Lawrence Sanders - Tenth Commandment

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As I scurried southward, I spotted him on the west side of West End. He was heading for the brightly lighted entrance of a public underground garage in the basement of one of the tall apartment houses bordering the river.

There were large signs in front stating the parking rates by the hour, day, week, and month.

I positioned myself across the street from the garage, standing in the deep shadow of a thick-trunked plane tree.

I watched Knurr walk rapidly into the bright entrance. As he approached the attendant's booth, a woman stepped out of the shadows, and she and the Reverend embraced briefly. Then an attendant appeared. He and Knurr spoke for a moment. The Pastor handed him something. The attendant turned and disappeared. Knurr and the woman remained where they were, close together, conversing, his arm about her shoulders.

She was wearing what I guessed to be a mink coat that 273

came a little lower than calf-length. It was very full and had a hood that now covered her head, shadowing her features.

Finally, a long, heavy car came rolling into the lighted area of the garage entrance. It was a black Mercedes-Benz sedan, gleaming, solid, and very elegant. The garage attendant got out of the driver's side and handed something to Godfrey Knurr. The Reverend then gave something to the attendant.

Knurr opened the door on the passenger's side. He assisted the lady into her seat, then went around to the driver's side, got in, slammed the door — I heard it chunk from where I stood — and slowly, carefully, pulled out into West End Avenue. He turned north. I watched the taillights fade away.

I wasn't thinking about where he might be heading. I couldn't care less. I was too shocked.

For when he had helped the woman into the car, she had flung back the hood of her fur coat. Her features, for a brief moment, were revealed in the bright light. I saw her clearly.

It wasn't Tippi Kipper.

It was Glynis Stonehouse.

Part III

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That night I awoke frequently, dozed off as often, and finally lost all ability to determine if I was fully conscious or dreaming. I vividly remember wondering if I had actually seen Glynis Stonehouse and Godfrey Knurr together.

My brain continued churning all night, and things were no better when I arose early Sunday morning, showered, dressed, and poked disconsolately at a bowl of sodden cornflakes. I simply didn't know what to do. It seemed to me I was in over my head and badly in need of wise counsel,

I hated to bother Percy Stilton, but what I had learned was of such moment that I wanted him to know at once. I dialled the only number I had for him and learned that he wouldn't be in the precinct until Monday morning.

'Couldn't you call him at home and ask him to contact me?' I tried to convey the urgency of the situation to the officer on the other end of the phone.

'Can't anyone else help you?' he asked, still reticent.

'No,' I said firmly. 'It's got to be Stilton. It's really very important, honest, to me and to him.'

Silence.

'A case he's on?' he said finally.

'Yes,' I said, lying valiantly. 'Just call and ask him to call Joshua Bigg. As soon as possible.'

A short silence again, then: 'What was that name — Pigg?'

'Bigg. B-i-g-g. Joshua Bigg. Tell him it's a matter of life and death.'

'I'll tell him that,' the officer said.

I tried to read the Sunday papers. I watched TV for a while, but didn't see it. My phone finally rang shortly before noon.

'Hello?' I said breathlessly.

The voice was low, husky, soothing. 'Mr Bigg?'

'Yes.'

'This is Maybelle Hawks,' she said pleasantly. 'I am Percy Stilton's consenting adult.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'Mr Bigg, Perce received your message, but he's really in no, ah, condition to speak intelligibly to you at the moment.'

'Is he ill?' I asked anxiously.

'You might say that,' she replied thoughtfully. 'Nothing fatal. I would judge that he will recover, in time. But right now he's somewhat unhinged. It being Sunday morning. I do hope you understand.'

'Yes, ma'am,' I said miserably. 'He's hung over.'

'Oh, Mr Bigg,' she laughed gaily, 'that is the understatement of the year. He's comatose, Mr Bigg.

Com-a-tose. He asked that I return your call and explain why it might be best if you call him at the precinct tomorrow.'

'Miss Hawks,' I said, 'is — '

'Call me Belle,' she said.

'Thank you. Belle, is there no chance of my seeing him today? It really is urgent. I wouldn't be bothering you if it wasn't. Surely Perce, and you too, of course, have to eat sometime today. It would give me great pleasure if you would both join me for dinner some place. Any place.'

'Mr Bigg, you sound to me like a sober, reasonable man.'

'Yes, ma'am,' I said, 'I mean to be.'

'Then you must realize that right now, this second, if I mention food to Percy Stilton, he's likely to give me a shot in the chops.'

'Oh no, ma'am,' I said hastily. 'Not right this minute.

What I was thinking was that later this evening, say around six o'clock, he might be recovered sufficiently, and the both of you might be hungry enough to join me for dinner.'

'Hmm,' she said. 'You're getting through to me, Mr Bigg. All right, I'll see what I can do with the Incredible Hulk here. Where do you want to eat?'

We settled on Woody's at about 6.00 p.m.

I spent the rest of the afternoon leafing through the Sunday papers and then the Stonehouse file once again. I left my apartment at 5.30 and walked to Woody's. It wasn't dark yet, but still I scanned the street before I left the vestibule, and my head was on a swivel during my rapid walk to 23rd Street.

Nitchy greeted me after I had hung my hat and coat on the front rack.

'No princess tonight, Josh?' she said.

'Not tonight, Nitchy,' I said.

'It'll happen,' she said confidently. 'One of these nights you'll waltz through that door with a princess on your arm. You'll see.'

As usual she was looped with bangles, hoops, and amulets. Her black helmet of hair gleamed wickedly, and the heavy eye shadow and precisely painted lips accented her sorceress look. She gave me a table where I could watch the front door.

They weren't very late — not more than fifteen minutes.

The moment Maybelle Hawks entered the restaurant, and the heads of everyone in the front room began to turn, I realized who she was.

She was one of the most famous high-fashion models in Manhattan. Her classic features had adorned dozens of haute couture magazines, she had posed in the nude for many artists and photographers, and a scholarly art critic had written a much quoted monograph on her 'Nefertiti-279

like beauty' and 'ethereal sensuality.' She towered over Stilton, who lurked behind her. I guessed her to be 6–4 or 6–5. She was wearing a supple black leather trenchcoat, mink-lined. It hung open, revealing a loose chemise-styled shift in soft, plum-coloured wool. There was a fine gold chain about the strong stalk of her neck.

I could see why that art critic had thought of Nefertiti.

Her head seemed elongated, drawn out in back so that it had the shape of a tilted egg. Her hair was a cap of tight black curls. Oriental eyes, Semitic lips, a thin scimitar of a nose. All of her features seemed carved, polished, oiled.

Her teeth were unbelievably white.

They made it to my table and sat down. From close range, Percy wasn't looking so good. He was as elegantly clad as the first time I had seen him, but the eyes were sunk deeply and bagged. The whites were reddish and he blinked frequently. There was a sallow tinge to his cordovan skin.

Nitchy asked if we'd like a drink. Belle saw my glass of white wine and said that's what she'd have. Percy raised his bloodshot eyes to Maybelle Hawks.

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