Wilt in Nowhere

Chapter 17

‘I’m so worried about Henry,’ Eva told Auntie Joan. ‘I’ve tried calling him time and again–seven times today–and he’s never in.’

‘Maybe he’s teaching this course you told me about. The one about Tradition and Culture for Canadians.’

‘But that only takes up an hour or two and he wouldn’t be teaching it at six in the morning,’ said Eva. ‘I mean, the time difference is five hours, isn’t it?’

‘It’s five hours later in the UK. The time there now must be around midnight,’ said Auntie Joan. In his chair in front of the TV Uncle Wally groaned. He’d had a hard day trying to keep the thought of Dr Cohen and the scandal of being known as a sodomiser out of his mind. It was impossible. Life in Wilma could become impossible. The scandal had come at the worst possible time just when he was thinking of diversifying Immelmann Enterprises into pharmaceuticals. And here he was saddled with a woman who didn’t know that English time was five hours ahead of Eastern US time. Like she didn’t understand the sun rose in the east.

‘But then he must be at home,’ said Eva, her anxiety reaching a new pitch. ‘I’ve been phoning him every day around this time because he finishes his course by midday and he never stays out late at night. Do you think I should try again?’

‘Yes,’ said Wally. ‘I definitely think you should. He could have had an accident. Guy down in Alabama fell off a stepladder last fall and his wife kept calling and he couldn’t reach the phone. Couldn’t make the fridge either. Died of starvation. That and thirst. They didn’t find him until some kids broke in and there he was nothing but skin and bone.’

He didn’t have to say any more. Eva was already in the bedroom trying to get through again.

‘You didn’t have to tell her that,’ said Auntie Joan. ‘That was a real mean thing to say.’

‘I did and it wasn’t. Like being cooped up in prison with her and those nieces of yours.’

‘And yours, Wally Immelmann, your nieces too.’

Wally smiled a nasty smile and shook his head. ‘I married you, honey, not your fucking family. Ain’t no blood relations of mine.’

Before another full-scale quarrel could develop Eva had returned with the news that the phone at home had rung and rung and Henry still hadn’t answered.

‘Guy’s got good sense not to,’ said Wally to himself. He didn’t say it out loud.

‘Isn’t there some friend you could get to see where he is?’ Auntie Joan asked.

Eva said Henry didn’t like the Mottrams and he wasn’t on good terms with the neighbours.

‘His best friend is Peter Braintree. I suppose I could try them.’

She went back into the bedroom and came out five minutes later.

‘They don’t answer either,’ she said. ‘It’s the summer holidays and they always go away.’

‘Perhaps Henry has gone with them,’ said Auntie Joan.

But Eva wasn’t convinced. ‘He’d have told me if he’d been going to do that. He definitely said he had to stay behind because he has this course for the Canadians to teach. We need the money for the girls’ education.’

‘From what they said to the Revd Cooper…’ Wally began and was silenced by a look from his wife.

‘Tomorrow we’ll go out in the sail boat and have ourselves a picnic,’ she said. ‘It’s really nice out on the lake this time of the year.’

In the swimming-pool the quads were having a wonderful time.

‘Honestly, how those girls do enjoy the pool,’ said Auntie Joan. ‘They’re having a whale of a time.’

‘Sure are,’ said Uncle Wally. He reckoned he knew why they were so peculiar. With a mother as dumb as Eva it was surprising they could talk. For the first time he was surprised to find himself feeling fond of them. They took his mind off his other worries.

But Eva’s thoughts were concentrated on Henry. It wasn’t like him to be out all the time. And he couldn’t have gone away. If he had, he would certainly have phoned to let her know. She didn’t know who to turn to. Besides, if anything had happened to him like he’d been knocked over or been taken ill, someone would have got in touch with her. She’d left her name and Auntie Joan’s address and telephone number on the cork pin board in the kitchen where no one could miss it and just to be on the safe side had given it to Mavis Mottram. Henry might not like Mavis or Patrick Mottram and they certainly didn’t like him–Mavis’s feelings amounted to loathing because, Eva suspected, she’d once made a pass at Henry and he’d told her where to get off–but even so Mavis would have been the first to let her know if anything serious had happened. She’d relish doing it. On the other hand Eva didn’t relish having to phone Mavis and ask her what Henry was doing. She’d only do that as a last resort. In the meantime she tried to console herself with the thought that the girls were learning so much and having such a good time with it.

