“Yes. Yes, I do. But that isn’t where I had it.”
“Like I give a damn, Tally. Tell the man, will you? I’m not after your books.”
“Then how come your maid was clutching it when she died?” he shouted at her. “Who were you expecting to meet there? Your low-life buddy Eddy Forbes?”
“Imagine one family with this much dirty laundry, Mr. Chapman. It’s lifesaving that my brother married a washerwoman,” Minerva said. “You see, Tally couldn’t keep the book in his safe-the one in the bedroom closet- because that’s where the cow keeps her jewelry. Don’t be shocked, Ms. Cooper. Father always called Josie the cow. Suits her dead on.”
“How do you know about the safe in your brother’s bedroom closet?” Mike asked.
“Because Tally’s first wife-his
“There’s a bureau in my dressing room, Detective. I kept the book in a false drawer. Actually locked in that drawer, at the base of the bureau.”
“Locked…with a key?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still have the key?” I asked, thinking of the one I found on the floor in the stacks.
“I do. It’s at home. You can have it if you like.”
“Was the lock broken?”
“Not at all. Picked, I’d say.”
“Who knew about the drawer?”
“Well, obviously, my wife.”
Minerva crossed her arms and let out a long, low “moo.”
“I’m not sure anyone else would know.”
“The housekeeper?”
“Certainly, she cleans in there, but I can’t imagine she’d be involved. She’s been with me for twenty years, Mr. Chapman.”
“Anyone else?” Mike asked. “Workmen, guys doing construction or repairs, people in the building?”
“It’s a Park Avenue building. Quite secure. And no one was doing any work for us inside the apartment.”
“Who was helping you in the library?” Minerva asked, rearranging the French tulips in a vase near the sofa. “You’ve always had someone to watch out for the books. Who now, Tally?”
“The same curator I’ve had for years. He’ll be happy to talk with you. He’s only there one day a week.”
Minerva Hunt snapped the stem off one of the flowers and focused her attention on her brother. “That’s not what I mean, Tally. Who’s your book doctor these days, hmmm? Who’s been doing your preservation assessments? Mending your tears? Checking your clamshell boxes?”
Talbot Hunt was trying to ignore Minerva, but she was like a steam engine picking up speed.
“Now I see it,” she said. “Tell the nice detectives what they ought to know.”
“It has nothing to do with this.”
“Tina Barr was working for my father, Mr. Chapman. She was treated well here, as you might guess. Then all of a sudden she quit. Quite abruptly.”
“And started working for Alger Herrick,” Talbot said.
“Only part-time,” I said. That’s what Herrick had told us.
“You hired her away from Father, didn’t you? You knew Tina had all the information about his collection that you weren’t able to get from him yourself. How far in did you let her, Tally?”
His face was red and he looked like he was ready to spit at his sister.
“She wanted the extra work. She didn’t enjoy it here. This is more like a mausoleum than a library. I was doing her a favor, Minerva. Can you understand that?”
“How far did you go, Tally? That’s all I asked.”
“It’s not what you think,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“You were sleeping with her, weren’t you?”
“Stop it!” he shouted at Minerva. “Don’t be such a fool.”
“A fool to figure it out, or to say it in front of the detectives?”
I’d only seen Tina Barr in the immediate aftermath of her first victimization. It was hard to think of the distraught young woman as anyone’s paramour.
Talbot Hunt started toward the foyer.
“Didn’t figure she was your type, Mr. Hunt,” Mike said, following him. “So what kind of favor did you do for her? How long did your affair go on?”
Hunt stopped long enough to say, “Hardly an affair, Detective. Tina came on to me, that’s all it was. She was lonely-and, well…things happened.”
“I get lonely myself, Mr. Hunt. Doesn’t mean I crawl into bed with the first weasel that comes along,” Mike said. “What kind of things? Did you and she have a sexual relationship?”
He looked past Mike at Minerva, his teeth clenched.
“I won’t tell Josie,” Minerva said. “You must understand, Mr. Chapman, he’s terrified of his wife. He’s already given her far too much stake in Hunt properties, and she dangles that over his head like a sword.”
“Did you sleep with Tina Barr in the bedroom of your apartment?” Mercer asked. “Where you kept the book?”
Hunt took too long to think. The answer must have been yes.
“But where was your wife?” Mike asked.
“One of the cats must have his tongue, Detective. Josie spends most of her weekends in Millbrook. Tally’s to the manor born, of course. And she’s to the barn born-but to the manor well-adjusted. Loves living the grand country life there.”
Mercer stepped closer to Talbot Hunt, pressing Mike’s arm to encourage him to move away. “We need to have this information, sir. Did Tina Barr know about the psalm book?”
“Of course she did. She’s a-she was a very accomplished conservator. It interested her as much as anyone else in our world.”
“Were you intimate with her?”
They were face-to-face, ten steps away from Minerva and me, in the darkened foyer.
“Yes, Mr. Wallace, I was.”
“We’re going to need to know when that relationship started and when it ended.”
“I told you that it wasn’t a relationship. I’ll try to give you any specifics I remember.”
“Did she spend time in the bedroom of your apartment?”
“Yes, Mr. Wallace. Are you through humiliating me? Yes, she did.”
“Did she have a key to your apartment?”
“Of course. She was doing work there for me. I trusted her with my entire collection. Why wouldn’t I give her a key?”
Mercer’s voice seemed to get lower with every question he asked. “Did she know where the drawer was, the one in which you locked the book when you left town?”
Talbot Hunt paused for several seconds. “I-I guess she might have. It’s possible she saw me fetch it from the bureau after a weekend away.”
Minerva turned away, reached for a small silver bell on one of the tables, and rang it. “I think I need a drink.”
“My sister, the virgin queen. Hard to take criticism on this subject from you.”
Mercer tried to keep Talbot focused on Tina Barr. “After you realized the book was missing, did you talk about it with Tina?”
No wonder he hadn’t called the police. He’d first have to explain the probable suspect to his wife.
“I’m really not sure. I must have mentioned it to her.”
Minerva was more incredulous than I was. She didn’t let the appearance of the butler interfere with her response. He stood silently and waited for her order. “How could you not have known, Tally? I don’t even spend time at the library, but I know that she’d lost their trust, too.”
