Schwarz and Reich had not spoken since entering the room; in fact they avoided looking at each other. Reich began by talking to Wasserman, so Schwarz addressed himself to the rabbi.
'Well,' he said with a grin, 'what happens now? Do you put on your robe and do we ail rise? Is Jacob the clerk of the court or is he the jury?'
The rabbi smiled. Then he hitched up his chair to indicate that he was ready to begin. 'I think you both understand what's involved here,' he said easily. 'There are no formal rules of procedure. Normally it is customary for both sides to acknowledge the jurisdiction of the court and willingness to abide by the rabbi's decision. In this case I won't insist on it, however.'
'I don't mind,' said Reich. 'I'm willing to abide by your decision.'
Not to be outdone, Schwarz said, 'I certainly don't have anything to fear. I'll go along, too.'
'Fine,' said the rabbi. 'As the aggrieved party, Mr. Schwarz, I suggest that you tell us what happened.'
'There isn't very much to tell,' said Schwarz. 'It's pretty simple. Abe, here, borrowed Myra's car, and through sheer negligence he ruined it. I'll have to pay for a whole new motor. That's it in a nutshell.'
'Very few cases are that simple,' said the rabbi. 'Can you tell me the circumstances under which he took the car? And also, just to keep the record clear, is it your car or your wife's? You refer to it as your wife's, but then you say you will have to pay for the motor.'
Schwarz smiled. 'It's my car in the sense that I paid for it. And it's her car in the sense that it's the one she normally drives. It's a Ford convertible, a 'sixty-three. The car I drive is a Buick.'
'Nineteen sixty-three?' The rabbi's eyebrows shot up. 'Then it's practically a new car. Isn't it still within the guarantee period?'
'Are you kidding, rabbi?' Schwarz snorted. 'No dealer considers himself bound if the damage is due to the owner's negligence. Becker Motors where I bought the car is as reliable as any dealer in the business, but Al Becker made me feel like a damn fool when I suggested it to him.'
'I see,' said the rabbi, and indicated that he should proceed.
'Well, there's a group of us who do things together-go on theater parties, auto trips, that sort of thing. It all started as a garden club made up of a few congenial couples who lived near each other, but some of us have moved out of the area. Still, we meet about once a month. This was a skiing party to Belknap in New Hampshire and we took two cars. The Alberts drove up with the Reichs in their sedan. I took the Ford and we had Sarah, Sarah Weinbaum, with us. She's a widow. The Weinbaums were part of the group, and since her husband died we try to include her in everything.
'We went up early Friday afternoon-it's only a three-hour ride-and were able to get some skiing in Friday before nightfall. We went out Saturday-all except Abe here. He had caught a bad cold and was sneezing and coughing. Then, Saturday night, Sarah got a call from her kids-she has two sons, one seventeen and one fifteen-to the effect that they bad been in an automobile accident. They assured her it was nothing serious, and that's how it turned out-Bobby had got a scratch, and Myron, that's the oldest boy. had to have a couple of stitches. Still, Sarah was awfully upset and wanted to go home. Well, under the circumstances I couldn't blame her. Since she had come up with us, I offered to let her take our car. But it was late and foggy out, and Myra wouldn't hear of her going alone. So then Abe here volunteered to drive her back.'
'Are you in agreement with what has been said so far, Mr. Reich?' asked the rabbi.
'Yes, that's what happened.'
'All right, proceed, Mr. Schwarz.'
'When we got home Sunday night, the car wasn't in the garage. That didn't disturb me, because obviously Abe wasn't going to leave it at our house and then walk to his. The next morning, I went off in my own car and my wife called him to make arrangements about delivering her car. And then he told her-'
'Just a minute, Mr. Schwarz. I take it that's as far as you can go with the story from your own knowledge. I mean, from here on you would be telling what your wife told you rather than what you yourself experienced.'
'I thought you said we weren't going to have any legalistic rules-'
'We're not, but since we want to get the story down first, obviously it would be better to let Mr. Reich continue. I just want the story in chronological order.'
'Oh, all right.'
'Mr. Reich.'
