memory-but the uneasy feeling remained that if I said to her I was willing to sell my share, she'd take it like a shot.

I wrenched my attention back to hear Bob saying, 'Alf and Chicka Hartnidge have quite a story to tell.'

Ariana smiled. 'Clearly. Let's have it.'

I always melted a bit when she smiled, though I fought to make sure she never knew it. Putting on an alert expression, I gazed at Bob, waiting for him to sum up the Hartnidge brothers' dilemma.

'It's really Kylie's case,' he said, 'so she should tell you.'

Ariana and Bob both looked at me. I cleared my throat. I'd be succinct, to the point, short and snappy, like Ariana would be if she were explaining the situation.

I marshaled my thoughts and began. 'Alf and Chicka Hartnidge started off producing a kids' series for Aussie television called The Oz Mob, using puppets a bit like the Muppets but based on native animals, such as echidnas, wallabies, and koalas.'

'What's an echidna?' said Bob, throwing me off my stride completely.

I glared at him. 'Eats insects, gots lots of spines, rolls up in a ball when scared.'

'Like a hedgehog?'

'Most likely. Anyway, where was I? Yes, this kids' series turned out to be a mega hit, and Alf and Chicka got the bright idea of licensing someone to make soft toys and hand puppets based on the Oz Mob characters. Soon they were selling like hotcakes- Penny Platypus, Ferdie Frilled Lizard, Korinne Koala, and so on.' I indicated the toys on the desk. 'But the most popular character of all was that one, Kelvin Kookaburra, probably because he and his mad laugh started and ended the TV show.'

Back home, I'd always liked hearing kookaburras laughing. They were impressive birds, with large beaks, square heads, pale downy breasts, and lovely mottled brown-and-blue markings on their backs and wings.

When I was a little kid, I remember being disappointed to learn from my mum that kookas weren't laughing because they had a good sense of humor. It was really: 'Get out! This is my area!' Still, they were so handsome I found it easy to forgive them.

'After The Oz Mob was a hit,' I continued, 'it was picked up by a cable channel here in the States, and now it looks like it's going to be a success all over again. There were no flies on the Hartnidge brothers, as far as bargaining was concerned. They licensed the program to television but kept the rights to the soft toys and puppets themselves. Their plan is to import them for sale once the series takes off.'

Bob pointed to the three little Kelvin Kookaburra bodies. 'Those were in the first shipment.' Like a magician, he whipped a velvet bag out of his pocket. 'And concealed in them were'- dramatic pause, while he opened the bag and gently spilled the contents onto the desk in front of Ariana-'these!'

These were twenty-eight high-grade opals. Beautiful gems. Each stone was cut and polished, ready to be made into jewelry. Between us, Bob and I had used the best part of a box of tissues to clean them. They'd been coated in some sort of grease-probably Vaseline-before being hidden inside the Kelvin Kookaburras.

Ariana picked up one of the stones and examined it closely. 'Kylie, you must know something about opals.'

'Just everything,' I said immodestly. 'You don't grow up in the 'Gudge without learning every last thing about them.'

Bob picked a stone too, holding it to the light pouring in through the skylight. 'These are so much more impressive than the opals I've seen here in the States.'

'They're certainly not the pale, wishy-washy ones you're used to,' I said. 'This sort are pretty well only found in Australia. Back home, when people say black opal, they think Lightning Ridge, but I happen to believe Wollegudgerie's stuff is equal, if not better.'

Ariana turned the stone in her fingers, and the colors flashed brilliantly. 'Why are they called black opals?' she asked. 'This one's green and blue.'

After weeks of being a novice PI, and not sure what in the hell I was doing most of the time, I was pleased to have a chance to show off my knowledge.

'The name black opal comes from the black potch-the dark layers that provide a terrific contrasting background for the bars of color. That's what makes black opals worth so much more than the milky ones that have white or gray potch.' I had to smile, hearing myself. 'I'm a regular little mine of information, aren't I?'

'And the value of this little collection?' Ariana asked.

'Worth a motza, because they're solid stones, not doublets or triplets.' I picked up another opal, a gorgeous thing shot with fire. 'If you look at this from the side, you'll see it's solid stone, not a doublet or triplet.'

'Which are?'

'Sometimes very thin opals are attached to a layer of dark opal potch or dark plastic. That makes a doublet. If a clear capping of crystal quartz is put on top as well, it's a triplet. Of course, laminated opals like that aren't as valuable.'