“That’s the way they work.”
“So I don’t owe the IRS anything?”
“I didn’t say that. How much did you make last year?”
Herbie shrugged. “A hundred and a half, maybe.”
Stone was surprised. “From what source?”
“Some from the ponies, some from poker.”
“But you had to pay your bookie and your loan shark a bunch of money, didn’t you?”
“That was how much I lost,” Herbie said. “A hundred and a half was how much I won.”
“Well, if you combine those numbers, you ended up with a loss.”
“I did?”
“Your accountant will explain it to you. He will also explain how, if you’re going to earn your living as a gambler, you’d better keep some records.”
“But if I do that, the IRS will tax me.”
“If you had kept records for the last year, you’d have a very large deduction to take, and you wouldn’t owe any taxes.”
“Oh.”
“Please, talk to your accountant.”
“I don’t have one.”
“You need one desperately,” Stone said, digging a card out of his desk. “Call this guy; he’s first-rate.”
“Can’t you be my accountant?”
“Certainly not. I’m your lawyer; I have little financial expertise. That guy can tell you how to hang on to your money and to live on the income from it.”
“Okay, I’ll call him. By the way, I want the apartment in Sheila’s and my names.”
“Too late,” Stone said. “All the documents are in your name; it would take a long time to change them, and you couldn’t move into the apartment today.”
“Oh, we moved in last week,” Herbie said.
“How did you do that?”
“I swiped a key from the real estate lady.”
“Herbie, we close today, with the apartment in your name.”
“But I told Sheila…”
“You tell Sheila to call me for an appointment. I’ll sort it out.”
Joan buzzed. “The seller and his attorney and the real estate agent are here.”
“Send them in,” Stone said, moving to the conference table. “Herbie, say nothing during these proceedings. All you do is sign your name where I point, and keep your mouth shut.”
Somewhat to Stone’s astonishment, Herbie did just that, and in a little over half an hour everything was signed and the transaction completed. The seller’s team left.
Stone handed Herbie two sets of keys. “Here are the keys you’re supposed to have. You can move in now.”
Herbie pocketed the keys and shook Stone’s hand. “Thanks, Stone, you’ve been great.”
“See that accountant, Herbie, or soon you won’t have any money left.”
“I’ll call him tomorrow,” Herbie promised and then ran out of the office.
Joan came in. “How’d it go?”
“Very smoothly,” Stone replied. “Good job on the document package.”
“It’s what I do,” she said.
“Among many other things. Felicity was very impressed with how quickly you put together the dinner party for tomorrow night.”
“It was easy, once each guest knew who the other guests would be.”
“Oh, you’d better hire a waiter and somebody to help Helene in the kitchen.”
“I have already done so.”
“I suppose you’ve planned the menu, too.”
“Hot hors d’oeuvres, then crab soup to start, followed by beef Wellington, pommes soufflees and haricots verts. Creme brulee for dessert. You can pick the wines.”
“Thank you very much, and give yourself a ten percent raise.”
“Oh, good!” she squealed and gave him a big hug.
Stone reflected that if she quit, he’d have to shoot himself.
33
Stone went into the dining room to check the table setting and to distribute the place cards. The hired waiter came into the room, and Stone took him to the chair where Hackett would be sitting. “Is Bob Cantor here yet?” Cantor was coming to handle the fingerprinting.
“Ten minutes ago,” the waiter replied.
Stone picked up the three wineglasses at Hackett’s place and polished them with his linen handkerchief. “Now these three glasses are free of fingerprints,” he said. “When you clear away each course, take the empty wineglass into the kitchen, holding it by the stem, not touching the bowl, and give it to Bob, understand?”
“Got it,” the waiter said.
BILL EGGERS AND his wife arrived exactly on time for dinner, which meant ten minutes before anyone else. The waiter served them drinks.
“I wanted to tell you, before the others arrive, that Jim Hackett met with our intellectual property people this afternoon, and they pleased him. He’s on board with Strategic Services, and he’s said that if we do a good job, he’ll give us more business.”
“I’m delighted to hear it,” Stone said.
“You’ll find your rainmaking reflected in your bonus.”
“I’m delighted to hear that, too.”
“Jim has also said that he’d like you to take on some projects for him.”
“I’m glad to do that as long as you’re on board with it.”
“I am.”
“Did he say what sorts of things he’d like me to do?”
“No. In fact he specified that, while nothing he assigns you will be a conflict of interest with Woodman and Weld, the details of your assignments would remain strictly between you and him. I’ll rely on you to avoid conflicts.”
“I will do so.”
Felicity came downstairs and was reintroduced to the Eggerses, then the doorbell rang, and the former commissioner and his wife, Mitzi, walked in. It was the first time Stone had seen them since the wedding. Stone shook the commissioner’s hand, and Mitzi offered him a cheek while Felicity observed, then was introduced.
Jim Hackett was the last to arrive, with a beautiful woman called Vanessa, to whom, Stone surmised, Hackett was not married. They settled in for cocktails, while the waiter brought hot hors d’oeuvres.
“Stone,” Hackett said, “I expect Bill has told you I met with his people this afternoon.”
“Yes, he has.”
“I was pleased with what I heard, and I thank you for arranging it,” Hackett said. “Dame Felicity, it’s good to see you again after so much time has passed.”
“I’m pleased to see you, Mr. Hackett,” Felicity replied.
“It’s just plain Jim, please.”
“And it’s just plain Felicity.” Her gaze seemed to be boring into Hackett. “We met at a dinner party in London some years ago, as I recall.”
“That’s correct.”