'It's just as Ben told it. I started out with Mrs. Weinbaum. It was foggy and dark of course, but we drove along at a good clip. Then, when we were getting home, the car slowed to a stop. Fortunately, a cruising car came along and the cop asked what the trouble was. I told him we couldn't get started, so he said he'd get us a tow. About five minutes later, a tow truck came from an outlying garage and pulled us to town. It was late then, past midnight I guess, and there was no mechanic in attendance. So I called a Cab and took Mrs. Weinbaum home. And wouldn't you know it, when we got there the house was dark and Mrs. Weinbaum had forgotten her key.'
'Then how did you get in?' asked the rabbi.
'She said she always left one of the windows unlatched and it could be reached by climbing the porch. The way I was feeling, I couldn't have made it up a steep flight of stairs, and of course she couldn't. The cabby was a young fellow but claimed he had a game leg. Maybe he did and maybe he didn't, and maybe he was afraid we were trying to get him involved in a burglary. But he did tell us that the night patrolman usually stopped for coffee and a cigarette at the milk plant about that time. By now Mrs. Weinbaum was almost frantic, so we sent the cabby after the cop, and just as they came back, who should drive up but the two boys. They'd gone to a movie in town! Well, I guess Mrs. Weinbaum was so relieved to see they were all right she didn't even bother to thank me, just swept into the house with them, leaving me to explain it to the cop.'
Schwarz, sensing an implied criticism, said, 'Sarah must have been very upset because normally she's very considerate.'
Reich made no comment, but continued, 'Well, I told the cop what had happened. He didn't say anything, just gave me that suspicious look they have. You can imagine how I felt by that time. My nose was stuffed up so I couldn't breathe, my bones ached, and I guess I was running a fever. I stayed in bed all day Sunday, and when my wife came home from Belknap, I was asleep and I didn't even hear her come in. The next morning, I still felt rotten so I decided not to go to the office. When Myra called, Betsy, my wife, answered. She woke me up and I told her what had happened and gave her the name of the garage, to give to Myra. Next thing I know, maybe ten minutes later, the phone rings again and it's Myra and she insists on talking to me. So I got out of bed and she tells me that she has just called the garage and they say that I ruined her car, that I ran it without oil and that the whole engine is junk and that she's holding me responsible, and so on and so forth. She was pretty rough over the phone, and I wasn't feeling too good, so I told her to do anything she darn pleased, and hung up on her and went back to bed.' The rabbi looked questioning^ at Schwarz. 'Well, according to my wife, he said some other things too, but I guess that's about what happened.'
The rabbi swiveled around in his chair and slid back the glass door of the bookcase behind him. He studied the books on the shelf for a moment, and then drew one out. Schwarz grinned, and catching Wasserman's eye, winked at him. Reich's mouth twitched as he suppressed a smile. The rabbi, however, was oblivious as he thumbed through the book. Every now and then, he halted at a page and skimmed through it, nodding his head. Occasionally, he massaged his forehead as if to stimulate cerebration. He looked about his desk nearsightedly and finally found a ruler, which he used to mark a place in the book. A moment later he used a paperweight to mark another. Then he drew out a second volume, and here he seemed more certain for he quickly found the passage he was looking for. Finally he pushed both volumes away and looked benignly at the two men before him.
'There are certain aspects of the case that are not entirely clear to me. I notice, for example, that you, Mr. Schwarz, speak of Sarah, whereas you, Mr. Reich, speak of Mrs. Weinbaum. Does this indicate merely a greater informality in Mr. Schwarz, or that the lady is closer to the Schwarzes than she is to the Reichs?'
'She was a member of the group. We were all friends. If any one of us had a party or an affair, they would invite her just as we did.'
The rabbi looked at Reich, who said, 'I'd say she was closer to them. We met the Weinbaums through Ben and Myra. They were particularly friendly.'
'Yes, perhaps that's so,' Schwarz admitted. 'What of it?'
'And it was in your car that she drove up to the skiing area?' asked the rabbi.
'Yes, although it just worked out that way. What are you driving at?'
