name.â
There was a pause so long that Herculeah wondered if the tape recorder had stopped on its own. She leaned down and checked. The reel was still turning.
âMy fatherâs name isâwas Hamilton Crewell.â
Meat said, âThe Moloch is the old manâs son.â
Again Herculeah put her finger to her lips.
There was a silence on the tape as well as in the room. Herculeah heard her mother say, âYour father is Hamilton Crewell? I wasnât aware he had a son.â
Perhaps the Moloch nodded. There was no sound on the tape.
âWhen was the last time you saw your father?â
âIt was ten years ago.â
âWhere?â
âIn the house. I went there to ...â another pause, âsee him. I had wanted to go for a long time, but I couldnât get, let us say, out.â
âOut?â repeated Herculeah.
âPrison.â Meat breathed the word.
Herculeah heard her mother say, âIf you are Hamilton Crewellâs son, then I would think you stand to inherit a great deal of money.â At the same time she heard what sounded like a voice-over. âAnd just what do you think youâre doing?â
This second question did not come from the recorder. It came from the doorway.
Herculeah and Meat looked up. Mrs. Jones was in the door to the hall. She repeated her question, âAnd just what do you think youâre doing?â
Herculeah tried to think of an answer while the tape recorder continued playing. âThatâs not why Iâm here,â said the Moloch.
âWhy havenât you come forward before this?â
âLet us say, I couldnât.â
âWhy not?â
Silence.
âWhat did you mean when you said you couldnât get out?â
In the doorway, Herculeahâs mother was holding a rolled sheaf of papers in one hand, a briefcase in the other. She dropped both as she moved quickly over to the desk.
âHave you ever heard of the Bromwell Asylum for the Criminally Insane?â
Herculeahâs mother snapped off the recorder before it could play her response. The only sound now was her furious breathing.
âGo home, Meat,â she said at last.
âMe?â
âHow many people named Meat are there in this house? In this world?â
Herculeahâs mother was so mad she was hissing through her teeth now, and a light spray of spit landed on Meatâs chin. He did not dare wipe it off because that might offend her and make her even angrier.
He got up clumsily and moved back out of the line of fire. âI was just getting ready to go anyway. But I felt I needed to hear this.â He pointed to the hidden recorder. He put one hand to his chin in a thoughtful gesture and wiped off the spit.
âMrs. Jones,â he continued, âthe Moloch may be a danger to me. He has seen me several times, and I didnât mean to, but I couldnât help but overhear the words âcriminally insane.â I need to know if the Moloch has any criminally insane plans toward me.â
âYou donât need to hear anything-not on my tape recorder, you donât. This is extremely confidential material.â
Mrs. Jones swirled to point her finger in Herculeahâs face. âAnd you know that, even if Meat doesnât.â
Herculeah looked down at the desktop.
Meat cleared his throat. âWell, Iâm on my way.â
There was a silence as Meat crossed the room. He paused as he passed Mrs. Jonesâs spilled papers to see if he could see anything. He paused again in the hall to see if he could hear anything.
All he heard was Mrs. Jones saying, âGood-bye, Meat,â in such a sharp way that there was only one thing for Meat to do. He left.
11
A TERRIBLE CURIOSITY
When the front door had closed behind him, Herculeahâs mother said, âWhat is the explanation for this?â
Herculeah sighed.
âI want the truth.â
âWell, yesterday ...â