And then he said one word: “Phone.”
It was Ford who looked up from gazing at his friend Ferguson’s protruding tongue to point to the town clerk’s podium beside the mayoral seat.
Kramer found the instrument hidden underneath the writing surface on a shelf.
“Switchboard? Call an ambulance, there’s a critical heart case in the-just a moment.”
He covered the mouthpiece with his hand.
“I want you all out of this top floor before Jackson gets here. Where can you go?”
“You can’t move Fergy in this condition!” protested Da Silva, who was much tougher than he felt to the knuckles. “Besides, he’s too heavy.”
“I’ve seen you in action on film, Fat Boy-you’ve got the strength. Now, where to?”
Trenshaw stood up shakily.
“Say the gents at the rear of the stage. There’s a service lift.”
“Hello, switch? The heart case is in the men’s lavatories behind the stage. That’s right. Police. So-what’s that? Urgent? Are you sure? Please, and put it through on this number.”
Da Silva and Ford already had Ferguson supported between them.
“Better take his feet,” Ford said to Trenshaw.
“I’ll open the door first.”
“Not that one, Trenshaw. The side door into the passage. I’ll see to the ladies. Just you stay with him until the ambo comes.”
“What then?”
“Hurry, man!”
His call came through.
The general run of conversations conducted on the twenty-eight lines connecting the Trekkersburg City Hall with the telephone exchange were not worth putting down Women’s Own to listen to. They were polysyllabic marathons about main drainage which could have been curtailed considerably by the appropriate use of four-letter words.
This one, however, warranted plugging in an extra set of headphones for Mavis, the caretaker’s wife, who always saw the late shift had a nice hot cup of tea.
“Kramer here.”
“Lieutenant?”
“Make it snappy, Van Niekerk.”
“Hell, how did you know it was me straight off, sir? Having a nice party?”
“I said snappy!”
“Just a minute, sir-the Colonel wants to say something. Oh, it’s just he hopes you’re not giving the ladies too much-”
“Shut up and get on with it-they said it was urgent.”
“Did they, sir? It wasn’t as urgent as all that. I hope I haven’t taken you away from something important?”
“Sergeant, I’ll give you ten seconds to give me the message or I’ll come round and kick your bloody balls off. Now speak!”
“Yes, sir. Well, it’s that coolie making trouble, again.”
“What coolie?”
“Zondi’s mate-Moosa.”
“So?”
“He rang up three times jabbering all kinds of rubbish about some shirts that were stolen and this bloke Lenny.”
“Where from?”
“The call, sir, or the shirts?”
“Two seconds-”
“I thought you’d like to know, sir. Anyway, I’ve sent Zondi down to investigate. I got sick of it.”
There was a long pause.
“Sergeant, did I hear right? You get a tip-off regards Lenny and you send Zondi down? By himself?”
“ Ach, it was real churra talk-maybe it was a tip-off. I don’t think so.”
“Did Zondi speak to him?”
“I was detailed to handle the calls, Lieutenant.”
There was a long pause.
Kramer’s next seven words whipped off two pairs of headphones and spilt the tea. But the eavesdroppers made miraculous recoveries.
“Yes, Sergeant Van Niekerk, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ll do it personally.”
“What for?”
“Because you’ve not only probably buggered up this entire investigation, you’ve also sent-”
“Yes?”
A receiver was replaced.
“Sir?”
What a pity, a moment’s pretended prudery had made them miss what had obviously been the best bit.
Kramer walked slowly around the table to the double doors leading back into the Assembly Room. He listened for the sound of women’s voices from the other side and heard nothing. But then the doors were specially made to prevent civic secrets leaking out, and like everything else, it worked both ways.
He turned suddenly right and headed for the side door into the passage: the hell with Jackson. He turned about: the hell with Zondi.
As Kramer slipped out of the council chamber into the Assembly Room, immediately closing the door behind him, he realised that councillors’ wives had a rough deal. And that they grew very used to being left high and dry without explanation and only their delinquent servants to talk about.
The hen party broke up with a great clucking of mild recrimination.
“Whatever have you boys been doing in there?” Mrs Trenshaw chided. “Did you sneak dear Phyllis van Reenen in there without our knowing?”
So they were not altogether as stupid as they seemed to their husbands.
“Sorry, not tonight, ladies.”
It helped to get them laughing. Paved the way, so to speak.
“I’m afraid something very important has cropped up,” Kramer said. “None of your hubbies had the courage to ask you so they sent me: do you think you could all make your own way home? They said take the cars.”
“I should hope so!” snorted a peroxided shrew with long nails who was strangling her silver fox. And her companions echoed the lack of sentiment.
Kramer smiled charmingly as they walked to the exit-he had one minute to go.
Then Mrs Trenshaw swung round.
“Oh, you might tell my husband,” she said, “that there was a man looking for him a little while ago. We told him where you were but he just took a peep through that big keyhole and said it looked a long business and he couldn’t wait.”
“What man?”
Kramer stepped forward.
“Pardon? Oh, he didn’t give his name. Said it wasn’t important.”
“I still say bow ties suit some men,” the shrew added firmly, as if having the final word in an argument.
Then she and the other women gasped, for they had never seen a man move so fast.
Van Niekerk was right, the Salvation Army Men’s Hostel had seemed a most unlikely place to find Lenny. It was almost enough to convince you that Moosa had run amok. But as Kramer pressed his foot to the floorboards, it all suddenly made very good sense. The sort of sense that Jackson had displayed on other occasions.
Going back to what the waiter at the pie-cart had said, Lenny had been picked up by several men in a Trekkersburg car. Point Two: he had not been back to his flat since then. Conclusion: Lenny was staying in Trekkersburg. If he had moved into any non-white area, however, the presence of a stranger would have been
