'I thought it probably would be.'
'I can afford a generous reward, Mr.… I don't think I got your name.'
'Matthew Scudder.'
'Of course. I'm usually quite good at names, actually.' His eyes narrowed.
'As I said, Mr. Scudder, I can afford a generous reward. What I cannot afford is for that material to remain in existence.' He drew a breath and straightened up in his chair. 'I am going to be the next governor of the State ofNew York .'
'So a lot of people say.'
'More people will say it. I have scope, I have imagination, I have vision. I'm not a party hack in debt to the bosses. I'm independently wealthy, I'm not looking to enrich myself out of the public till. I could be an excellent governor. The state needs leadership. I could—'
'Maybe I'll vote for you.'
He smiled ruefully. 'I don't suppose it's time for a political speech, is it?
Especially at a time when I'm so careful to deny that I'm a candidate. But you must see the importance of this to me, Mr. Scudder.'
I didn't say anything.
'Did you have a specific reward in mind?'
'You'd have to set that figure. Of course, the higher it is, the more of an incentive it would be.'
He put his fingertips together and thought it over. 'One hundred thousand dollars.'
'That's quite generous.'
'That's what I would pay as a reward. For the return of absolutely everything.'
'How would you know you got everything back?'
'I've thought of that. I had that problem with Jablon. Our negotiations were complicated by the difficulty I found in being in the same room with him. I knew instinctively that I would be at his mercy on a permanent basis. If I gave him substantial funds, he'd run through them sooner or later and be back for more money. Blackmailers always are, from what I understand.'
'Usually.'
'So I paid him so much a week. A weekly envelope, old bills out of sequence, as if I were paying ransom. As in a sense I was. I was ransoming all my tomorrows.' He leaned back in his wooden swivel chair and closed his eyes. He had a good head, a strong face. I suppose there must have been weakness in it, because he had shown this weakness in his behavior, and sooner or later your character shows up in your face. It takes longer in some faces than in others; if there was weakness there, I couldn't spot it.
'All my tomorrows,' he said. 'I could afford that weekly payment. I could think of it'—that quick, rueful smile —'as a campaign expense. An ongoing one.
What worried me was my continued vulnerability, not to Mr. Jablon but to what might come to pass should he die. My God, people die every day. Do you know how many New Yorkers are murdered in the average day?'
'It used to be three,' I said. 'A homicide once every eight hours, that was the average. I suppose it's higher now.'
'The figure I heard was five.'
'Higher in the summer. One week last July the tally ran over fifty. Fourteen of them in one day.'
'Yes, I remember that week.' He looked away for a moment, evidently lost in thought. I didn't know whether he was planning how to reduce homicide rates when he was governor or how to add my name to the list of victims. He said, 'Can I assume that Jablon was murdered?'
'I don't see how you can assume anything else.'
'I thought that might happen. I worried about it, that is. That sort of man, his kind runs a higher-than-average risk of being murdered. I'm sure I wasn't his only victim.' His voice rose in pitch on the last words of the sentence, and he waited for me to confirm or deny his guess. I outwaited him, and he went on. 'But even if he weren't murdered, Mr. Scudder, men die. They don't live forever. I didn't like paying that slimy gentleman every week, but the prospect of ceasing to pay him was significantly worse.
He could die in any number of ways, anything at all. A drug overdose, say.'
'I don't think he used anything.'
'Well, you understand my point.'
'He could have been hit by a bus,' I said.
'Exactly.' Another long sigh. 'I can't go through this again. Let me state my case quite plainly. If you…
recover the material, I'll pay you the figure I stated. One hundred thousand dollars, paid in any fashion you care to specify. Paid into a private Swiss account, if you prefer. Or handed over to you in cash. For that I'll expect the return of absolutely everything and your continued silence.'
'That makes sense.'
'I should think so.'
'But what guarantee would you have that you're getting what you pay for?'
His eyes studied me keenly before he spoke. 'I think I'm rather good at judging men.'
