abroad but is retained here to finance luxuries for the rich. And we subsidize the stupidity out of our wages. How did Councilman Heul take the confrontation?'
'Smoothly,' de Gier said. 'He took Kowsky over to the Society's club for a drink afterward.'
'That wasn't so clever.' The commissaris checked his watch again. 'Kowsky will write that visit up too. He'd rather be in with us or he won't get nice news. Is it in the paper yet?'
De Gier shook his head. 'I phoned Kowsky this morning. He got very drunk at the club. Tomorrow, maybe.'
'Hmm,' Grijpstra said.
'You don't trust Kowsky, Adjutant?'
'No, sir.'
'Is there anyone you trust?' de Gier asked.
Grijpstra was busy lighting a cigar. The commissaris looked at his watch again. 'You can trust me,' the commissaris said lightly. 'I'm a good guy. I'm ready to admit that now. I find myself very committed to our present cause. Too much, perhaps.'
'How so, sir?' de Gier asked.
'Well…' The commissaris hesitated. He pointed to the ceiling. 'I always fancied myself to be up there, Sergeant. Floating, you might say, free from any petty cause whatever.'
'Detached?' Grijpstra asked, looking at a photograph of the commissaris as a young uniformed police officer, riding a horse.
'I don't like that word anymore,' the commissaris said, 'and I don't like the way you say it, either, Adjutant. But you're right. So, let's see. A fine for Huip and Heul, they lose their musical instruments and electronic equipment, and they'll maybe get a few weeks suspended. The courts are still holding up. I'm glad our judges are appointed for life at maximal pay. To keep them out of temptation helps during a bad period such as we're having these days. I'm interested in Mrs. Jongs now. She saw IJsbreker's frequent partying and she connects the junkies to the disappearance of the dead man's treasure. A definite lead there.'
'Yes,' de Gier said.
'Very flimsy,' Grijpstra said. 'While the photographers were busy in her house, I asked around the neighborhood. Mrs. Jongs is known as one of the local loonies. Her pimpish husband must have beaten a lot of sense out of her. It wouldn't do to drag her into court.'
'A lead for us, I mean,' the commissaris said. 'So far, we've only thought up a connection, but now we have someone from the area who confirms that the unfortunate girl and her afflicted friends were guilty of breaking and entering before. Who is Cahcarl?'
'The fourth junkie,' Grijpstra said, 'who is not on heroin, and therefore did not die of an overdose.'
'The maker of Mouse.' The commissaris checked his watch again. 'Ha. Five more minutes. So our spastic stutterer created the rhino's head. Did you notice the similarity in technique? You have the head, Grijpstra, maybe you can bring it here sometime. Those two artworks link the suspect to his dead friends and to Mrs. Jongs. You haven't seen the artist yet?'
'The Overtoom is a long street,' de Gier said. 'We don't have a number. I wanted to go there now and make some inquiries in the stores. Cahcarl must be very noticeable. Do we arrest subject when we find him, sir?'
'No.' The commissaris put his tin of cigars on his lap and held his hand poised over it. 'No, we have to think of Halba too. I won't have the chief inspector interrogating any of our suspects in this case.'
'That boy is in danger,' Grijpstra said. 'They killed his associates. Cahcarl must know where the loot from IJsbreker's house went and who supplied the lethal heroin that paid for the theft.'
'I'd like to get to know Cahcarl,' the commissaris said. 'Bring him over here. Katrien likes to take care of the weak. She has taken care of me for forty years. Ha!' He lit a cigar, closed his eyes, and sucked smoke luxuriously. 'Ha.'
'How long will you keep this up, sir?' de Gier asked.
The commissaris smiled. 'An excellent cigar indeed. What's that, Sergeant? Oh, I see. I'll be good in the mornings and bad in the afternoons and evenings. Symbolic, don't you think? Now, I have some news for you, I've been released from my duties for the duration of an investigation that centers on my career.'
Grijpstra coughed. De Gier reached over and slapped Grijpstra's back. 'They started on you?' Grijpstra asked between coughs.
'Of course,' the commissaris said, daintily waving his cigar about. 'I never expected otherwise. Once types like Halba become powerful in the force, types like me have to go. But this present activity suits me, Adjutant. When the law is twisted, I can't do much legally.'
'Heh heh,' de Gier said. 'I've been waiting for this.'
'Easy,' Grijpstra said.
'Yes, easy, Sergeant.' The commissaris nodded. 'You aren't off the leash yet. We'll lengthen the rope but you'll still be pulled up short if you want to practice the martial arts too much.'
'Heh heh.' De Gier put his hands on his knees and smiled at Grijpstra.
'No,' Grijpstra said.
'Released from my duties,' the commissaris said. 'Isn't 'release' a lovely expression? I still have duties, of course, but I can define them myself now. My self-inflicted duty now is the destruction of the Society for Help Abroad. Adjutant? What do we do next?'
'Lean on Heul,' Grijpstra said. 'He's the weakest link in their chain. I had a good look at Heul last night. If we can get him away from Huip Fernandus, Heul might confess to having supplied the dope to the junkies. We could waive that and have him implicate young Fernandus. Fernandus is tougher, but if we break him we have the leader's only son.'
'They aren't weak enough yet,' de Gier said. 'Let's raid the club first. Illegally, of course.'
'There you go already,' Grijpstra said.
'Don't you want us to go?' de Gier asked the commissaris. 'Karate and Ketchup would like to be in on the raid. Their sergeant is bought by the Society, so they can only hunt the Society's competition. This sergeant owns a high-priced sailboat on the Vinker Lakes. That's where the motel is.'
'The motel,' the commissaris said. 'That would be the private country club where all rooms are continuously reserved for Society members? That muckraking magazine my wife cherishes mentioned the motel.'
'The motel is protected by the local police,' de Gier said. 'We can raid it later.'
'Raid,' Grijpstra grunted. 'What raid? You mean we burn the place down? Have charred bodies on our hands? Are you crazy?'
De Gier dropped his voice to a persuasive level. 'Just rob the club a little, Adjutant. Annoy the opposition. Show them they aren't as safe as they'd like to be. They can't officially complain, for the reporters would swoop down and write about their illegal activities. Two illegals cancel each other out.'
'Sir?' Grijpstra asked.
'Yes, Adjutant.' The commissaris looked over Grijpstra's head. 'I was thinking about Karate and Ketchup. Courageous little daredevils, are they not? They've been promoted to detectives, I hear. Can we trust them, do you think?'
'Grijpstra doesn't trust anybody,' de Gier said.
Grijpstra scratched his badly shaven chin. 'We could use them a little. They've been helpful so far. Pointed out that you're followed by a State Detection Corvette. Karate and Ketchup have got good eyes. Told us about Cardozo, too.'
'Cardozo?' the commissaris asked. 'Yes, de Gier mentioned that just now. Cardozo seems to be out on his own somewhere. Did you go to that address in Mad Nun's Alley?'
'Not yet, sir,' de Gier said. 'I think Cardozo wants to impress us. He'll show up in his own time.'
'We could use an inside contact in the club,' Grijpstra said.
'Oh, my,' the commissaris said. 'Oh, my.'
'You've got someone in mind, sir?'
The commissaris looked at de Gier. 'Oh, dear. Another decision. I have to consider morals again. Should I ask Katrien?'
'Beg pardon, sir?'
'Never mind,' the commissaris said. 'I'll work this out. Why don't you try and get hold of Cahcarl,
