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Brisbane frowned。 〃No。 No； nothing like that。 So； if it's all the same to you…〃
〃One moment； Mr。 Brisbane。 And where did you say you live？〃
〃I didn't say。 Ninth Street； near University Place。〃
〃Hmmm。 No more than a dozen blocks from Tompkins Square Park。 Where the second murder took place。〃
〃That's a very interesting coincidence； no doubt。〃
〃It is。〃 Custer glanced out the windows； where Central Park lay beneath a mantle of darkness。 〃And no doubt it's a coincidence that the first murder took place right out there； in the Ramble。〃
Brisbane's frown deepened。 〃Really； Detective； I think we've reached the point where questions end and speculation begins。〃 He pushed back his chair； prepared to stand up。 〃And now； if you don't mind； I'd like to get on with the business of clearing your men out of this Museum。〃
Custer made a suppressing motion with one hand； glanced again at Noyes。 Get ready。 〃There's just one other thing。 The third murder。〃 He slid a piece of paper out of his notebook with a nonchalant motion。 〃Do you know an Oscar Gibbs？〃
〃Yes； I believe so。 Mr。 Puck's assistant。〃
〃Exactly。 According to the testimony of Mr。 Gibbs； on the afternoon of October 12； you and Mr。 Puck had a little； ah； discussion in the Archives。 This was after you found out that Human Resources had not supported your remendation to fire Puck。〃
Brisbane colored slightly。 〃I wouldn't believe everything you hear。〃
Custer smiled。 〃I don't； Mr。 Brisbane。 Believe me； I don't。〃 He followed this with a long； delicious pause。 〃Now； this Mr。 Oscar Gibbs said that you and Puck were yelling at each other。 Or rather； you were yelling at Puck。 Care to tell me； in your words； what that was about？〃
〃I was reprimanding Mr。 Puck。〃
〃What for？〃
〃Neglecting my instructions。〃
〃Which were？〃
〃To stick to his job。〃
〃To stick to his job。 How had he been deviating from his job？〃
〃He was doing outside work； helping Nora Kelly with her external projects； when I had specifically…〃
It was time。 Custer pounced。
〃According to Mr。 Oscar Gibbs； you were （and I will read）： screaming and yelling and threatening to bury Mr。 Puck。 He （that's you； Mr。 Brisbane） said he wasn't through by a long shot。〃 Custer lowered the paper； glanced at Brisbane。 〃That's the word you used： 'bury。' 〃
〃It's a mon figure of speech。〃
〃And then； not twenty…four hours later； Puck's body was found； gored on a dinosaur in the Archives。 After having been butchered； most likely in those very same Archives。 An operation like that takes time； Mr。 Brisbane。 Clearly； it was done by somebody who knew the Museum's ways very well。 Someone with a security clearance。 Someone who could move around the Museum without exciting notice。 An insider； if you will。 And then； Nora Kelly gets a phony note； typed on Puck's typewriter； asking her to e down…and she herself is attacked； pursued with deadly intent。 Nora Kelly。 The other thorn in your side。 The third thorn； the FBI agent； was in the hospital at this point； having been attacked by someone wearing a derby hat。〃
Brisbane stared at him in disbelief。
〃Why didn't you want Puck to help Nora Kelly in her…what did you call them…external projects？〃
This was answered by silence。
〃What were you afraid she would find？ They would find？〃
Brisbane's mouth worked briefly。 〃I 。 。 。 I 。 。 。〃
Now Custer slipped in the knife。 〃Why the copycat angle； Mr。 Brisbane？ Was it something you found in the Archives？ Is that what prompted you to do it？ Was Puck getting too close to learning something？〃
At this； Brisbane found his voice at last。 He shot to his feet。 〃Now； just a minute…〃
Custer turned。 〃Officer Noyes？〃
〃Yes？〃 Noyes responded eagerly。
〃Cuff him。〃
〃No；〃 Brisbane gasped。 〃You fool； you're making a terrible mistake…〃
Custer worked his way out of the chair…it was not as smooth a motion as he would have wished…and began abruptly booming out the Miranda rights： 〃You have the right to remain silent…〃
〃This is an outrage…〃
〃…you have the right to an attorney…〃
〃I will not accept this！〃
〃…you have the right…〃
He thundered it out to the bitter end； overriding Brisbane's protestations。 He watched as the gleeful Noyes slapped the cuffs on the man。 It was the most satisfying collar Custer could ever remember。 It was； in fact； the single greatest job of police work he had done in his life。 This was the stuff of legend。 For many years to e； they'd be telling the story of how Captain Custer put the cuffs on the Surgeon。
FIVE
PENDERGAST SET OFF up Riverside once again； black suit coat open and flapping behind him in the Manhattan night。 Nora hurried after。 Her thoughts returned to Smithback； imprisoned in one of these gaunt buildings。 She tried to force the image from her mind； but it kept returning； again and again。 She was almost physically sick with worry about what might be happening…what might have already happened。
She wondered how she could have been so angry with him。 It's true that much of the time he was impossible…a schemer； impulsive； always looking for an angle； always getting himself into trouble。 And yet many of those same negative qualities were his most endearing。 She thought back to how he'd dressed up as a bum to help her retrieve the old dress from the excavation； how he'd e to warn her after Pendergast was stabbed。 When push came to shove； he was there。 She had been awfully hard on him。 But it was too late to be sorry。 She suppressed a sob of bitter regret。
They moved past guttered mansions and once elegant townhouses； now festering crack dens and shooting galleries for junkies。 Pendergast gave each building a searching look； always turning away with a little shake of his head。
Nora's thoughts flitted briefly to Leng himself。 It seemed impossible that he could still be alive； concealed within one of these crumbling dwellings。 She glanced up the Drive again。 She had to concentrate； try to pick his house out from the others。 Wherever he lived； it would be fortable。 A man who had lived over a hundred and fifty years would be excessively concerned with fort。 But it would no doubt give the surface impression of being abandoned。 And it would be well…nigh impregnable…Leng wouldn't want any unexpected visitors。 This was the perfect neighborhood for such a place： abandoned； yet once elegant； externally shabby； yet livable inside； boarded up； very private。
The trouble was； so many of the buildings met those criteria。
Then； near the corner of 138th Street； Pendergast stopped dead。 He turned； slowly； to face yet another abandoned building。 It was a large； decayed mansion； a hulking shadow of bygone glory； set back from the street by a small service drive。 Like many others； the first floor had been securely boarded up with tin。 It looked just like a dozen other buildings they had passed。 And yet Pendergast was staring at it with an expression of intentness Nora had not seen before。
Silently； he turned the corner of 138th Street。 Nora followed； watching him。 The FBI agent moved slowly； eyes mostly on the ground； with just occasional darted glances up at the building。 They continued down the block until they reached the corner of Broadway。 The moment they turn