A matter of time

forever.'

It was odd, the way she said that. Her wistfulness caused Cash to examine her expression. For a moment she wore a faraway look, then gave him that ghostly smile. Once again he had the feeling he was being manipulated.

'Tear it down they will when I'm gone, I expect. A pity that would be. It is a good house. Love and attention it needs, is all. Houses, they are like people, that way.'

Before she could pursue this unexpected line, Harald said, 'Well, sorry to take up so much of your time.' He seemed disappointed. 'We appreciate your cooperation.' He made it sound as though he would have appreciated a confession a good deal more.

'I am happy to help, any time. You will be back, yes?'

That had the ring of accusation. Harald shrugged.

'You are always welcome. To being alone one never grows accustomed.'

John grunted, took a last look around.

Loneliness. Cash wondered why she had never taken another friend after Jack O'Brien. Or had she? He would have to double-check with Annie.

Back in the car, after another round of tea and cookies, Harald asked, 'What do you think?'

'What's to think? It's perfect. We've got to find another goddamned angle.'

'Something's out of kilter. Something's not straight.'

'How so? I didn't see anything.'

'I don't know. Petty shit, I guess. Maybe it was the basement. You notice anything queer?'

Cash tried to visualize. 'No.'

'Probably nothing, but there were a couple things I noticed. Like, it wasn't a full basement.'

'So?'

'So the end that would've gone under the rest of the house had a wall that looked like it was built a long time after the other three. The stone was different. And it was laid on top of the floor. And the floor was poured a long time after the basement was dug. It looked like it was done in sections. Like somebody mixed and poured it by hand.'

'So? What can we do about it? Never mind the buried men and the secret rooms. You think Carstairs wouldn't have found them? Think we should cite her for not getting a building permit? Even then you'd have to prove she violated the building codes. They probably did it before there were any.'

'You're no help, Norm. Not a damned bit. We already know Carstairs wasn't infallible. And there were other anomalies.'

'Ooh, college words. Like what?'

'A washer and dryer. And water heater.'

'That's a crime?'

'When the rest of the house is so old-fashioned?'

'No, now hang on, John. You might think you've got to have a telephone, radio, and TV, but somebody who grew up without wouldn't. The stuff she's got is practical. And she had an icebox. I mean refrigerator. You take a bushman out of the Kalahari, offer him one modern appliance he could take back, I bet you he'd want a refrigerator…'

'Okay. Okay. So that explains some of it. Maybe. But not where she gets the money.'

'You're bound and determined to nail her for something, aren't you?'

That was an aspect he kept worrying about himself, though, technically, it did not relate to their case. 'Look into it if you want. Go down to the IRS. Maybe they've got something.'

'If they'll let me have it.' They swung into the station lot. 'But they've probably never heard of her.'

'Take care of the car, hear? I'll haul the doll upstairs.'

'Got one for you, Beth,' Cash said, opening the door with his rear while keeping both hands on the doll.

'What?'

'Print evidence. Lab stuff. Want to take it to them for me? Okay? You got a box, or something?'

'Kleenex box okay?' She fished one from her wastebasket.

'Fine. Anything. Give it to George, all right?'

'Special?'

'The Groloch thing.'

'Your wife left a message. I put it on your desk. I'll take this over while I'm remembering it.'

He studied her behind as she left. Not bad. Someday he might give that a try… He returned to his desk.

His In tray had had a litter in his absence. It was all routine stuff that could have been handled by a semiliterate, patient chimp. Mostly revenue-sharing record-keeping that no one would ever look at once it left his Out tray.

Cash got less done than the chimp would have. His mind refused to stay off Jack O'Brien, Miss Groloch, and