the town. Instead, he told himself that he liked to be in the middle of things and know what was going on, and that it was his duty since he could do the job better than any of the other candidates.
Running the town wasn't just a matter of dealing with questions as they came up, he always said; by that time it was too late. Rather, it involved a crisis in the making and forestalling it. Such was the situation right now with respect to Rabbi Small and the Temple Murder, as the newspapers had labeled the case. It wasn't anything he cared to discuss at the regular meeting of the Board. Even the five members were too many when all he needed was a majority of three to railroad anything they decided through an official meeting with a minimum of discussion.
He had called Heber Nute and George Collins, the two older members of the Board, and next to himself the oldest in length of service. They were sitting now in his living room sipping at the iced tea and munching at the gingerbread cookies that Martha Macomber had brought in on a tray. They discussed the weather, the state of business, and the national political situation. Now Carl Macomber spoke up.
'I called you together about this business of the temple down in the Chilton area. It's got me worried. I was in the Ship's Cabin the other night and heard some talk down there that I didn't like. I was sitting in one of the booths, so I wasn't seen, but there were the usual loafers that you find around there, nursing a beer and talking to hear themselves, mostly. They were saying that this rabbi must have done it, and that nothing was being done because the police were being paid off by the Jews; that Hugh Lanigan and the rabbi were great friends and werc always at each other's houses.'
'Was it Buzz Applebury who was doing most of the talking?' asked George Collins, an expansive, smiling man. 'I had him out to the house a couple of days ago to give me a figure on painting the trim and he was talking that way. Of course, I laughed at him and called him a damn fool.'
'It was Buzz Applebury,' admitted Macomber, 'but there were three or four others there and they seemed to be in pretty general agreement.'
'Is that what's troubling you, Carl?' asked Heber Nute. He was a fidgety, irascible man who always appeared to be angry about something. The skin on his bald head seemed stretched tight and a large vein quivered with his annoyance. 'Goddam, you can't pay any attention to that kind of character.' He sounded indignant that he should have been called to discuss so unimportant a matter.
'You're wrong, Heber, this wasn't just one crank like Applebury. The others seemed to think it was reasonable. This kind of talk has been going around, and it can be dangerous.'
'I don't see that you can do very much about it, Carl,' observed Collins judiciously, 'short of just telling him he's a damn fool the way I did.'
'Doesn't seem to have done any good,' observed Nute sourly. 'Something else is bothering you, Carl. You're not one to get worked up by the likes of Applebury. What is it?'
'It's not just Applebury. I've had remarks passed by other people, customers in my store. I don't like it. I've heard it all along, ever since the case broke. It quieted down a little when they picked up Bronstein but it's got worse ever since he's been released. The general tone is that if it isn't Bronstein, then it has to be the rabbi, and that the case against him is not being prosecuted because he and Hugh Lanigan are friends.'
'Hugh is all cop,' asserted Nute. 'He'd arrest his own son if he were guilty.'
'Wasn't it the rabbi who got Bronstein off?' asked Collins.
'That's right, but people don't know that.'
'Well, as soon as they find the real killer, it'll all quiet down,' said Collins.
'How do you know it won't be the rabbi?' demanded Nute.
'For that matter, how do we know they'll find the killer?' asked Macomber. 'An awful lot of cases of this type don't ever get solved. And in the meantime, a lot of damage can be done.'
'What kind of damage?' asked Collins.
'A lot of nastiness can be stirred up. Jews tend to be sensitive and edgy, and this is their rabbi.'
'That's just too damn bad,' said Nute, 'but I don't see that we have to use kid gloves just because they're sensitive.'
'There are over three hundred Jewish families in Barnard's Crossing,' said Macomber. 'Since most of them live in the Chilton area, you can figure present market value on their houses at around twenty thousand dollars apiece. Many didn't pay that, but that's what they're worth in today's market on average. Our assessments run fifty percent of market evaluation. That's three hundred times ten thousand, which is three million dollars. Taxes on three million dollars is a lot of taxes.'
'Well, if the Jews should move out, then Christians would move in,' said Nute. 'That wouldn't bother me.'
'You don't cotton to Jews, do you, Heber?' asked Macomber.
'No, I can't say that I do.'
'How about Catholics and colored people?'
'Can't say as I'm overpartial to them either.'
'How about Yankees?' asked Collins with a grin.
'He don't care for them either,' said Macomber, also grinning. 'That's because he's one himself. We Yankees don't like anybody, including each other, but we tolerate everybody.'
Even Heber chuckled.
'Well,' Macomber went on, 'that's why I asked you to come tonight. I was thinking about Barnard's Crossing and what a change there's been in the last fifteen or twenty years. Our schools today are as good as any in the state. We've got a library that's supposed to be one of the best in towns of this size. We've built a new hospital. We've built miles of sewers and paved miles of streets. It's not only a bigger town than it was fifteen years ago-it's a better town. And it was these Chilton people that did it-Jews
'What brought them,' said Nute flatly, 'is being hatf an hour from Boston and near the ocean for the summer.'
'There are other towns that are on the ocean, and none of them have done half the things we've done and every one has a higher tax rate,' said Macomber quietly. 'No, it's something else, maybe the spirit that Jean Pierre Bernard, that old reprobate, brought with him and left for us. When they were hunting witches in Salem, several of them came here and we hid them out. We've never had a witch-hunt here and I don't want one now.'
'Something has happened,' said Collins, 'something definite that's bothering you, and I don't think it's Buzz Applebury shooting off his mouth, or remarks by your customers either. I never knew you to take any sass from customers. Now what is it, Carl?'
Macomber nodded. 'There've been telephone calls, crank calls, sometimes late at night. Becker who has the Lincoln-Ford agency was in to see me about making a bid on the new police cruising car. That's what he said he came for, but during the conversation he managed to mention that the president of their temple, Wasserman, and Abe Casson-you know him-they've been getting calls. I spoke to Hugh about it and he said he hadn't heard, but he wouldn't be a bit surprised if the rabbi wasn't getting a lot of them too.'
'There's nothing we can do about that, Carl,' said Nute.
'I'm not so sure. If we could give everybody in town the idea that we, the Selectmen, were dead set against this kind of thing, it might help. And since most of it seems to be centered on the rabbi-although if you ask me he's just a handy excuse so Buzz Applebury can make himself a big shot-I was thinking we might use this nonsense the Chamber of Commerce instituted two or three years back, the business of blessing the fleet at the beginning of Race Week, to show we don't approve of what's going on. Now Monsignor O'Brien did it one year and Dr. Skinner did it one year-'
'Pastor Mueller did it last year,' said Collins.
'All right, that's two Protestants and one Catholic. Suppose we announce that Rabbi Small is going to do it this year.'
'Dammit, Carl, you can't do that. The Jews don't even have a boat club. The Argonauts have a lot of Catholic members and that's why they asked Monsignor O'Brien. As for the Northern and the Atlantic, they don't have any Catholic members, much less Jews. They wouldn't stand for it. They even kicked about having the
