climbed through, landing in a mass of garden hose, edged around some kind of long broad car, and went through a doorway and up a half-flight of stairs to a kitchen.
There was light now, filtering from another part of the house. Moving toward it, they left the kitchen through an arched doorway, turned right down a short hall, and went up another half-flight of stairs. There was another short hall up here, with light spilling from a doorway on the right.
It was a bedroom, done in colonial, with a canopy bed. Webb was standing by the foot of the bed, revolver in his hand. Sitting on the floor was a balding man of about forty-five, dressed in pajamas. There was a gash on the side of his head, bleeding slightly. He’d touched it at one point, and now there was blood on his fingertips. He looked frightened, and calculating.
When Parker and Devers came into the room, Webb said, ”Nobody else here. Empty kid’s room across the way.”
Parker said to the man on the floor, “Where’s your family?”
“I’m remarried. My children live with my ex-wife.”
“Where’s your new wife?”
“Visiting her brother. I didn’t want her around during—” He gestured vaguely.
Webb nodded and said, “Didn’t want to have to tell her where he was going at two o’clock in the morning.”
Parker said, “You’re Godden?”
The man nodded wearily. “Of course.”
“Ellen Fusco told you the caper.”
“Yes. And I tried to steal the money away from you.” He looked up, squinting. “I almost made it, too,” he said. “Except Roger went crazy.”
“Roger who?”
“Roger St Cloud. A local boy.”
“Like Ralph?”
“Is he really still alive?”
“He was when we were there. Maybe he isn’t now. Were they both patients of yours?”
“Yes. I didn’t have anything to do with killing your friends.”
Parker said, “It was all Roger.”
“He swore one of them reached for a gun. The tall thin one. He was guarding them while Ralph and I put the money cases in the car.” Godden shook his head, frowning. “I don’t know how he could have been reaching for a gun,” he said. “We’d already searched them all, we had their guns.”
Parker said, “What happened at the office?”
“We’d been arguing. I said he didn’t have to shoot all three of them, even if one did reach for a gun. We got to the office, and split up the money. We had suitcases there, we’d already each brought a suitcase and left it in the office. Everything was fine, and then Roger started up again, about how he’d been given the dangerous job, how I’d known those were dangerous men and they’d try something and he’d have to kill them. Blaming me, you see. And then deciding what I meant to do was turn him over to the police for murder, and then Ralph and I would split his share between us. It was all very obvious, justifying what he meant to do by blaming us in advance.”
Devers said, “Cut out the shoptalk, Doc. What happened?”
“Yes,” Godden said, and nodded wearily. “Ralph said something. I don’t know, something innocuous, Ralph was never anything but innocuous. Something about how Roger didn’t really mean all that. And Roger didn’t say a word. He just went over to the sofa and picked up the rifle and shot Ralph. Ralph came staggering back by the desk, still on his feet, and Roger shot him again. That’s how I got away. Without the money.”
Godden seemed done. Parker prodded him, saying, “What next!”
“I got the car and drove home. I didn’t think Roger would be able to find out where I lived, at least not tonight. I didn’t know if anyone had heard the shots, so I came home and put the car away and got ready for bed. In case the police showed up, you know, to say there was somebody dead in my office. So I wouldn’t know anything about it. But I couldn’t sleep, I kept prowling around in the dark in here, and then I heard you people at the back door. I thought it was Roger.”
Parker said, “You soured a very sweet operation tonight, Doctor.”
Godden peered up at him again. “You’re Parker, aren’t you?” he said. “Ellen described you very well.”
“Time for you to describe your boy Roger,” Parker said. “I want to know what he looks like, where he lives, and what he’s going to do next.”
“How should I know what he’s going to do next?”
“You’re his analyst. Analyze him.”
Godden managed a nervous smile. “It’s not that simple,” he said.
Parker turned to Webb. “You two look the place over. In case this bird got the boodle after all.”
”I really didn’t.”
As Webb and Devers left the room, Parker sat down on the edge of the bed. “Roger St Cloud,” he said. “Tell me about him.”
Godden licked his lips, touched again the still-oozing wound in his forehead. He sighed. “Roger’s twenty-two, about six feet tall, very thin. Acne on his face, very bad. His father’s a banker in town.”
