Larry said, âhow about that fire in the professorâs wastebasket?â
âLetâs not talk business,â Henry said, but Laura was all for the suggested topic.
âAnd he didnât even get one of those threatening letters,â she said.
âWhat threatening letters?â Henry wanted to know.
âThatâs confidential,â Larry said to Laura.
âOh pooh. Itâs all they talk about in the office.â
âTell me,â Henry urged Laura, and Kimberley turned pouting away.
So he got the official story. The provost, the dean of Arts and Letters, Professor Wack in English, and Charlie Weis, the football coach. Henry listened as if this were all news to him. He would have to tell Izquierdo of the reaction to those messages, if he didnât already know. Izquierdo talked as if he wouldnât mind firebombing Wackâs office himself.
âLook,â Larry said, assuming a tone of authority. âTheyâre just a prank.â
âSo why the secrecy?â
âIt would still be bad publicity. Who wants such a story about Notre Dame to get around?â
Who indeed? Henry pushed closer to Kimberley. ââIâm nobody, who are you?ââ
ââIâm nobody, too.ââ And she squeezed his arm. âI love that poem.â
14
The story in Via Media about the fire in the wastebasket of Professor Izquierdo set the Old Bastardsâ table aroar with excitement. Armitage Shanks felt vindicated. When he had passed on the rumor that threatening letters were circulating on the campus, he had been scorned.
âI told you so,â he said with all the satisfaction the phrase conveyed.
âHe probably dropped a cigarette in the wastebasket.â
âYou canât smoke in Decio.â
âYou mean youâre forbidden to,â Goucher corrected. âProhibitions donât confer incapacity.â Goucher had taught philosophy for forty-two years, without great success.
âHe blames a colleague. Some idiot named Wack.â
A wide smile replaced the vague expression on Pottsâs face. âRemember when we locked the dean in his private john?â
The faculty had resented the fact that the dean had a private washroom, and locking him into it had seemed condign punishment. Chuckles went round the table. Debbie, the hostess, took an empty chair, singing softly, âI Donât Want to Set the World on Fire.â
âIs this a confession?â
âAre you a priest?â
âWhat do you hear about the conflagration in the wastebasket?â
âJust what I read in the papers.â
âMaybe thatâs how theyâll get rid of this place, burn it down.â
Debbie put her hands over her ears. âI donât want to hear about it.â
Armitage Shanks developed his theory that they had entered a period analogous to the phony war that had been prelude to World War II. War had been declared, but nothing much happened for months. He began to develop the parallelâthe threat to the club, the countering protest, now long silenceâbut no one listened.
âWho was dean at the time?â
âAt what time?â
âWhen he got locked in the john.â
âSheedy?â
âNo, it was after him. Sheedy was all right. He was always hiding in the back room of the museum where he could read.â
âHe had one assistant dean.â
âDevere Plunkett.â
âHave you seen the present setup? I think the dean-to-student ratio is smaller than faculty-to-student. And theyâre all living like Oriental satraps. Iâm surprised no one has firebombed the place.â
âHe was one of those threatened.â
âHow do you know these things?â
âI make them up.â
âGuess who I ran into yesterday,â Plaisance said.
âIn your car?â
âAn old student. He recognized me, I didnât recognize him. Quirk. He asked me why
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