“They must protect the lie. They’ll do anything to do that. Look at Masaryk-a crime twenty years old, yet still the lie. It’s a curious thing, to care so much what people think when you have all the power anyway. Maybe they need to believe it themselves. So they stage a simple case of suicide. Who would doubt it? But you are there, something unexpected. Now there are questions, accusations, the Americans calling. If they feel the lie is threatened, they will have to protect it. So now a crime. But the most obvious person to have done it, Mr Warren, is you.”
“You know I didn’t. The evidence-”
“Can be made to fit. It’s not a criminal case, Mr Warren. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. A political crime. All that matters is what they want people to believe. You were there, you had the motive.” He paused. “And you cannot explain yourself.”
“But you know-”
“If you are charged, there’s nothing I can do. You must see that. Of course, it’s a complication to arrest you. It becomes an incident. So many people involved. But they will do it, if they have to protect themselves. And you will be convicted. All proper and legal.” He lowered his voice. “You will be your father’s murderer.” Nick raised his head.
“Yes. They can do it. The question is, is it worth it to them? That’s what I don’t know yet. And I can’t know that until I know why he was planning to leave. Why he was stopped. I can’t help you if I don’t know that. If you don’t tell me.”
Nick, shaken, said nothing.
“Will they accuse you? Is it that important to them?”
“I don’t know.”
Zimmerman sighed and reached for another cigarette, taking his time. “Of course, there is another possibility. The easiest way to avoid everything-no incident, no trial. What do you know, Mr Warren? They were willing to kill him. Why stop? They killed people in the Masaryk case-oh yes, even years later. If they thought you knew the reason. It would be easy, to make a new lie. A family tragedy. You found the body. Who can say how people react to such a terrible thing? Sometimes they blame themselves. It would be easy. If they thought you knew.”
Nick stared at the precise, glowing ash of Zimmerman’s cigarette. “Maybe they sent you to find out.”
Zimmerman looked at him for a second, then nodded slowly. “Yes, maybe. In that case, I seem to have failed. You decide.” He stood up, scraping the chair. “But I see I have accomplished one thing-to make you suspicious. Even of me. Good. You need to be careful.”
“Like you.”
“Yes, like everyone here. But we’re still alive.”
Nick didn’t move. All of it true. But did they know about him? Had his father told them? Before the pillows made him quiet?
“Do you really think they’d-”
“I have no way of knowing, Mr Warren. Perhaps it’s my imagination. Only you would know that. If what you know is dangerous. But I would be careful. In fact, I would leave Prague.”
“You’re the one who ordered me to stay.”
He nodded. “Yes, it’s a difficulty. You understand, that was an official request, not mine.”
“Then what-”
“Under the circumstances? Go with the suicide. Make a statement. About his despair. Be innocent.” Zimmerman stared at him, serious.
Nick looked away. An end to it. What everybody wanted. He thought of Anna’s arm moving, on the other side of the cubicle wall.
“Then I can leave?” he asked finally.
“I’ll see. I don’t know how far this has gone. Incidentally, has anyone talked yet to Miss Chisholm?”
“No.”
“Then perhaps you would advise her.” He paused. “My concern for you-if you know what you say you don’t- would extend to anyone. It’s one thing to put yourself at risk-”
“She doesn’t know anything.”
Zimmerman smiled. “But then, neither do you. Be careful, Mr Warren.”
“Thank you. For the story.”
“A reconstruction. What might have happened.”
“You said ‘must.”’
Zimmerman shrugged. “It suggests itself. It’s not the first time.” He looked down at Nick. “But you have to be satisfied with that, with what must have happened. You understand that. You can stop playing detective.”
“And that’s why you told me? So I’d stop? Go away?”
“So you would not live with a mystery. It can be a poison.”
“Yes,” Nick said quietly, his eyes fixed on the ashtray.
“You were thinking of another?”
Nick looked up at him. “How he got here.”
Zimmerman opened his mouth to say something, then gave it up, turning away. “You will not solve that in Prague.”
“No.” Nick stood. “Do I have to sign something?”
“At your convenience. I will call you.” He gave Nick a wry glance. “If your embassy permits.”
“They don’t care. They want me to go too.”
Nick picked up the passport and held it out to him.
“No. That would only confuse Chief Novotny.” He turned to Anna. “Sometimes things are not found. It’s a pity.”
Anna nodded and took the passport.
“Not even by good Czechs who might need them,” he said to her. “You understand? Not this one.”
She nodded again. “You haven’t eaten anything,” she said.
“Another time, Anicka. Thank you. Mr Warren?”
They said goodbye to her, shaking hands, leaving her to her full table and wonderful view. On the stairs, there were no sounds but their shoes against the worn stone.
“I’ll leave first,” Zimmerman said when they reached the ground floor. “Wait a few minutes here, please. Go left, to the corner, so they can see you.”
“Aren’t they your own men?”
He smiled weakly. “But I’m careful. Like you.” He took Nick’s hand, peering closely at him. “I wonder what you know, Mr Warren.”
“I don’t know anything.”
“Then that is what I’ll say.”
“Will they believe you?”
“Oh, I think so. I was a good interrogator, when we were just police.”
Nick waited in the dark stairwell, listening to the drips in the pail. Then he went out, turning toward the Old Town Square, the streets, like everything else, a maze.
Chapter 14
Molly was sitting by the window, waiting for him. “What happened?”
“A condolence call,” he said, crossing the room, avoiding her.
She waited, then looked down, disappointed. “Anna called. She wants to see you, at your father’s.”
“She say why?”
“No. Just that she has something for you.”
He stopped, attentive now. Not in the desk. Anna had found it somewhere else.
“Okay. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