She was unknowingly correct on both counts. Josephine and Samantha had retrieved the tape recorder from under the bed and on the excuse that they just wanted a quiet day playing music in their room asked could they borrow Uncle Wally’s earphones so as not to disturb him and Auntie Joan.

Uncle Wally jumped at the opportunity. ‘Make yourselves at home, feel free,’ he said enthusiastically, showing them his music workroom. ‘I built this sound system myself and though I do say it, it’s got to be the best this side of Nashville, Tennessee. Man, I doubt even Elvis himself had anything this powerful. I call it my music operations centre. With the equipment I got in here I can blast a boat out of the water with Tina Turner at three miles. And deafen a fucking…well, anyway a bear at five hundred yards. The way I look at it, girls, you got to have decibels, and I’m telling you the speakers I got installed in the grounds up trees and you name it, all water- and weatherproofed, are so powerful I could play a tape of a Shuttle launch and it would make more noise than the real thing. Did it for your auntie because she don’t like bears too much so I got this gunfire tape and I put it on a timing device so it goes off every hour we’re away. And I can vary it, too. Sometimes only every four hours and then three shots in a few minutes. I got a banshee sound, too, that don’t do intruders any good. Come over the gate or the fence and sensors in the ground pick up the intruder and all hell breaks loose. Tried it out one time on a guy who came to serve an injunction on me. He got through the gates OK and then I closed them automatically behind him and let this baby go full bore. Couldn’t tell he was screaming till I switched it off. Could see he wasn’t having the nicest time because he was trying to climb the gates to get out and running around like he was crazy. He dived in the lake in the end and I had to fish him out because he couldn’t swim. Couldn’t hear, either, by that time. I never did get that injunction. I reckon he lost it someplace like he lost his hearing for a while. Wanted to sue but didn’t get no place. No witness and bears don’t give evidence in court and besides, I’ve got influence in these parts. When I talk people listen to old Wally Immelmann and no mistake. Learn something, too.’

The quads had thanked Uncle Wally and had taken the earphones up to their room and listened to him and Auntie Joan having their spat in bed. And they certainly learnt something, too. So while he was busy playing mechanics with the Sherman turret and keeping his head down, the quads returned to the music operations centre–Auntie Joan and Eva were baking cookies in the kitchen and Eva was saying how difficult Henry had become and how he needed a new job instead of being stuck at that stuffy old Tech–and went quietly about their business. It was not business Auntie Joan or Eva would have liked knowing about and Uncle Wally’s feelings would have been inexpressible. They found another long reel tape and made a copy of the one they had already heard. Uncle Wally was most helpful. He was beginning to think the only thing wrong with those girls was that they went to a Godless school run by nuns. What they needed was a good American education and help with acquiring good old American know-how. So he came out of the turret and showed them his equipment again and how to do things with it like with the timer and how to copy from reel to reel, and he was very impressed how quickly they picked it all up.

‘Those girls of yours have real talent,’ he told Eva when they were having coffee in the kitchen mid-afternoon. ‘You should let them come over here for their schooling. Put them in Wilma High School and they’d be real Americans no time at all.’

Eva was pleased to hear it and said so. Unfortunately Henry was such a stick-in-the-mud he wouldn’t ever consider emigrating.

By the evening the quads had got Uncle Wally to set up the music operations centre and the timing device to play when they were all out on the lake having a picnic on the island where Uncle Wally had another barbecue.

‘I’d show you what this system can produce in decibels except your auntie doesn’t like it real loud,’ he said. ‘Now what shall we play? Nothing too heavy. Your auntie just loves Abba. I guess it’s kind of old-fashioned for you but it’s soothing and we’ll hear it real good.’ He put the reel on the machine and fed the tape through and presently the house was filled with sound. In the kitchen Auntie Joan had to shout to make Eva hear what she was saying.

‘I hear that Abba again I’m going to go crazy!’ she screamed. ‘I keep telling him I don’t like it any more but he doesn’t listen. Men! I said, ‘Men!”

