I hoped she'd be her old alert self by the time her master returned.

I let myself out, locked up after myself. If anyone watched me I was unaware of it. I walked through the garden, still wondering if there were fish in the pond, and I searched the flower beds in vain for carnations, red or otherwise. I could have suggested that he wear a tulip.

Why, I wondered, had I bothered with that carnation business? All in the interest of verisimilitude, I suppose, but it could add an unnecessary complication, because now I had to remember to pick one up before the stores closed. Which ordinarily wouldn't have been such a chore, but it was one of a long list of things to do, and I had less than twenty-four hours to get them all done.

Which left me no time to squander in gardens. I hurried through the tunnel, looked left and right and straight ahead, opened the gate and let myself out.

So many things to do…

"I dunno, Bern. What it sounds like to me is you're settin' up somethin' complicated."

"Isn't that what you wanted? You know I didn't have anything to do with either the Colcannon burglary or the murder of Abel Crowe, but you kept sniffing around, trying to stir something up."

"You're in both of those things up to your eyes, Bern. I just don't know about this, that's all."

It was Ray Kirschmann's day off and he was wearing brown gabardine slacks and a print sport shirt. The pants were baggy in the seat and too tight at the waist, and the shirt was one of those Korean imports in light green with dark-green stitching on the collar and pockets. I really wish he'd take his wife along when he buys clothes.

I said, "What's to know, Ray? I'm giving you a chance to be a hero, make a couple of good busts, clear a few old cases and put a few dollars in your pocket. What else do you expect to do? Slay the dragon and screw the king's daughter?"

"I don't care about dragons, Bern."

"You wouldn't like a princess much. One pea under the mattress keeps them bitching all night."

"Yeah, I remember the story. Tell me again about the dollars I'm gonna put in my pocket."

"There's a man who's willing to pay a reward for the recovery of his property."

"What man?"

"You'll meet him tomorrow."

"What property?"

"You'll find that out tomorrow, too."

"How am I gonna recover it? That's somethin' else I'll find out tomorrow. This is soundin' like those old radio programs. 'Tune in tomorrow an' see what happens to Jack Armstrong, the all-American boy.' Remember Jack Armstrong, Bern? Whatever did happen to him?"

"He's doing short time at Attica."

"Jesus, what a thought. How much of a reward are we talkin' about?"

"Ten grand."

He nodded, sucked his teeth. "But it's not offered officially," he said. "The guy could welsh."

"If it's not official it doesn't have to be reported, either. No taxes to pay. No splits with anybody higher up in the department."

His face took on a crafty look, and greed sparkled in his eyes. Spinoza may not have had a good word to say for avarice, but how would the wheels turn without it?

"The hell," he said. "We'll see how it goes."

"Have you got that list?"

He nodded, drew a folded sheet of paper from the pocket of the green sport shirt. "These here are burglaries committed in the past two years with an M.O. like the Colcannon job-forced entry and the place left like the burglars brought a cyclone with 'em. And it's the area you said- Manhattan south of Forty-second Street, west of Fifth Avenue and north of Fourteenth Street. Computers are wonderful. You just say what you want and you got it."

"You wouldn't believe how comforting it is to know the police have these tools at their command."

"I can imagine. You're not the first person to figure Rabbit Margate might have done this kinda thing before, you know. They been questionin' him left and right. Not goin' back two years, and not just the neighborhood you picked, but they been askin' him a question or two."

"Are they getting anywhere?"

"He still bein' Humphrey Bogart."

"Yesterday you said he was Jimmy Cagney."

"Same difference."

"You'll bring him tomorrow?"

"It's irregular. If he got loose and took a powder I'd have a little trouble explainin' it. I guess I could take a chance."

"And you don't know who was working with him?"

"Not yet. He'll talk sooner or later."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow," I said, and went over the time and place with him again.

"Anythin' I should bring? Besides Rabbit?"

"Your gun."

"I'm never without it."

"Not even in the shower? Let me think. Handcuffs, Ray. Bring plenty of handcuffs."

"Like I'm gonna arrest the whole Jesse James gang or somethin'. Well, you generally delivered in the past, Bern, so I'll play along. Anythin' else I can do for you in the meantime? Want a lift anywhere? Anythin' I can do to grease the skids for you a little?"

I thought it over, then resisted temptation. "No," I said. "I can manage."

I found Marilyn Margate at Hair Apparent. She was combing out a hard-faced woman with a headful of unconvincing auburn hair. "He admits he sleeps with his wife," the woman was saying, "but he insists he never enjoys it, that it's just a sense of duty. But my experience is they always tell you that, so how do you know what to believe?"

"I know just where you're coming from," Marilyn said. "Believe me, I know."

When she had a minute I drew her aside and gave her a slip of paper with the time and place of Abel's service. "It's important for you to show up," I said. "And bring Harlan Reese."

"Harlan? You think he went back and killed Wanda? That doesn't sound like Harlan."

"Just bring him."

"I don't know. He's not even leaving his room. And he was talking about splitting for the coast or something before the cops get onto him. I don't think he's gonna want to chase out to Brooklyn for some old guy's funeral."

"Get him to come anyway. Your brother'll be there."

"Rabbit's gonna be there? You mean they let him out?"

"They'll release him for the service. I arranged it."

"You-" Her eyes were wide, her expression respectful. "That's some kind of arranging," she said. "That's more than the lawyer could do. They wouldn't set bail for him. Wait'll I tell his lawyer."

"Don't tell his lawyer anything."

"Oh. All right."

"Just show up tomorrow with Harlan."

"If Rabbit's gonna be there, I'll get there. And I'll bring Harlan."

I called Narrowback Gallery and Denise answered. "I hope you're free tomorrow," I said. "I'd like you to come to a funeral in Brooklyn."

"I'll wear a smock and a smile. You want to talk to your partner in crime?"

"Please."

She put Carolyn on and I said things were going well, albeit hectically. "I have to get into Abel's building," I said, "and I decided not to ask Ray for help because I didn't want him to know what I was up to. Any bright ideas?"

"I guess it's a little late for another doctor's appointment."

"It's Saturday and it's close to dinnertime. That does make it tricky."

"If there's anything I can do-"

"I can't think of anything. I'll probably be tied up most of the night, assuming I find a way in. I thought maybe I'd drop over to your place after I'm done."

"Well, I sort of have a date, Bern."

"Oh. Well, I'll see you tomorrow at Abel's service. You'd better take down the address, or did I give it to you earlier?" I gave it to her again and she wrote it down. Then I asked her to put Denise on.

"Carolyn has the address for the service tomorrow. That's assuming that the two of you are speaking."

"You assume a lot."

"Uh-huh. What I wanted to say is I've got a batch of things to do tonight but I'll be done sooner or later, and I thought maybe I could drop over."