Neither spoke nor moved.
At length, Barbara said. “You lie! How contemptible can you be!”
Martin smiled sadly. “No. I have no reason to lie. No more than you do when you say you’re pregnant. I know how you feel about abortion. So if everything goes well, you’ll have a child. There’s no reason for you to lie about it.
“Same with me. I can get my doctor to share his findings with you. Or I can go to the doctor of your choice. Whoever does the exam, he’s going to find the same thing: a bunch of sperm turned over on their backs floating when they should be swimming like hell.”
He stood up.
“You knew it was going to end this way.” Barbara held back tears. “From the time I gave you the note you knew we’d come to this moment when you would claim you’re sterile. Why did you play it out? Why did you have sex with me?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t intend to. Then you opened the, door, and there you were, wearing that dress that never fails to turn me on. What did you expect me to do, Babs: ask if you wanted to buy some Girl Scout cookies?”
She drew a robe about her as she followed him to the door.
He turned. “Babs, I believed you then and I believe you now when you say Al, for years, hasn’t screwed you or even fooled around with you … although I can’t understand how he could’ve kept his hands off you.
“I thought I was the only one you were having an affair with. That was until you let me in on your little secret. You’re pregnant. Then I knew you had to be seeing somebody else. Thing is, I haven’t the slightest idea how many ‘somebody elses’ you’re laying. The bottom line is you’re a whore. And that’s that.
“We may have to meet again. Maybe at a company get-together. Tom Adams is the kind of guy who would see to it you’re included in the company doings. That’s about it for us. I won’t be seeing you on any other basis- ever.
“And one last thing: if you intend on making this public … if you reveal my secret in any way so that anyone besides Lois or my doctor-or another doctor, if you insist-finds out that I’m sterile, I’ll show you what I learned in ‘Nam. I’ll show you how to kill and leave no clue.”
He closed the door behind him, leaving Barbara standing there trying to absorb and comprehend what had just happened.
This very definitely had not gone as she had planned.
Still, it wasn’t time to panic. She was only a quarter of the way through her very flexible scenario. She had allowed for a setback, just not so soon.
Clearly she hadn’t been prepared for that naked threat. That had sent a chill up her spine.
She had known he could do it. Now she knew he would.
Twenty
Barbara hadn’t even considered a death threat.
And a palpable threat it was. He had killed before, prodigally in Vietnam. He made no secret of that.
The threat had its desired effect: Barbara would not reveal Martin’s secret. She only hoped that neither of the other two who were in on the secret might let it slip, leading him to suspect her.
No doubt about it, Martin could be dangerous.
It was just possible that Marty was lying. Should she go ahead and request his physician’s report? But if she did go to his doctor, she’d have to be extremely cautious. No need to roil those waters.
So, pending checking a couple of his statements, she had struck out with Martin. She was now pretty well convinced that he’d had no part in Al’s death. On the surface at least there appeared to be nothing improper in his management of commercial loans. And if he was honest about his reproductive system, he couldn’t have gotten her with child.
There was time to kill before her next guest arrived. She had allowed for a generous space between visitors. That gave her flexibility in grilling them, as well as insuring that none would meet in the revolving door that was her apartment.
She heated some soup, more because it was dinnertime than due to hunger. Nervousness had destroyed her appetite.
As she awaited the arrival of Jack Fradet, she went over what she knew of the comptroller of Adams Bank and Trust.
If one word could describe his early years, it probably would be “sickly.” If there were any germs around, they would attach themselves to Jack like zebra mussels.
Being of a practical nature, the lad made no plans to excel in sports or any other type of strenuous activity. He didn’t star on the field or in the gym. But in the classroom, he was a whiz.
Though he was attracted to the study of almost everything, his forte was math. When Jack landed a job with Adams Bank and Trust, it was a marriage blessed by the god of matchmakers. He could’ve taken and kept a vow of stability. He was there for life.
Rather rapidly he rose to what in effect was the number-two position in the bank. He had no desire to go higher and supplant Tom Adams.
Adams did what his job required, and he did it well. He was visible, a hail-fellow-well-met. Jack Fradet was not suited to that role in any way. He would have been awkward and ineffective, to say the least. He was most content to stay in the shadows and take care of the money. For in that, he was taking care of the bank.
Those who knew him at all well-and there were few-wondered that he had married Marilyn-or anyone, for that matter. It was difficult to imagine him in bed with a woman unless he was asleep. Marilyn seemed genuinely bewildered that she was mated to this math machine with flesh.
But they had three children, all now adults with families of their own, so something must have happened besides refreshing slumber in preparation for the next day’s adventures in the bank.
Almost from the time Al began to work at the bank, Barbara knew who Jack Fradet was. After all, he was an executive vice president. But if she thought of him at all, it was as the little man who counted money.
Yet over the past several years, Jack and Barbara had been paramours. People who were astonished at the mating of Jack and Marilyn would’ve been struck dumb by Jack and Barbara.
How had this happened?
Al has been assistant manager of one of the Adams branches. There was an annual picnic for ranking employees down to Al’s level-and their spouses. Barbara had gone along hoping to steal some time with Martin Whitston, the first of her four conquests. That was the day she bumped into Jack. She thought it was an accident. For Jack, it was no accident.
It began simply enough. She’d had no opportunity to be alone with Martin. His wife, Lois, had seen to that. For Barbara, the picnic grew deadly dull. She was peripherally alert to her husband’s. whereabouts. She didn’t care what he did, she just didn’t want him spying on her.
Keeping an eye out for Martin, on the one hand, and Al, on the other, she was totally unaware of Jack Fradet.
But he was acutely aware of her. Oh, not in any obvious manner. He stayed on the fringe of groups of guests. He had long had an eye for her-as did lots of men. The difference between them and him was that, over the long haul, Jack Fradet usually got what he went after. Barbara was one of the most desirable goals he had set for himself.
His opportunity occurred this day when Barbara found an unoccupied bench under a corner tree. With a bored look, she sighed deeply and settled herself in the middle of the bench, hoping to discourage anyone else from sitting down alongside.
Jack waited a few minutes then approached, leisurely, with no indication that he had anything particular in mind. He paused when he reached her. She looked up and gave him a perfunctory smile.
Still standing and making no move to sit down, he introduced himself and began talking. He didn’t direct his words at her specifically-or toward anyone in particular, for that matter.
