'What was underwater, Nancy?'
'Red, something red… Maybe it's Missy's mitten… I must get it… Water so cold… I can't reach it… It's not a mitten… It's cold, cold
'What did you do?'
'Children aren't here… Get out… get out of water… so cold… the beach… I fell on the beach… He was there… in the woods… watching me… I saw him there… watching me…'
Jed Coffin stood up. Ray jumped forward convulsively. Lendon held up a warning hand. 'Who was there, Nancy?' he asked. 'Tell us who was there.'
'A man… I know him… It was… it was… Rob Legler… Rob Legler was there… He was hiding… looking at me.' Her voice rose, fell; her eyelids fluttered open, then closed again slowly. Ray paled. Dorothy inhaled sharply. So the two cases were linked.
'The amytal's about worn off. She'll be coming to soon.' Lendon stood up, grimacing against the cramped sensation in his knees and thighs.
'Doctor, may I speak with you and Jonathan outside?' Jed's voice was non-committal.
'Stay with her, Ray,' Lendon cautioned. 'She'll probably wake up any minute.'
In the dining-room, Jed faced Lendon and Jonathan.
'Doctor, how long is this to go on?' Jed's face was impenetrable.
'I don't think we should attempt to question Nancy any further.'
'What have we gotten from all this other than the fact that she was afraid of her husband; that she obviously did not love him and that Rob Legler may have been at the lake this morning?'
Lendon stared. 'Good God, didn't you hear what that girl was saying? Don't you know what you were listening to?'
'I only know that I haven't heard one thing that will help me discharge my responsibility to find the Eldredge children. I heard Nancy Eldredge blaming herself for her mother's death, which is natural in a case where a visit to a child in school results in a parent's death. Her reactions to her first husband sound pretty hysterical. She's trying to blame him for the fact that she wanted out of their marriage.'
'What impression did you get of Carl Harmon?' Lendon asked quietly.
'One of those possessive guys who marries a younger girl and wants the upper hand. Hell, he isn't any different than half the men on the Cape. I can cite you examples of guys who won't let their wives handle a dime except for food money. I know one who won't let his wife drive the family car. Another never lets his wife go out at night by herself. This kind of thing is common all over the world. Maybe that's why that Women's Lib bunch have something to beef about.'
'Chief, do you know what pedophilia is?' Lendon asked quietly.
Jonathan nodded. 'That's what I've been thinking,' he said.
Lendon didn't give Jed time to answer. 'In laymen's terms, it's a sexual deviation involving sexual activity of any type with a child who has not yet reached puberty.'
'How does that fit in here?'
'It doesn't… not completely. Nancy was eighteen when she married. But in appearance she could look quite childish. Chief, is there any way you can run a check on Carl Harmon's background?'
Jed Coffin looked incredulous. When he answered, his voice was trembling with repressed fury. He pointed to the sleet that was beating a steady, sharp staccato against the window. 'Doctor,' he said, 'do you see and hear that? Somewhere out there two kids are either wandering around freezing or they're in the hands of God knows what kind of kook and maybe they're dead. But it's my job to find them and find them now. We have one distinct lead to all this. That is that both Nancy Eldredge and a gasoline attendant have placed Rob Legler, a pretty unsavoury character, in the immediate vicinity. That's the kind of information I can do something about.' His voice bit off the words scornfully. 'And you're asking me to waste my time running a check on a dead man to prove some cockeyed theory.'
The telephone rang. Bernie Mills, who'd been standing unobtrusively in the room, hurried to answer it. Now they were talking about running a check on Nancy 's first husband. Wait till he told this to Jean. He picked up the phone quickly. It was the station house. 'Put the Chief on.' Sergeant Poler at the desk spat the words.
Lendon and Jonathan watched while Chief Coffin listened, then asked quick, short questions. 'How long ago? Where?'
The men looked at each other silently. Lendon realized he was praying – an inarticulate, fervent prayer that the message was not bad news about the children.
Jed slapped the receiver back into the cradle and turned to them. 'Rob Legler checked into the Adams Port Motel right here in town around ten-thirty this morning. A car we believe he stole has just been smashed up on Route 6A, but he got away. He's probably heading for the mainland. We've got an all-out search for him and I'm going over to direct it. I'll leave Officer Mills here. We'll get that Legler bird, and when we do, I think we'll really have the answer to what happened to those kids.'
After the door had closed behind the Chief, Jonathan spoke to Lendon. 'What do you make of this so far?' he asked.
Lendon waited a long minute before answering. / am too close to this, he thought. / see Priscilla at that phone calling me. Carl Harmon left the table after her. Where did he go? Did he overhear what Priscilla said to me? Nancy said her dress was smeared with grease. Hadn't she been saying in effect that she believed Carl's hand must have been smeared and when he put his hand on her shoulder, her dress got dirty? Hadn't she been trying to say that she believed Carl Harmon might have done something to Priscilla's car? Lendon saw a violent pattern forming. But what purpose would this knowledge serve with Carl Harmon in his grave?
Jonathan said, 'If your mind is running in the same direction as mine, going back to the disappearance of the Harmon children won't help us. You're thinking of the father.'
'Yes,' Lendon said.
'And since he is dead, we turn to Rob Legler, the man sent into the home by Carl Harmon and the one witness whose testimony convicted Nancy. How accurate is her statement about this morning under the amytal?'
Lendon shook his head. 'I can't be sure. It's been known that even under sedation some patients can resist and suppress. But I believe that she saw – or believes she saw – Rob Legler at Maushop Lake.'
Jonathan said, 'And at ten-thirty this morning he checked into a motel alone.'
Lendon nodded.
Without speaking again, the two men turned and looked out of the window in the direction of the lake.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The five-o'clock television news gave little coverage to the Mid-Eastern crisis, spiralling inflation, the automobile workers' threatened strike or the dismal standing of the New England Patriots. Most of the half-hour broadcast was devoted to the disappearance of the Eldredge children and old film clips from the sensational Harmon murder case.
The pictures that had appeared in the Cape Cod Community News were reproduced. Special attention was focused on the one of Rob Legler leaving the San Francisco courthouse with Professor Carl Harmon after Nancy Harmon's conviction for the wilful murder of her children.
The commentator's voice was especially urgent when that picture was shown. 'Rob Legler has been positively identified as being in the vicinity of the Eldredge home this morning. If you believe you have seen this man, please call this special number at once: KL five, three eight hundred. The lives of the Eldredge children may be at stake. If you believe you have any information which may lead to the person or persons responsible for the children's disappearance, we urge you to call this number: KL five, three eight hundred. Let me repeat it again: KL five, three eight hundred.'
The Wigginses had closed their store when the power failed and were home in time to catch the broadcast on their battery-operated television set.
'That fellow looks kind of familiar,' Mrs Wiggins said.
'You'd say that anyhow,' her husband snorted.
