Noel Hynd - The Sandler Inquiry

"The firm used to handle the family business. You know that. If there's any question about a will I'm going to need to know as much asI can ' "Uh huh," said Zenger without enthusiasm.

"What about your files?"

"Incomplete." If Thomas had learned one thing from his father, it was never to reveal a position of weakness to another attorney. Any other attorney "Incomplete?" Zenger's wrinkled forehead formed a frown.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Thomas shrugged innocently." "The material in the Sandler folder is sketchy. Leaves a lot of questions unanswered" Zenger leaned back in his chair. He sipped the hot black coffee and looked Thomas in the eye. He let several seconds pass in silence.

"Sketchy, huh?" Zenger said.

"That's a pretty vague term. What does it mean?"

"It means what I said it means" said Thomas.

"It means-' "It means I just nailed you for perjury," chortled Zenger.

Thomas was perplexed.

"What?" he asked.

"Why don't you admit you got burned out" scoffed Zenger.

"You don't have a Sandler file anymore. What you don't know is that you're God-damned lucky you don't."

Thomas could feel his mouth dry and open in unconcealed amazement. He felt just as many witnesses in past years had felt before attorney Zenger. Totally befuddled, caught off base by the unexpected assertion, the unanticipated declaration of the facts.

Thomas tried to recover.

"You know more than I do)' he said.

"Why don't you let me in on it."

Aah' scoffed Zenger, leaning back now and sipping coffee slyly "There's nothing to let you in on.".

"How did you know-?"

"About the fire? I read the papers, damn it. And even though my God-damned flesh is giving out, I have not lost the capacity for thought. Victoria Sandler dies. Your offices are demolished by arson.

Your offices just happen to be where the files were on years and years of Sandler transactions. Well, what else am I to assume?"

"What was in the files? And who wanted it?"

Zenger shrugged.

"I couldn't begin to guess" he said.

"Come off it!" Thomas's voice was sharp, his patience thinning.

"I didn't come up here to play games. You may be having your cheap fun-' "Calm yourself, calm yourself," cautioned Zenger patiently, waving a frail hand across the table.

"You'll get your answers. In time."

"I want them now."

"You'll get them now."

Thomas gazed across the table in silence.

"I'm waiting," he said.

"Yes. I can see that." Zenger paused.

"Some people, young people mostly, don't know how lucky they are."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're a very lucky young man. You have a great name to live up to. You have your youth. You have your freedom.

And you have no knowledge of the Sandler family." . Thomas continued to stare at Zenger, having no idea at all where the old man was leading the conversation. Zenger continued.

"And you have a guardian angel. Before you could go to that file and involve yourself with it, someone burned you out. You owe the arsonist an eternal debt of gratitude. Maybe someday you'll find out who he was."

"Make some sense, damn it' Zenger looked at the young man in dismay.

"I suppose he said, "I was as naive and impetuous at your age as you are now. You want some sense made. All right. Here it is. The full knowledge of Sandler family transactions is enough to get you killed. I don't know everything and I don't want to know. The only person who'd want to live to be eighty-three is a man of eighty-two. I'm eighty two Have I made some sense?"

Thomas was thoughtful. He perceived a sincerity and almost a trace of fear in Zenger's eyes.

"Some," he said.

"But I'm not satisfied" "Jesus," snorted Zenger in disgust, as he slapped the arms of his chair.

"I want to know as much as you know."

"You never will." The old man's voice was firm.

"I won't tell you.

Hot pincers couldn't get it out of me" "Well," spoke Thomas Daniels in a controlled rage, pronouncing each syllable.

"Then I'll find out myself" He stood quickly.

"Tell me something" said Zenger, raising his hand to hold the young visitor.

"Why is all this of such almighty interest to you?"

"In my position, wouldn't you be interested?"

Zenger pondered the hypothesis.

"No," he said finally.

"If a man with fifty years' experience in law told me that it could cost me my life to get involved with something, I'd take the hint. I'd lay off.

That's why I can't figure you. No one with ten cents' worth of brains risks getting killed just because he's curious."

Thomas looked at Zenger carefully.

"I have a client" Thomas said.

"What kind of a client?"

"A client " "Oh, come on."

"You're not answering my questions" Zenger thought for an instant.

"So we'll exchange some information. Who's your client?"

Thomas sat down again.

"A girl' he said. Zenger, unsatisfied, waited without replying.

"I've got 'a girl who claims she's Arthur Sandler's daughter."

Zenger's face appeared frozen for several seconds.

"Oh, Christ" he finally scoffed.

"All this for some female fruitcake who turned up? My advice to you is take the pussy and run."

"I'm inclined to believe her claim" said Thomas.

– Why?"

"She has some documents. And I have a feeling. I think she's telling the truth. I suspect she is Arthur Sandler's daughter."

Zenger was already shaking his head.

"Not possible," he said.

– Why?"

"Your father handled the Sandlers more than I did. But yes, I know a few things about the family. Arthur Sandler wasn't the type of man who ran around siring bastard children."

"She's not illegitimate."

"Well, then there's immaculate conception involved, because Arthur Sandler never married" "Apparently he did ' "Bullshit!" roared Zenger heatedly.

"During World War Two. In England" Now it was Zenger's turn. For an instant Thomas sensed the old man was stunned by a revelation of truth.

But, if he had been, he recovered just as quickly. He began to smile.

"That proves that it's a hoax" said Zenger grimly.

– Why?"

"The fact is that Arthur Sandler never left the United States during the war. Not for a single day. Being wealthy and being Germanic by "traction, he was afraid to leave."

"Afraid?"

"Some people, people with influential friends, knew what was happening to Japanese Americans. Sandler feared the same. He was scared that if he left the country he'd never be let back in. He'd be stripped of his fortune and his citizenship in one neat little swoop Zenger, feeling his case winning, allowed himself a calm smile.

He added,

"And I can prove this" "How?"

"I have an old friend in the passport office in Washington. I can arrange a visit for you. You can go down there yourself and inspect the old passport records."

"You make it sound very simple."

"It is " Thomas pondered it, then shook his head. He fingered the cold coffee cup in front of him.

"No, it's not" he said.

"I took the liberty of making some telephone calls."

"Jesus Christ," snapped Zenger.

"Who'd you call?"

"England' "Who in England?"

"A bureau of records in Exeter. And the borough clerk's – office in Devonshire "And?" asked Zenger coldly.

"The marriage certificates and the birth certificates check with what's on official record. Everything checks, right down to the signatures on both certificates. Now, if necessary, I can have the handwriting analyzed. I can also go to England and try to trace down the people who witnessed the marriage or birth. From there-" "Holy Christ. Holy, holy Christ!"

Thomas looked across the table at the muttering Zenger.

Zenger's face was ashen and his hands were shaking. His face started to sink to his palms, but Zenger caught himself and looked across the table.