Two Much!

33

When Ralph called at ten o’clock Monday morning, I was still groaning and creaking and waiting for Gloria’s latest dose of Excedrin to start to work. A night in the sleeping bag on the office floor had done very little good for my body, and nothing at all for my disposition. Ralph identified himself, and I said, “Now what?”

“You wanted me to find out about your fiancée.” He sounded surprised and hurt at my manner.

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry, Ralph, I had a bad night.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Art. The wedding’s still on, I hope.”

“Not that kind of bad night. What have you got?”

“Well, in the first place,” he said, “there are two Elizabeth Kerners.”

“They’re twins,” I said.

“They’re twins,” he said. “They— Oh. You already knew about that?”

“Right. They spell the name differently. I’m interested in the one with the Z.”

“All right,” he said, and proceeded to tell me things I already knew about the late parents of my girls. The family was as rich as I’d been led to believe, and their business holdings were even more extensive than I’d guessed, in both this country and Canada. There were several collateral branches of the family, uncles and aunts and cousins, but while they tended to have some ownership of Kerner subsidiaries, the controlling interest in the entire empire had been retained by old Albert himself, and had now passed on to his two daughters. “They’re suing one another, you know,” Ralph said.

“Who is?”

“The girls. Elisabeth and Elizabeth.”

“Suing each other? For what?”

“You didn’t know about that?”

“Ralph,” I said, “just answer the question.”

“They’re suing one another for control,” he said. “Their marital status has something to do with that, something in their father’s will. I couldn’t get exact details without seeming too nosy. I’m an attorney, after all, not connected with the case.”

“You’re doing fine, Ralph,” I told him, and he was. “Anything else?”

“The one with the Z — that’s your girl friend?”

“Fiancée.”

“She’s been in some scrapes,” he said doubtfully.

“I’m sure she has.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Art.”

I glanced across at the mirror, next to the closed outeroffice door. “I hope so, too,” I said.

“Do you want details? About the scrapes?”

From the way he said it, I knew I didn’t. “No, I don’t mink so,” I said. “What about Volpinex?”

“The attorney?” he asked uselessly. “He only represents one of the sisters, of course.”

“I know.”

“The one with the Z, your girl friend.”

“I know, Ralph. Give.”

“Well,” he said, “he’s a bona fide member of the New York Bar.”

“I thought he might be,” I said, “but I need something even worse. Is he a crook? A pervert? A member of the Progressive Labor party? A government spokesman?”

“Afraid not,” he said. “He’s a junior partner in the firm of Leek, Conchell & McPoo, and they think very highly of him.”

“They’re wrong.”

“Nevertheless. He was married once, but—”

“She divorced him? Extreme cruelty?”

“She died,” he said. “Automobile accident, while they were on vacation in Maine.”

“He killed her.”

“Ha ha ha,” Ralph said.

“He did, Ralph.”

Ralph said, “Art, be careful with silly things like that. You can say them to me, but some people have no sense of humor.”

“That’s hard for me to believe, Ralph.”

“A remark like that, meant all in fun, could nevertheless be construed as libel.”

I hadn’t meant it all in fun, but what was the point dragging on the conversation? I said, “Ralph, do you have anything negative about the son of a bitch at all, that I could use?”

“Sorry, Art,” he said. “He may be as big a crook as you think, but if so he’s covered his tracks.”

“He would,” I said. “He’s a smart crook.”

“They’re the toughest to get something on,” Ralph said seriously.

“You may have something there,” I said. “Well, I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Ralph.”

“What are friends for?” he asked, reasonably enough. “Oh, by the way, Candy told me to be sure to pass along her very best wishes on your impending marriage.”

“She did, did she? That’s sweet of her.”

“She’s a good old girl,” he said complacently, and then we said our good-byes and we both hung up, and I sat back to contemplate for a while the look that must have been in Candy’s eyes, the little crooked smile on her feline lips, when she’d sent to me through Ralph those best wishes.

Some time in the future, when I had all this twin business sorted out, I really had to take a pass through Candy’s life just once more. For old time’s sake.