“Directly after we spoke. They hadn’t heard of you. No one in the building had. And certainly they had no office space being rented to anyone named Merlin. So, who are you, Mr. Merlin?”
“I am who I am,” he said. “This is most unusual.”
“Yes,” Ricky said briskly. “Most unusual.”
“And a bit confusing. Why did you go to my new office space after we’d spoken? What was the purpose of that visit, Doctor Starks?” The train picked up some speed as Merlin talked, lurching slightly so that the two men rubbed shoulders together in an uncomfortable intimacy.
“Because I didn’t believe you were who you said you were, nor did I believe anything else you said. A suspicion I shortly discovered to be true, because when I arrived at the location printed on your business card…”
“I gave you a card?” Merlin shook his head, and broke into a small smile. “On moving day? That explains much.”
“Yes,” Ricky said with irritation. “You did. I’m sure you recollect that…”
“It was a difficult day. Disorienting. What is it they say? Death, divorce, and moving are the three most stressful events for your heart. And your psyche, too, I’ll wager.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“Well, the first batch of business cards I ordered from the printer came back with the wrong address embossed on them. The new offices are a single block over. The fellow in the shop got one digit wrong and I’m afraid we didn’t notice right away. I must have handed out a dozen or so before recognizing the error. These things happen. I understand the poor guy got fired from his job, because the printing company had to eat the entire order and do up new cards.” Merlin reached into his jacket and removed a small leather card case. “Here,” he said. “This one is right.” He handed it to Ricky, who stared at it dully, then made a sweeping gesture of refusal.
“I don’t believe you,” Ricky said. “I’m not going to believe anything you say. Not now, not ever. You were also there, outside my apartment, with the message in the
“Outside your apartment? How strange. When was this?”
“At five in the morning.”
“Remarkable. How can you be so certain it was me?”
“The deliveryman described your shoes perfectly. And the rest of you adequately.”
Merlin again shook his head. He smiled, with a catlike quality that Ricky remembered from their first meeting. It was the sensation that the attorney was confident in his ability to remain just slippery enough so that he couldn’t be pinned down. An important capability for any lawyer. “Well, I suppose I like to think that my dress and my appearance are unique, Doctor Starks, but I imagine the truth is a little bit more mundane. My shoes, nice as they might be, are available at dozens of shoe stores and not all that uncommon in midtown Manhattan. My suits are off-the-rack blue pinstriped standard business in the city fare. Nice, but still available to you or anyone else with five hundred bucks in their pocket. Perhaps in the near future, I will join the custom- tailored crew. I have aspirations in that direction. But, at least for now, I’m still in the fourth floor, men’s wear segment of our populace. Was this deliveryman able to describe my face? How about the thinning hair, alas? No? I can tell from your look what the answer is. So, I would have my doubts about any identification you think someone made standing up under any professionally intense scrutiny. Certainly an identification that has persuaded you so completely. I think this is more a byproduct of your profession, doctor. You take what people tell you and value it too highly. You see words spoken as a means of getting to truths. I see them as methods of obscuring truths.”
The attorney eyed Ricky with a half grin. Then he added, “You seem under pressure, doctor.”
“You would know about that, Mr. Merlin. Because it is either you or your employer who has created this.”
“I am employed by a young woman that you took advantage of, as I’ve said before, doctor. Really, that is what has brought me into contact with you.”
“Sure. You know what, Mr. Merlin?” Ricky said with the first harsh tones of anger sliding into his voice. “You know what? Go find another seat. That seat is being used. By me. I don’t want to speak with you anymore. I dislike being lied to as much as you do, and I won’t listen to any more. There are plenty of seats on this train…” Ricky gestured wildly at the nearly empty car, “… take one of those and leave me alone. Or at least stop lying to me.”
Merlin did not budge.
“That would not be wise,” he said slowly.
“Perhaps I’m tired of behaving wisely,” Ricky said. “Maybe I should behave rashly. Now leave me alone.” He didn’t expect the attorney would act upon this demand.
“Is that how you’ve behaved?” Merlin asked. “Wisely? Have you contacted an attorney as I recommended? Have you taken steps to protect yourself and your possessions from lawsuit and embarrassment? Have you been rational and intelligent about your choices?”
“I’ve taken steps,” Ricky answered. He wasn’t certain that this was accurate.
The attorney obviously didn’t believe him. He smiled. “Well, I’m delighted to hear that. Perhaps we can discuss a settlement, then. You, your attorney, and I?”
Ricky lowered his voice. “You know what the settlement demand is, don’t you, Mr. Merlin, or whatever your real name is. So, please, can we dispense with the charade you persist in employing, and get to the reason you are on this train and sitting beside me?”
“Ah, Doctor Starks. I detect some desperation in your voice, as well.”
“Well, Mr. Merlin, just how much time do you think I have remaining?”
“Time, Doctor Starks? Time? Why all the time you need…”
“Indulge me, Mr. Merlin, by either moving or quit lying. You know what I’m saying.”
Merlin eyed Ricky closely, the same Cheshire cat grin playing around the corners of his mouth. But despite the self-satisfied smile, some pretense dropped alongside it. “Well, doctor, ticktock, ticktock. The answer to your last question is this: I would think you have less than a week remaining.”
Ricky breathed in sharply. “There’s a truthful statement. Finally. Now, who are you?”
“Not important. Just another bit player. Someone hired to do a job. And certainly not the person you might hope I am.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I told you: encouragement.”
“All right, then,” Ricky said firmly. “Encourage me.”
Merlin seemed to think for a moment, then answered, “There is a line from the opening of Dr. Spock’s
“I never had occasion to read that book,” Ricky said bitterly.
“The line is: ‘You know more than you think you do. ’”
Ricky paused, considering, before replying sarcastically: “Great. Dandy. I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
“It would be worth your while.”
Ricky did not reply to this. Instead, he said, “Deliver your message, why don’t you. That’s what you are, after all, right? A message boy. So get on with it. What is it that you want to get through to me?”
“Urgency, doctor. Pace. Speed.”
“How so?”
“Pick ’em up,” Merlin said, grinning, slipping into an unfamiliar vernacular. “You need to ask your second question in tomorrow’s paper. You’ve got to get a move on, doctor. Time is being if not exactly wasted, at least flitting past.”
“I haven’t figured out my second question yet,” Ricky said.
The lawyer made a slight face, as if he was uncomfortable in his seat, or felt the twinge
