'I know,' I said. 'Is there anyone with a grudge against you?'
'Oh certainly. I can't name anyone in particular. But I've been in a tough business for more than thirty years. I'm bound to have made someone angry.'
'Angry enough to shoot your horses?'
'Well, if they were, why would they shoot those horses? The stable pony's worth maybe five hundred dollars. Neither of the other two horses showed much promise. Heroic Hope can't run again, but insurance covers it. If you wish to damage me, you shoot Hugger Mugger-no amount of insurance could replace him.'
'Me either,' I said. 'Maybe they were chosen because their loss would not be damaging.'
'That doesn't make any sense.'
'True,' I said. 'If someone didn't want to damage you they could just not shoot the horses.'
A good-looking woman with close-cropped hair and high cheekbones and blue-black skin came in pushing a tea wagon. There was coffee in a silver decanter and white china cups and a cream and sugar set that matched the decanter. She served us each coffee and departed. I added cream and two lumps of sugar. Clive took his black.
'So what kind of security did Jon Delroy do for you?' I said.
'Why do you ask?' Clive said.
'Because I don't know.'
'And you find that sufficient reason?' Clive said.
'Admittedly, I'm a nosy guy,' I said. 'It's probably one of the reasons I do what I do. But that aside, doing what I do is simply a matter of looking for the truth under a rock. It's under some rock, but I don't usually know which one. So whenever I come to a rock, I try to turn it over.'
'Doesn't that sometimes mean you discover things you didn't need to know? Or want to know?'
'Yes.'
'But you do it anyway?'
'I don't know how else to go about it,' I said.
Clive looked at me heavily. He drank some coffee. Outside the window some birds fluttered about. They seemed to be sparrows, but they were moving too quickly to reveal themselves to me.
'I have three daughters,' he said. 'Two of whom have inherited their mother's depravity.'
'Penny being the exception?' I said.
'Yes. They have not only indulged their depravity as girls, they have married badly, and marriage has appeared to exacerbate the depravity.'
Clive wasn't looking at me. He wasn't, as far as I could tell, looking at anything. His eyes seemed blankly focused on the middle distance.
'Depravity loves company,' I said.
I wasn't sure that Clive heard me. He continued to sit silently, looking at nothing.
'Among Delroy's duties was keeping tabs on the girls,' I said.
He was silent still, and then slowly his eyes refocused on me.
'And dealing with the trouble they got into, and their husbands got into,' he said.
'Such as?'
Clive shook his head. Outside, the birds had gone away and at the window there was only the flutter of the curtains in the warm Georgia air. I put my empty coffee cup on the tray and stood up.
'Thanks for the coffee,' I said.
'You understand,' he said.
'I do,' I said.
TWELVE
SINCE IT WAS evening, and I wasn't being feted at the Clive estate, I had the chance to lie on the bed in my motel and talk on the phone with Susan Silverman, whom I missed.
'So far,' I said, 'only one sister has made an active attempt to seduce me.'
'How disappointing,' Susan said. 'Are there many sisters?'
'Three.'
'Maybe the other two are just waiting until they know you better.'
'Probably,' I said.
'I have never found seducing you to be much of a challenge,' Susan said.
'I try not to be aloof,' I said.
We were silent for a moment. The air-conditioning hummed in the dim room. Outside, in the dark night, thick
