Lawrence Sanders - Tenth Commandment

'Where was the letter sent from?' Detective Stilton asked.

'The one that asked permission to open the social club?'

'Oh dear,' he said. 'No address given.'

'How about next-of-kin?' Stilton asked. 'Have you got that?'

'Yes, that I know we have,' the Bishop said, digging through the papers. 'Here it is. A sister, Goldie Knurr, living in Athens, Indiana. Would you like the address?'

'Please,' the detective said.

Percy and I were the only ones in the elevator going down. 'You did fine,' Stilton said.

'Thank you.'

'But I knew you would,' he went on, 'or I'd have made you rehearse. The scam was necessary, Josh, because if I had just waltzed in there and asked to see the file on Knurr, without a warrant or anything, the Bishop would have told me to go peddle my fish. He looks sleepy, but he's no dummy.'

In the lobby, Stilton paused to light a cigarette.

'Perce,' I said, 'how did you get on to this office? I didn't even know which sect Knurr belongs to.'

'I looked him up in the telephone book and got the address of that boys' club of his in Greenwich Village.

Then I called Municipal Records downtown and got the name of the owner of the building. Then I went to see him and got a look at Knurr's lease for that storefront. Like I figured, when he signed the lease he had to give a permanent or former address. It was the headquarters of his church. I called them and they referred me to Bishop Oxman's personnel offices. So I called him.'

I shook my head in wonderment.

'It's a lot easier,' the detective assured me, 'when you can flash your potsy.' He looked at his watch. 'I've got maybe a half-hour. You have something to tell me?

There's a bar around the corner. Let's have a beer and I'll listen.'

In the corner of a small bar on East 48th Street I asked,

'Perce, that story you dreamed up about Knurr swindling a girl in New York was almost word for word what he actually pulled out in Chicago. How did you know?'

He shrugged. 'I didn't,' he said. 'Josh, the bad guys don't have all the luck. Sometimes we get lucky, too. I figured if we were right about him, that con about your client would be right in character. Now I'm wondering if we got enough on the guy for me to go to my lieutenant and ask that the Kipper case be reopened.' He pondered a moment. 'No, I guess not,' he said finally. 'What happened in Chicago a couple of years ago is just background. It's got fuck-all to do with how Sol Kipper died. You got things to tell me?'

I told him about the reward posters and the calls that had come in, and how I had obtained copies of the chemical analyses of Professor Stonehouse's brandy.

'Mmm,' Stilton grunted. 'Good. More paper.'

I told him I had obtained a photograph of Glynis Stonehouse and the name of the clinic where she presently did volunteer work and the medical laboratory where she had been employed a year ago.

'I checked out the clinic on the phone,' I said, 'and they claim they don't stock poisons. It sounds logical; it's an eye, ear, nose and throat clinic for children. I got nowhere with the medical lab.'

'Give me the name and address,' the detective said. 'I'll pay them a call.'

He copied the information into his elegant little notebook.

Finally I told him about following Glynis Stonehouse to her rendezvous with Godfrey Knurr, and then tailing the two of them to the 79th Street boat basin.

'That's interesting,' Stilton said thoughtfully. 'You're doing fine, Josh.'

'Thank you,' I said. 'I've saved the best till last. I think I know how he killed Sol Kipper.'

The detective stared at me for a moment.

'Let's have another beer,' he said.

'There's an old gentleman who lives in the apartment across the hall from me,' I said. 'He's confined in a wheelchair and he's been rather lonely. Sometimes when I come home from work, he's waiting for me in his chair on the landing. Just to talk, you know. Well, a few times in the past month I've gotten home early, and he didn't know I was already in my apartment, and when I came out later, there he was on the landing, waiting for me.'

Stilton looked at me, puzzled.

'So?' he asked.

'That's what gave me the idea of how Knurr killed Sol Kipper. I was already inside the apartment.'

He had started to take a gulp of beer, but suddenly put his full glass back on the bar and sat there, staring straight ahead.

'Yeah,' he breathed. 'That sucker! That's how he did it.

Let me tell you: He was in the house all the time. Probably hiding in one of those empty rooms. Only Tippi knew he was there. She leaves her husband, comes downstairs.

Knurr goes up to the master bedroom on the fifth floor and wastes Sol Kipper. Maybe with one of those karate chops of his or with the famous blunt instrument — who knows? Then he carries — '

'No,' I said, 'that's no good. Sol Kipper wasn't a heavy man, but it would have been a difficult task to carry him up that narrow rear staircase to the sixth floor. I think Knurr rang for the elevator and took Kipper's body up that way.'

'Right,' Stilton said decisively. 'The first blues on the scene found the elevator on the sixth floor. All right, he gets Sol up on the terrace and throws him over. I mean literally throws him. That's why the body was so far from the base of the wall.'

'Then Knurr goes down — How does he go down?'

'He takes the stairs. Because the elevator door on the main floor can be seen from the kitchen. And also, the elevator was found on the sixth floor by the first officers to arrive.'

'Tippi fainted,' I reminded him, 'or pretended to.'

'Sure. To give Knurr time to get downstairs. Then he goes out the front door, turns right around, rings the bell, and waits for the butler to let him in.'

'Yes,' I said, nodding, 'I think so. You can't see the front door from the kitchen, so even if they were inside when he exited, he was safe. Perce, I think he stayed in the house overnight. The butler keeps a house diary of visitors, deliveries, and so forth. He has a record of the Reverend Godfrey Knurr arriving on Tuesday the 23rd, the day before Kipper died.'

'Oh wow,' Percy said, 'that's beautiful. I hate to admit it, but I got to admire him for that. The balls!'

'Then you think that's how it was done?' I said eagerly.

'Got to be,' Perce said. ' Got to! Everything fits. It was just a matter of planning and timing. That guy is one cool cat. When we take him, I'm bringing a regiment of marines. But what about the suicide note?'

'I can't explain it,' I confessed. 'Right now I can't. But I'm going to give it some thought.'

'You do that,' he said, patting my arm. 'Give it some thought. I'm beginning to think Roscoe Dollworth knew exactly what he was doing when he got you the job. Chief Investigator? You better believe it! Josh, I think now I got enough to ask my loot to reopen the Kipper case. I'll lay out the whole shmeer for him, how it ties into the Stonehouse disappearance, and how — '

'Perce,' I said, 'could you hold off for just a day or two?'

'Well. . sure, but why?'

'I'm trying to set up a conference with Mr Tabatchnick 321

and Mr Teitelbaum. Teitelbaum's the senior partner who represents the Stonehouse family. I want to tell the two of them everything we've discovered and suggest how the two cases are connected. I want them to let me devote all my time to the investigation and stick to it no matter how long it takes. I'd like you to be there at the conference. They have some clout, don't they? Political clout?'

'I guess they do.'

'Well, if we get them on our side first, won't it help you to get the Kipper case reopened and maybe be assigned to it full time?'

'Maybe it would,' he said slowly. 'Maybe it would at that.' He ruffled my hair with his fingertips. 'You're a brainy little runt,' he said.