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before he stuck his bleak face outside. I was surprised. A stiffneck named
Gerris Genord usually answered the door.
His nose rolled up instantly. "What in the world? . . . Are you aware of the
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state of your apparel?"
"Plenty. I was headed over here. I got ambushed in the stable. I'll want to
talk that over with the boss, too. But first, why don't I go around back,
shuck out of all this horse flavoring, and wash down? If you've got somebody
who can bring me a towel and something else to wear."
"Thoughtful of you, Garrett. Take care you don't fall afoul of any pigs or
cattle on your journey."
"Careful is my new middle name."
The Goddamn Parrot decided that was his cue to laugh. He sounded like a
donkey braying.
I strolled around to the tradesman's gate. I waited there for ten minutes. I
started talking to myself, or maybe thinking out loud to the Goddamn Parrot.
Gilbey himself finally showed up to open the gate and let me into a large
paved courtyard that would have been the shipping point had the mansion
actually become a brewery.
"You get lost backstairs? Or are you just the only one home who'll risk "
"I ran into Alyx. I had to discourage her from supervising your ablutions
personally."
That might have been interesting. "Must be this glamorous life I lead."
"I wouldn't get too interested in Alyx."
"Me neither. Max is my bread and butter." Oh, did it hurt to say that and
actually try to mean it. The more I thought about how wonderfully Alyx had
grown up the more
"And I understand you're taken."
"Awk!" Chuckles in parrotese.
"This bird and me, we're a hot number. Nothing is going to come between us."
"I expect Miss Tate will be devastated."
Manvil is business all the time. He took himself and life and everything else
much too seriously. "You should relax, Gilbey. Take a night off. Go out
somewhere where nobody knows you, get fucked up and party your ass off."
Gilbey's eyes widened a skillionth of an inch. "Sound advice, no doubt. It's
certainly done you well. I'll consider it."
"Go after it the way you did when you were young and in the service."
"I was in the Judge Advocate's office."
"Wouldn't you know." He probably prosecuted guys for smiling on the job.
"I don't recall ever having criticized the way you live your life, Mr.
Garrett."
"Ouch!" Despite his obvious disapproval. "Point taken, Mr. Gilbey. And that
makes you a treasure. Everyone else is critical, including my partner, my
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housekeeper, my girlfriend, my best friend, even this ludicrous buzzard."
The Goddamn Parrot cracked an eyelid and went to all the trouble of
interjecting an "Awk" as bitterly cold as any corpse.
For a second I thought Gilbey might crack a smile.
He didn't but I knew how to get to him now. With the unanticipated. With the
kind of humor that blindsides you with the unlikely.
"A troll, an ogre, and a barbarian walk into a tavern. The elephant behind
the bar says, 'We don't serve ' "
"Mice are never amusing."
"You've heard it." I hadn't finished the setup.
"I hear them all. Kittyjo collects them. The more off-color the better. I
have to listen to them. Here we are. I had several buckets of hot water
brought around. Use them as you will."
"Can I ask you something, Gilbey?"
He waited, neither offering permission nor denying it.
"You're a right guy. You're Max's pal. His sidekick. But half the time you
talk like some kind of butler or something."
"We are what we are, Garrett. You should find soap, towels, and fresh
clothing inside. Rinse down the floor when you're done. Courtesy to the next
bather. When you're ready, meet us in Max's study."
"Thanks. For everything and whatever."
I stepped into the place he had made available. The floor was zinc. So were
the walls. The staff were allowed to bathe there. Horses got scrubbed down
there, too.
A selection of clothing, soap, a brush, and three steaming buckets all sat on
a bench. A doorway without a door in it opened into a chamber about five feet
by nine, also floored and walled with zinc. The floor sloped to a central
drain. A bizarre apparatus consisting of a barrel and lead pipes hung
overhead. You filled the tank by climbing a ladder in the outer room.
I figured it out because it resembled a contraption we'd built from a
hardtack barrel in the islands, using bamboo for pipes.
I scrubbed up as good as I have in years.
The clothes were not the sort you'll usually find on one of Mama Garrett's
boys mainly because Mom and all her boys together couldn't afford them. Nor
were they a choice I would've selected, given a choice. They were too dressy,
formal, dull, too dark, more suited to the funeral racket. Also, there was a
waistcoat. And ruffles. Not a plethora of ruffles. Not ruffles like you see
when Morley dresses up. But ruffles.
Ruffles aren't me.
The Goddamn Parrot resumed station on my shoulder. He made no effort to
control his snickers.
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The clothing smelled like it had been stored. Maybe it had belonged to one of
the Weider boys. In happier times. Not Ty, though. He was smaller than me.
Probably the only one who hadn't come home. I couldn't remember his name.
The tools were there so I shaved. I don't know why I didn't seize the
opportunity to cut the Goddamn Parrot's throat. It was one in a thousand. And
nobody was looking.
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Old Man Weider stands about two hairs over five and a half feet tall but he
has a much bigger presence. He's a round-faced, ruddy-skinned guy with
close-cropped white hair, most of which has migrated to the sides of his head,
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