So did I. “What is it?”
“Most of the explosions in Solidar over the past months have been on piers or near water. Your questions about the tugs and the barges got me thinking. I’ve made more inquiries, and the regionals have helped. I’d like you to look at the charts there and tell me what you think.”
It didn’t take long to figure out what she’d determined. In more than half the cases, two transport factors were involved. One was Cholan Freight and Transport, and the other was Mahrun Barge and Cartage. “Did you find out anything about these two?”
“There aren’t any records of any contracts older than four years. They always paid in advance, and their funds were always transferred from the Banque D’Ouestan through another banque. They also never defaulted, and always returned leased equipment in good condition. According to Eslyana, the regional in Solis, Cholan Freight rented a building in Solis. It was largely a ware house with one clerk. He sent all invoices and remittances to a Vyktor D’Cleris.”
“How did she find that out?”
“From the very upset widow of the clerk.”
“He died in an accident, of course?” My tone was sardonic.
“Of course.”
“Did she find out where this Vyktor D’Cleris was located?”
“Only that he was in L’Excelsis. No address, nothing more.”
I nodded. “The address would have been useful.” I suspected I already had it. “What was the name of the Cholan clerk?”
“Ebslun.”
I wrote that down. “What else?”
“From the weights and packing, it’s likely that some of the explosives were sent by ironway under the name of Mahrun Barge and Cartage, but we haven’t yet located any actual address for Mahrun, except at the Mahrun Ironway Station. They’ve never leased space there, but at times, someone would pick up messages or packages there. Not often.”
“So they basically got accepted by sending or handling small shipments, always paid in advance, before they leased heavier equipment. That’s how they moved the Poudre B…” I looked to Kahlasa. “You’ve put together an outstanding report here.”
She actually smiled.
By the time we had finished going over the details, it was time to eat, and the two of us walked over to the dining hall. Maitre Dyana was there, sitting with Chassendri and Quaelyn, with Ferlyn peering past the older pattern-master, as if trying to make out Quaelyn’s words and Maitre Dyana’s responses.
After the meal, I went straight to the duty coach stand, and asked Desalyt to take me to Patrol headquarters. Once I arrived, the duty patroller-Cassan-just nodded as I walked past him and up the steps to the second level.
Cydarth’s clerk-patroller looked up from his desk in the anteroom. “Maitre Rhennthyl! Was the subcommander expecting you?”
“No. I just hoped to catch him. Is he here?”
“He’s somewhere here in headquarters. I’m sure he’ll want to see you. If you wouldn’t mind…I’ll go find him.”
“I’ll wait.”
The patroller hurried out.
I ended up waiting half a quint before the patroller returned. “He was inspecting the holding cells, sir, and it took me a bit to find him. I thought he was down in charging. He said he’d be here shortly.”
Shortly turned out to be another half-quint.
“Maitre Rhennthyl,” offered Cydarth with a smile as he entered the anteroom. “I do apologize. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
“It happens when you arrive unannounced.” I followed him into his study.
The patroller shut the door behind us.
“Might I ask the reason for the visit?”
“I was passing by and thought I should stop in and see you.”
“Maitre Rhennthyl, that is most kind of you…although I must observe that you seldom act merely on the impetus of the instant.”
I smiled. “Seldom does not mean never, but you are correct. In addition to realizing that I had not stopped to see you when I last visited the Commander, a matter did come up of which I thought you should be apprised.”
“Please.” Cydarth gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.
“As you may surmise, at times, the Collegium does receive information which can not be substantiated and whose origin cannot be traced. Recently, I did receive an unsigned missive that suggested you received significant funds through the Banque D’Ouestan. Knowing of your integrity, I did nothing with the missive, because such a report either had to be fallacious or something perfectly innocent, such as a bequest or an inheritance. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that I should let you know that someone was circulating this sort of information about you.”
The subcommander nodded slowly. “I would have expected nothing less of you, Maitre Rhennthyl. You have always been circumspect and scrupulously fair. Might I ask the context of the missive?”
“The context of the missive dealt with transactions from the Banque D’Ouestan that the writer considered suspicious, because there was an implied suggestion the Collegium look into the matter.”
“And did you?”
“The Collegium does not have access to banque records. That is a matter for the Council, and it’s certainly not proper to ask them to investigate on the basis of an anonymous note. For all I know, it could be a ploy to create problems for a banque that has a solid financial record, simply because that banque has a number of outland investors. Since I have not made such a request and do not intend to, I did think you should be informed.”
Cydarth smiled warmly, even with his eyes.
I didn’t trust either his mouth or eyes, but I smiled pleasantly and waited.
“You know, Master Rhennthyl, when you first came to the Civic Patrol, I had my doubts that you had the determination and the restraint to deal with the stresses of day-to-day patrolling without immediately resorting to some form of imaging, whether that imaging was warranted or not. I had my doubts when you became a District Captain. Yet…I must confess that your performance was outstanding. You turned Third District from a competent district into one where offenses of all sorts were minimal, especially for an area holding a taudis known for trouble. You accomplished this using the same patrollers…”
Cydarth went on for a quint, reiterating what I’d done as a District Captain. On the one hand, I was both amazed and flattered that he’d recalled it all so well and in such detail. On the other, I worried about it. Exactly why was he taking so much time, when usually he wanted to be rid of me as quickly as possible?
“…And, in the end, while you have created a standard that Third District is thus far maintaining, the Civic Patrol will miss you, possibly more than the Collegium will gain.” He smiled again, then laughed. “I apologize. I’ve taken far too much of your time, but over the years, we’ve seldom talked at any length.”
“That’s true, and I do appreciate your kind words.” I stood. “I hope what I conveyed will prove useful, and that the matter does not come up again, but I did want you to know.”
“You’re most kind, Maitre Rhennthyl.”
With that, I took my leave and headed downstairs and out of headquarters.
With the cold wind, gray skies, and occasional flakes of snow, I was glad that the duty coach was still waiting for me.
“You missed the row, sir,” offered Desalyt.
“Row?”
“Two fellows came out of the alleyway just up there. They starting fighting. One tried to smash the bistro windows over there. Patrollers came out from here. Stupid to start a fight across from a Patrol station. Always stupid folk.”
