'You mustn't stay locked up in here,' he said earnestly.
'You must try to get out into the world.'
She stared at him, and her eyes slowly filled, tears began to drip down her fleshy cheeks. He was distressed, thinking he had insulted her. But … 'Thank you,' she said in a choky voice.
'It's kind of you to be concerned.
To show an interest. Most people laugh at me. Doctor Simon never did.
That's why I loved him so much. I know I am not living a normal life, but with Doctor Simon's help I was trying to come out of it. Now, with him gone, I don't know what I'm going to do.'
Then she told Detective Estrella about her childhood rape and her aversion to bearded men-things he already knew.
She said her life was a sad tangle, and she was close to giving up hope of 'ever getting my head together.'
Estrella told her how important it was to think positively, and then told her of his wife's terminal illness and how courageously she was dealing with that.
'Your mental attitude,' he said, 'is even more important than the way you look. But I think in your case, those things are connected. And if you start by improving your appearance, your state of mind will improve too, and the way you live.' She brought them little glasses of dry sherry, and they began to converse in an animated fashion, discovering they had a common interest in astrology, lecithin, numerology, and UFOS.
He asked if he might smoke a pipe, and she said yes, she had always admired men who smoked pipes.
After a while, Estrella was enjoying their conversation so much-he hadn't had a long talk with a woman in months; his visits to Meg were severely limited-that he felt guilty because he had forgotten the reason he was there.
'I hope, Miss Otherton-2' he started, but she interrupted.
'Sylvia,' she said.
'Sylvia,' he repeated.
'That's a lovely name. It means 'forest maiden.'
Did you know that? My first name is Brian, which means 'strong and powerful,' and you can see how silly that is! But what I was going to say, Sylvia, is that I hope if you can think of anything you feel might help us find Doctor Ellerbee's killer, you'll give me a call. I'll leave you my card. She stared at him a long moment.
'I know how to find out who did it,' she said intensely.
He felt a surge of excitement.
'How?' he said hoarsely.
She rose, went into the bedroom, came back carrying a Ouija board and planchette.
'Do you believe?' she asked him.
'It can't do any harm,' he said, shrugging.
'You must believe,' she said, 'if the spiritualistic messages are to come through.'
'I believe,' he said hastily.
'I really do.'
She put the board on the round cocktail table, and they pulled their armchairs close, leaning forward. She put her fingertips lightly on the planchette and closed her eyes.
'Now ask the question,' she said in a hollow voice.
'Who killed Doctor Ellerbee?' Detective Estrella said.
'No, no,' she said.
'The questions must be directed to those who have passed over.'
'Doctor Ellerbee,' Estrella said, happy that Edward X. Delaney wasn't there to see what he was doing, 'who killed you?'
They waited in silence. The planchette did not move.
'Who crushed your skull, Doctor Ellerbee?' the detective asked in a quiet voice.
He watched, fascinated, as the planchette under Sylvia Mae Otherton's fingertips began to move slowly. Not smoothly, but in little jerks. It took a long time, but the pointer moved from letter to letter and spelled out B-L-I- N-D: blind.
Then it stopped.
Otherton opened her eyes.
'What did it say?' she asked eagerly.
'Blind,' Estrella said.
'It spelled out 'blind.'' 'What do you suppose that means?'
'I don't know.'
'it couldn't have been a blind man who did it, could it?'
' doubt that very much.'
'We could try again,' she said hopefully.
'I've got to go,' he told her.
'Maybe next time.'
'You'll come back?'
'of course. But there are some things I have to check out first.'
Before he left he got from her the names of the few friends who called her occasionally, and the list of neighborhood stores that delivered her groceries and drugs.
'Thank you for your help, Sylvia,' he said.
She went up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
'Thank you, Brian,' she said breathlessly.
Going down in the elevator, he debated with himself whether or not to include the Ouija board episode in his report. He finally decided to put it in. Hadn't Delaney said he wanted everything?
And everything was exactly what Delaney was getting in the daily reports. He was satisfied; better too much than not enough. Most of the stuff was boilerplate, but there were some significant revelations:
– Benjamin Calazo reported that Isaac Kane said he had left the Community Center at 9:00 P.m. on the night of the crime, but Kane admitted he hadn't returned home right away.
He was unable or unwilling to account for the intervening time. -L.
Vincent Symington, according to Ross Konigsbacher, had a sheet. A few years previously he had been arrested in a raid on a gay after-hours joint on 18th Street. There was no record of the disposition of the case. - Timothy Hogan spent some time shmoozing with workers at Ronald J.
Bellsey's wholesale meat market, and had learned that six months ago Bellsey and a butcher had a bloody fight with meat hooks that resulted in serious injuries to the butcher. He had sued, but the case was settled out of court. -Joan Yesell, Helen K. Venable wrote, had injured herself more seriously in her suicide attempt than first thought.
Tendons in her wrist had been cut, and Yesell was not expected to return to work for at least a month. - Detective Robert Keisman reported that Harold Gerber's sheet listed several arrests for assaults, refusing to obey the lawful order of a police officer, and committing a public nuisance. Because of Gerber's war record, all charges were eventually dropped. But, Keisman noted, Gerber had received a less than honorable discharge from the army due to several offenses, including slugging an officer. -Finally, Brian Estrella wrote about his meeting with Sylvia Mae Otherton, briefly mentioning the incident involving the Ouija board.
Edward X. Delaney told Monica about that, thinking she'd be amused. But that most rational of women didn't laugh.
All in all, Delaney was gratified. He had the feeling that the investigation was beginning to lurch forward. It was not unlike an archeological dig, with each layer scraped away bringing him closer to the truth.
Detective Ross (Kraut) Konigsbacher thought he already knew the truth about L. Vincent Symington: The guy was a screaming faggot. It wasn't only that arrest on his record, it was the way he dressed, the way he walked, even the way he handled a cigarette.
Every dick had a different way of working, and Konigsbacher liked to circle his prey, learn all he could about him, study his lifestyle.
Then, when he felt he knew his target from A to Z, he'd go for the face-to-face and shatter the guy with what
