'It seems, Martha, that you're being paid to make this happen and have guided them all along, and now you have a problem they expect you to solve.'
'Well, that'd be one-'
'And that you weren't just thinking of Jay's better interests in all this.'
'Mr. Wyeth,' said Martha, 'I'm here to help.'
'I still don't understand why you don't talk to Jay directly.'
She chewed a bit of steak in response, and it was hard for her. But she kept at it, just as she was doing with me.
'You do know about the accident?'
I shook my head. 'Not really.'
'Oh my. Well, so you don't understand a word of what I'm saying. One of the summer girls was just terribly enamored of Jay. And he of her. This was fifteen years ago, more or less. He wasn't even twenty. I think she was from a very wealthy family. British. They'd rented a big house on the water a few miles away. Girls like that would never look at local farmboys. But then Jay came along. She'd fallen in love with him, and her parents were closing up the house for the summer and the girl was frantic, you know, that was the way I heard it, anyway, and she called Jay's house and his father said he couldn't go out andwell, to make a long story short, he slipped out that night and on the way back he ran through the potato fields, his father's own fields, and someone had left a paraquat sprayer on. Use it on weeds, anything that grows. Terrible stuff. They found him in the morning, just about dead.'
Martha looked straight through me. 'The same night that happened, Jay's parents had a terrible fight. I told you his father was a rotten man. His mother ran away. Never seen again, never contacted anyone. No one could believe it, except that her husband was so bad. They think she left the North Fork, could have gone anywhere. She was a good-looking woman and might have called a few men- who knows?
'And then Jay got better. He came out of it, after being in the hospital for weeks. It was terrible- a terrible blow for a boy. He was still a boy, nineteen. I call that a boy. His mother was gone and his father was no good. And Jay himself was- he was in a wheelchair for a month, too weak to walk. There was considerable lung damage. Permanent.'
'Yes, I know.'
'So, Mr. Wyeth, I'm trying to help Jay get free of that land. Get on with his life. What's wrong with that?'
'Can't blame you,' I said.
'He left town after the accident. The family had blown apart. We didn't see him. I heard he went to Europe, ran chasing after that girl, still loved her. His father drove the farm into the ground just like I knew he would, finally leased it out, let the hands stay in one of the houses. He died a few years ago when his liver gave out and then the land passed to Jay and I guess he felt it was time to sell it.'
She watched me as she finished her story, and it occurred to me that much as Martha Hallock had filled in Jay Rainey's biography, much as she had demonstrated the size of the operation arrayed against him, and me, she had not in any way helped solve the problem. In fact, I could even say that she was turning the screw- on me.
'Martha,' I began, 'what exactly is your fiduciary relationship with Marceno?'
'Well, I said I was helping a bit. Nothing more than that.'
'I mean specifically. Contractually. Are you a consultant, fee-for-hire, an agent working on percentage, or a principal?'
'That's a ridiculous question, Mr. Wyeth, I'm an old woman who's only trying to-'
'Since you aren't answering me, I'll assume you're a principal. You have a stake in this thing. Which means, from a legal point of view, that you're Marceno's partner. Which means your interests are aligned, Martha. I might as well be talking to him directly.'
She stared at me, eyes troubled.
'What's buried in the ground out there, Martha?'
She shook her head once, almost as if slapped. 'Nothing.'
'How do you know?'
'I don't,' she hissed.
'Then how can you assert anything one way or another?'
'Nothing is in the ground that is going to hurt anything.'
These were shavings of an answer. 'Then why can't you tell your business partner that? Your interests are the same, are they not?'
'It's not like that.'
'And while I'm on the topic, it sounds to me like you have a conflict of interest, Martha. You were the seller's broker. Your sign was out there in the weeds.'
'That's not true.'
'How else did I know to find you?'
She couldn't answer that.
'You were the seller's broker yet representing the buyer's interests. Does Jay realize this? And by the way, does Marceno know the man who found the dead body is your nephew?'
'I can't answer these questions, and even if I could, I wouldn't.'
She started to rise. But I reached around the table and grabbed her cane. 'Martha, you came into the city to put pressure on me, didn't you? Just like Marceno is putting pressure on you, now.'
'No.'
'He's suing me, you know, Jay as well.'
'You don't say.'
What kind of answer was this? 'Marceno sent you.'
'No.'
'Told you to act like you were helping us.'
'No, Mr. Wyeth!'
'And either you do know what is buried on that property and don't want anyone else to know, which means you're in a hell of a fix with Mr. Marceno- I could tell him all this, by the way, or'- I stuttered for a moment, trying to understand-'or you actually don't know what's buried there and fear that something is. Something very bad. Like a barnload of arsenic or something. In either case, it seems to me, you are certain that Jay Rainey has no idea what it is. As am I! And yet you are letting Marceno attack him, and me. Isn't that right?'
'Give me my cane!'
But I didn't. 'I just realized what you want, Martha, why you came into the city.'
'I doubt that.'
'No, I got it, I got the message.'
'What?' she cried, seemingly more alarmed than ever.
'You wanted me to figure it out. This is all a big mistake. It was never supposed to happen. There is something buried there, and even if you don't know what it is, you want me to find out. Jay doesn't know, so he's of no use! Marceno doesn't know that you know either what's there or that Jay doesn't know. You want me to somehow figure it out- and if you do know, you're not telling me- and you want me not to inform Jay, but to inform Marceno, but not in such a way that it looks like you were coaching me to do so. Yes, you're in some kind of jam with both men, Martha, and you're dropping the pressure on me!'
I gently handed her the cane, and she stood to rise. The car was waiting for her outside. As she gathered her purse, a look passed into her face, and despite her advanced age, I glimpsed a shrewd businesswoman. 'Pretty good, Mr. Wyeth,' she allowed, 'pretty good.'
'Don't expect my cooperation, Martha.'
'I won't. But you'- she put both of her wrinkled old hands on the cane and dared to lean forward, right into my face, so close I could see her stumpy teeth, the little hairs on her chin-' you should not expect Mr. Marceno to remain patient with you.'
'With me?'
'With you.'
She stood back, quite confident of her position. I suddenly understood that Martha Hallock had been ahead of me at each step. 'You told Marceno that I knew what was there?'