Eva said Henry didn’t listen to her either. I mean, if she had told him he needed more ambition once she’d told him a thousand times. Auntie Joan nodded. She hadn’t heard a word.

In the music operations centre Uncle Wally turned the tape off and smiled happily. ‘Reverses itself automatically,’ he told the quads. ‘That way you get music non-stop. I tell you one time I had Frankie Sinatra singing ‘My Way’ up here for a month. Of course I’m not around but they told me you could hear it fifteen miles away no problem and that’s with the wind blowing the opposite direction. A guy over Lossville way had to buy a machine-gun to stop the bear stampede from trampling his place to death they were so desperate to get away their way. I’ve told your auntie she’s only got to whistle ‘My Way’ and them bears are going to hit the trail. Won’t come nowhere near her. And it’s got its own independent power plant. Guys trying to burglarise here can cut the main power line it won’t make any difference. Got electricity backup. Now that’s what I call American know-how. I bet they don’t teach you that in England. And them Roman nuns don’t know nothing. Never been…well, I guess you girls could benefit from some of that American know-how.’

The quads already had. While he went to watch a movie and drink some whiskey they took the label off the Abba reel, put it on the one they had made and fed it through just like Uncle Wally had shown them. Then they wiped the Abba reel and put it away in a box and went through to be nice to Auntie Joan and have some cookies.

Next day it rained and even Uncle Wally had to agree it was no time for going out for a picnic.

‘Best be getting back to Wilma. I got an important meeting tomorrow and this rain’s going to stick around.’

They packed into his four-wheeler and drove down the dirt road through the forest. Behind them the timer on the music centre ticked ominously. It was set for six that evening and the volume was at maximum. According to Uncle Wally that was like one thousand decibels.

On the way Eva said she was going to call the neighbours in Oakhurst Avenue even though Henry didn’t get along with them.

‘He’s very private,’ she said. ‘He hates people to know what he’s doing.’

‘Makes sense,’ said Uncle Wally. ‘It’s a free country. Everyone’s entitled to privacy. That’s the First Amendment. No one has to incriminate himself.’

‘What’s ‘incriminate’ mean, Uncle Wally?’ Emmeline asked.

Uncle Wally swelled in the driver’s seat. He liked being asked questions. He had all the answers. ‘Incriminate oneself means to say things that could damage your reputation or land you in court on a criminal charge. It’s like it’s three words, ‘In’ and ‘Crime’ and ‘State’. That’s the way to remember things. Break them up into little lots.’

From their rented house across the street Palowski and Murphy watched the jeep turn in to the Starfighter Mansion and the gates open automatically.

‘Big Foot’s back,’ Murphy told the Surveillance Truck in the disused drive-in over the scrambler.

‘We got him onscreen,’ came the reply. ‘No problem. Vision sound on.’

Murphy sat back and had to agree that all systems were working perfectly. The screen in the room showed Auntie Joan getting out of the four-wheeler and going into the house.

‘Only problem we’ve got is that Mrs Immelmann. Need wide screen to get her all in,’ he told Palowski. ‘That’s sumo on steroids. And here comes another bulk carrier.’ Eva and the quads had entered the hall. ‘I don’t want to see either of them undressing. Put you off sex for life.’

Palowski was more interested in the Wilt girls.

‘Clever using kids like that. Quads. Like they’re special. Nobody’s going to suspect they’re carriers. That Mrs Wilt can’t have any feelings. She gets ten to twenty she’s going to lose custody. If I hadn’t seen that report from the Brits on her record I wouldn’t have thought it possible she’d be involved. Too much to lose.’

‘Weightwise she could afford to. But some people never learn and those girls are more than good cover. Gets a good lawyer to plead for her and work up public sympathy it could be she wouldn’t do any time. Depends how much they were carrying.’

‘Sol said a sample, he thought. She could claim she don’t even know it’s there.’

‘For sure. Not that I care so much about her. It’s that Immelmann bastard I’m out to nail. What’s the schedule for the other house, the one up by the lake?’

Murphy talked to the Surveillance Centre.

‘Says they should have moved in by now. You reckon that place is important?’

‘Got its own air strip. Could be the ideal place for a lab to make the shit.’

But Murphy wasn’t listening. Auntie Joan had gone to the toilet.