prove?â
âNothing definite. He just thinks youâre not telling the truth.â
âThe truth about what?â
âEverything. I warned you, heâs simply not rational.â
âThatâs a quaint way of putting it. The manâs a maniac.â
âOnly where Amy is concerned.â
âIsnât that enough?â Rupert pounded the desk with his fist in a half-conscious imitation of Gill. âEver since Amy and I have been married heâs been trying to break us up. Heâs been sitting around hoping Iâd beat her or chase other women or turn into a lush or a drug addict, anyÂthing. Anything at all, just so Amy would leave me and climb back into the family nest like a goddamn baby bird. Well, heâs half succeeded. Sheâs left me, but she didnât head back for the nest.â
âShe hasnât left you, Rupert. Not really. IâI read the letter.â She flushed slightly and twisted one of the rings on her plump fingers. âGill asked me to read it.â
âWhy?â
âHe wanted my opinion about whether it made senseâfemale sense, as he called itâand about whether I thought the handwriting was, well, authentic.â
âAnd was it?â
âOf course. I told Gill the handwriting was unmistakÂably Amyâs. Only . . .â
She paused, working at the ring again as if it had shrunk in size and was hurting her. It was the diamond Gill had given her twenty years ago. Amy had still been in the nest then, baby bird Amy, featherless, formless, her mouth constantly open not because of hunger, bird-style, but because of a bad case of adenoids. The adenoids had been removed, feathers grew, wings developed; but thereâd been no place to fly until Rupert came along. Helene remembered Amyâs wedding day more clearly, and more happily, than her own. Bye bye, blackbird.
âOnly what?â Rupert said.
âHe didnât trust my judgment. Yesterday he took the letter to a handwriting expert, a private detective named Dodd.â
Rupert leaned forward, mute with shock. From Borowitzâs office next door came the spasmodic coughing of the adding machine. Business as usual, Rupert thought, Borowitz feeding figures into the machine and coming up with answers. And a few blocks away, in another office, Gill was coming up with answers too, only there was something the matter with his machine, a loose screw. âWhat,â he said finally, âdoes he think has happened to Amy?â
âHeâs not thinking, heâs feeling, donât you see that? None of his ideas makes sense. Thatâs why I came here, to warn you. Also because Iâm worried, Iâm worried sick. Itâs not good for Gillâs health to have these ideas.â
âItâs not good for mine either, obviously. Tell me some of these ideas of his.â
âYou wonât get mad again?â
âI canât afford to. The situationâs too serious.â
âAll right then. He said last night heâs not sure Amy ever came home at all.â
âThen where is she?â
âStill in Mexico.â
âDoing what?â
âDoing nothing. He thinksâno, I donât mean thinks, I mean feels. He feels sheâs dead.â
Rupert didnât even look surprised. The surprises were over, he knew now Gill was capable of anything. âA psychiatrist would have a ball with that one. Has he manÂaged to feel how she died?â
âNo.â
âOr when?â
âDuring the week that you were down there.â
âSo I went to Mexico City,â Rupert said, sounding very detached, âand killed my wife. Did I have any particular reason?â
âMoney. And Miss Burton.â
âI wanted to inherit Amyâs money and marry Miss BurÂton, is that it?â
âYes.â She had managed to work the ring off her finÂger. She sat now with it in her lap, not
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