Betty sighed. 'I haven't the foggiest idea,' she said. 'Lou has told me I could have my pick of jobs at the studio, but I don't know, I might just retire. I've saved some money, and I've done well in the bull market, and there's a studio pension, too; Vance got me fully vested in that last year, as a Christmas present.'
'Then you can be a woman of leisure.'
'A lady who lunches? I'm not sure I could handle that. Certainly, I'll stay on long enough to help you settle Vance's affairs-and Arrington's, too,' she said darkly. 'I'm sure she'll have a lot to settle.'
'And what does that mean?' Stone asked.
'Oh, I don't know. I guess you know that Arrington and I have never gotten along too well-yes, you can call it jealousy, if you like, but there were other reasons.'
'Tell me about them.'
'Stone, tell me straight: Did Arrington shoot Vance?'
'I haven't the slightest reason to think so,' Stone replied. 'And I don't know why it even occurred to you to ask the question.'
'As I understand it, the police have not cleared her.'
'They haven't even talked to her, but I expect them to clear her when they do. She's at the Judson Clinic.'
'Is she ill?'
'Not exactly, but she's been better. When she saw Vance on the floor of their home with a bullet in his head she pretty much went to pieces.'
'Yes, she would, wouldn't she?' Betty said with a hint of sarcasm.
Stone ignored that. 'I hope she can get the police interview out of the way soon, maybe even today. It will depend on what her doctor says.'
'Look, I certainly don't have any evidence, but-call it woman's intuition, if you like-I think Arrington is perfectly capable of having killed Vance, then pretending to break down, just to keep from having to talk to the police.'
'Tell me why you think that.'
'Just for starters, I think Vance was miserable in the marriage. Oh, he never said so, in so many words, but I knew him as well as anybody, and I think that, in spite of his constant good humor, he was unhappy.'
'Give me some example of his unhappiness.'
'I can't. It was just the odd comment, the raised eyebrow when Arrington was mentioned. He did love Peter, though; I've never seen a man love a child so much.'
'Anything more specific?'
'No, certainly nothing I could testify to under oath.'
Stone relaxed a little inside; he hadn't realized he had become so tense. 'Well, I hope you'll keep your feelings to yourself. If you think of anything specific you can tell me, I want to hear about it, though.'
'Of course.'
Stone glanced at his watch. 'Let's get started. Will you get me Dr. James Judson at the Judson Clinic?'
Betty placed the call from the conference table phone, then left the room and closed the door.
'Good morning, Jim, it's Stone Barrington.'
'Good morning, Stone.'
'How's your patient this morning?'
'She's very well, I think. I believe she's about ready to go home.'
'Not just yet,' Stone said. 'She's going to have to talk to the police, and I'd like her to do it from a hospital bed.'
'I understand. When do you want them to see her?'
'Today, if you think it's all right.'
'I think it should be. She's mentioned that she expects them to come, so we may as well get it over with. I'd like to be with her when they question her, though.'
'Of course, and I will be, too. How about early afternoon?'
'All right; I'll prepare her.'
'I'll do some preparation, too, before they arrive. I'll let you know the exact time, after I've talked to them.'
'I'll wait to hear from you, before I tell Arrington.'
'I'm working from Mr. Calders office at the studio, should you need to reach me.' Stone gave him the number, then hung up. He found the intercom and buzzed Betty.
'Yes, Stone?'
'Now get me Detective Sam Durkee at the Brentwood LAPD station.
After a short wait, Betty buzzed him, and he picked up the phone. 'Detective Durkee?'
'That's right.'
'My name is Stone Barrington; I'm handling the affairs of Mrs. Vance Calder.'
'I know your name from Rick Grant,' Durkee said. 'Rick says you're an ex-homicide detective.'
'That's right; NYPD.'
'Then you'll understand what we have to do.'
'Of course. I've just spoken to Mrs. Calder's doctor, and he says you can interview her this afternoon. How about two o'clock at the Judson Clinic?'
'That's good for me; I'll bring my partner, Ted Bryant.'
'You have to understand her condition,' Stone said. 'She's been very badly shaken up, and there are some big gaps in her memory.'
'Oh? How big?'
'When I spoke with her yesterday, the last thing she could remember was a conversation with her gardener eight days before the homicide. I've confirmed the date with her butler.'
'So, basically, when we question her, she's going to say she remembers nothing?'
'Her doctor says she may recover some of her memories, but I can't promise you anything. For a while, she didn't remember being married to Calder, but she's gotten past that, so she may remember even more.
I can tell you that she has no hesitation about talking to you; she wants her husbands murderer caught and prosecuted.'
'Well, we'll certainly try to make that wish come true,' Durkee said.
'There have to be some ground rules: Both her doctor and I will be present at the interview, and if either of us, for any reason, feels she shouldn't continue, we'll stop it.'
'Understood,' Durkee said dryly. 'See you at two o'clock.'
Stone hung up and began to think about this interview. It was crucial, he knew, for Arrington to convince them she was innocent. If she couldn't do that, her life was going to change even more dramatically than it already had.
Chapter 13
STONE COULD HAVE SPOTTED the two men as detectives in any city in the United States. They were both middle-aged, dressed in middling suits that revealed bulges under the left arm to anyone looking for them. Sam Durkee was at least six-four and beefy in build; Stone made him as an ex-athlete. Ted Bryant was shorter, bald and pudgy. He didn't expect either of them to be stupid, and his plan was to be as cooperative as humanly possible, without handing them his client on a platter.
He shook their hands, then led them upstairs to Arrington's room. She was sitting up in bed wearing cotton pajamas; Dr. Judson was at her bedside. Stone made the introductions, and everybody pulled up a chair.
Durkee took the lead. 'Mrs. Calder,' he said, 'first, I want to offer the department's condolences on your loss.'
'Thank you,' Arrington said, managing a wan smile.
'I hope you understand that there are questions we must ask, if we're to apprehend your husbands killer; I know this won't be pleasant, but we'll keep it as short as we can, and we'd like the fullest answers you can give us.'
