'No.' I took a sip of milk. 'That must have been quite a phone call. I hope he didn't call collect.'
'He didn't. I asked many questions. You don't dispute the motive for Mr Greve?'
'Of course not.'
'Then to opportunity. He has no alibi for that afternoon from one o'clock on. He says he was on horseback looking for stray cattle, but he was alone. The horse could have taken him within about a mile of where the body was found. Challenge?'
'No.'
'Then to means. Three guns of the kind indicated were available to him, two in his house and one in the sleeping quarters of men employed at the ranch. Challenge?'
'None you would buy, or a jury. His wife and daughter say the guns were there in the house, and Mel Fox says his was where it belonged, in his room. All right, they would, and Mel was out on a horse too.'
'Then to particulars. The only other people with any discernible motive, the same motive as his, have alibis that have been checked and verified. I wasn't given their names, but-'
'Harvey's wife and daughter and a kid named Gilbert Haight. The wife and daughter, okay. The kid is on my list. His father is the county sheriff. He wanted to marry the daughter and says he still does-the kid, not the sheriff.'
'Indeed.' His brow was up. 'You challenge his alibi?'
'I've worked some on it. The big trouble is I'm a dude. A dude out here is in about the same fix as a hippie in a Sunday school. Communication problems. You would see if you stayed, especially dressed like that, with that vest and hat. Any more particulars?'
'Yes. The day after Mr Brodell arrived Mr Greve said in the hearing of two men, 'A varmint with that thick a hide isn't fit to live.' Also-'
'He said ain't, not isn't. I heard him. You could stand the 'varmint,' but the 'ain't' was too much for you.'
'The meaning was intact. Also, on Friday afternoon, the day after Brodell was killed, he drove to Timberburg and bought a bottle of champagne, which was unprecedented, and that evening he and his wife and daughter drank it. Also-'
'That was a phone call. Knowing how Harvey felt about Brodell, I was surprised he didn't buy two bottles, or a case and throw a party.' I drank milk.
'And the next day, Saturday, when Brodell's father, who had come from St. Louis for the body, went to see Mr Greve, he assaulted him.'
'He clipped him and gave him a shiner. That was regrettable, no matter what the father had said to ask for it, since he's too old to be poked, but everybody knows that it's not a good idea to pull Harvey's nose or loosen his cinch. Also?'
'Isn't that enough?'
'It's probably enough for a jury, and that's the nut. That covers the phone call?'
'Sufficiently.'
'Then it's my turn. In that letter I offered you fifty to one, and I still do. I know Harvey Greve and so does Miss Rowan. I haven't got one measly scrap of evidence for him, and none against anyone else, but I know him. Did the Attorney General mention that the first bullet that hit Brodell, in the shoulder, came from behind him?'
'No.' He had opened the second bottle and poured.
'Well, it did. He was standing on a boulder, facing uphill, picking huckleberries, and X sneaked from downhill to easy range. The first bullet turned him around, so he was facing X when the second bullet got him in the neck and killed him. All right, that settles it. X was not Harvey Greve. I'll believe that Harvey Greve shot a man in the back, no warning, when I see you cut up a dill pickle, put maple syrup on it, and eat it with a spoon. And even if I could believe he shot a man in the back I still wouldn't believe he shot Brodell. Everybody knows there's no better shot around. If he shot at a man's back he wouldn't hit his shoulder. And the second shot, in the neck? Nuts.'
He was frowning. He drank and put the glass down. 'Archie. Your emotions are blocking your mental processes. If it is generally known that he is a good shot, making it appear that X wasn't would be a serviceable subterfuge.'
'Not for Harvey. He hasn't got that kind of mind. Subterfuge is not only not in his vocabulary, it's not in his nature. But that's just talk. The point is that he would not sneak up on a man and shoot him in the back. Not a chance. Hell, make it a hundred to one.'
The wrinkles of the frown were deeper. 'This must be flummery. Certainly it isn't candor. Basing a firm conclusion of a man's guilt or innocence-not merely a conjecture-solely on your knowledge of his character? That's tommyrot and you know it. Pfui.'
I gave him a wide grin. 'Good. Now I've got you cold. You were right, your brain isn't functioning properly. Less than three years ago you formed a firm conclusion on Orrie Gather's guilt or innocence solely on Saul Panzer's knowledge of his character. You also consulted Fred and me, but we were on the fence. Saul decided it. [see Death of a doxy] It's too bad I don't rate as high as Saul. And I have backing. Miss Rowan's conclusion is as firm as mine, but I admit she's a woman. There's a plane that leaves Helena at eleven in the morning. If I find I can't make it back in time to vote on November fifth I'll send for an absentee ballot.'
The frown was gone, but his lips had tightened to a thin straight line. He poured the rest of the second bottle, watched the bead go down, picked up the glass, and drank. When his lips had been licked, they didn't tighten again. He twisted his head around for a look at the open window, put his hands on the chair arms to pry his seventh of a ton up, turned to the window, pulled it shut, sat down again, and asked, 'Is there an electric blanket?'
