`We also know that, should you plead insanity, you would be able to make a very strong case.'
Silence.
`Therefore; we have decided to make a deal with you.'
Silence.
`If you will tell us where we can find Eric Cannon, we will do one of two things: we will so arrange our charges that
the most incompetent attorney in New York can get you off with only about three years, or-'
`Unnn!'
`-secondly, give you thirty minutes to get out of here and take your chances with the law in the future.'
'Ummmm.'
'This offer is contingent, of course, upon our actually being able to capture Cannon and his crowd where you direct us.
It is also contingent upon the New York Police not locating and arresting or killing you before we do. Not being a party
to our arrangement, they might make it impossible for us to lessen the charges.'
'Mmmm.'
He paused and looked, if possible, even more sincerely into my face.
`Where is Eric Cannon, Dr. Rhinehart?'
'Ah Eric?'
I flipped a die onto the seat between us and looked at it.
`I'm sorry, Mr. Holcome,' I said. `The Die feels I ought to think about whether I betray Eric and consult It in an hour.
It has asked me to ask you to give me until tomorrow morning?'
'I doubt you have that much time. And we may not have that much time. I will give you exactly forty minutes. After that we come to make our arrest. If you tell us then, we'll keep this place staked out until we've caught Cannon or not. You can tell us whether you want three years or thirty minutes to run. Otherwise it's four walls till doomsday.'
`I see.'
`Now if you'd like, sir, you can go back to Mr. Wipple's apartment and meditate there.'
He opened the door on his side and got out. The garage attendant materialized suddenly outside my door and looked in
at me earnestly.
`Yes. Yes, it would be messy driving tonight,' I said and lifted my heavy, burden out of the car. `I suppose we may be
seeing each other again?'
`In thirty-eight minutes. Yes.'
Mr. Holcome smiled, and his earnest eyes beamed into mine their unremitting sincerity. `Good evening, Dr. Rhinehart.'
`That's your theory,' I mumbled and walked with little enthusiasm back the way I had come.
I climbed up the ten flights of stairs with considerable less stealth and self-esteem than I had come down them. It was
getting to be a long day.
Lil was the one who came to the door to let me in.
`What happened?' she asked as we moved down the hall toward the living room.
`Red light,' I said.
`What are you going to do?'
I collapsed in total exhaustion on the couch. Jake was seated in the sand in a half-lotus position, staring into the red
glow of a fake fire in Wipple's early American fireplace and smoking lazily on a homemade cigarette. H. J. wasn't
around.
`They've got mad Lucifer really running,' I said. `Do you think, Lil, the Die intended you to remain married to a man
whom it may ask to spend the next two hundred and thirty seven years in prison?'
`Probably,' she said. `What happened?'
I began telling Lil and Jake about my conversation in the basement and all the options I suddenly found myself
confronted with. They listened attentively, Lil leaning against the boulder, Jake staring into the fire.
`If I betray Eric, it will seem,' I concluded wearily, `I don't know, as if I had betrayed someone.'
`Don't worry about it,' said Jake. `We never know what's good for us. Betrayal might be just what Eric's looking for.'
`On the other hand, two hundred and thirty-seven years in prison seems like an unduly long time.'
`The sage can fulfil himself anyplace.'
`I think I might feel confined.
'Dicedust,' Jake said. `You'd probably discover a whole new universe in prison.'
I'd like to try to escape from here, but I'm not sure there's a helicopter on the roof.'
Jake, cross-legged in the sand, staring into the red glow of the fake fire, smiled again like a child.
`Create the options, shake the dice,' he said. `I don't know why you keep talking.'
`But I like you people,' I said. `I'm not sure I'd like prison as much.'
`That's a hang-up, Luke baby,' he said. `You gotta fight it.'
'So give good odds for trying to escape,' said Lil. `Or good odds for hiring me as your lawyer. That'll keep you free.'
`I'm worried about my image,' I said. `The Father of dice living has an obligation always to shake true.'
`Dicedung,' said Jake lazily. `If you're worried about your image you're neither a Father or a child; you're just another
man.'
`But I have to help people.'
`Dicesnot. If you think you gotta help people, you're just another man.'
`But I want to help people.'
`Dicepiss,' said Jake. `If you want anything, you're just another man.'
`What's with these new obscenities?' I asked.
`Diced if I know.'
`You're being silly.'
`Not half as silly as you're being.'
He beamed into the fake fire. `Create the options. Shake the dice. All else is nonsense.'
`But I'm worried. It's me that may get two hundred and thirty-seven years.'
`Who're you?' Jake asked lazily.
There was a long pause and by now all three of us were staring into the redglow.
`Oh yeah, I keep forgetting,' I said, pulling out a green die, sitting up erect and becoming aware that I was sitting on
someone's snow. `I am
EPILOGUE
One day when Luke was being chased by two FBI men with .45's he came to a cliff and leapt off, just catching the
roof to a wild vine twenty yards below the ridge and dangling there. Looking down, he saw fifty feet below six policemen with machineguns, mace, tear gas canisters and two armored cars. Just above him he saw two mice, one white and one black, beginning to gnaw away at the vine to which he clung. Suddenly he saw just in front of
