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t to move to Canada to begin with； especially a place as remote as Invermere。 When we got there； having me in the house all day long； trying to write 。 。 。 well； we got on each other's nerves。 And that's putting it mildly。〃 He shrugged； shook his head。 〃Funny thing was； she grew to like it up there。 Seems my moving back here was just about the final straw。〃
Madame Merle returned with Pendergast's order； and D'Agosta decided it was time to change the subject。 〃What about you？〃 he asked almost aggressively。 〃What have you been up to？ New York keeping you busy？〃
〃Actually； I've recently returned from the Midwest。 Kansas； to be precise； where I was handling a case…a small case； but not without its； ah； interesting features。〃
〃And Grove？〃
〃As you know； Vincent； I have an interest…some might call it an unhealthy interest…in unusual homicides。 I've traveled to places far more distant than Long Island in pursuit of them。 A bad habit； but very hard to break。〃 Pendergast pierced an egg with his knife； and yolk flooded out over the plate。 More yellow。
〃So； are you official？〃
〃My freelancing days are over。 The FBI is a different place。 Yes； I'm official。〃 And he patted the cell phone in his pocket。
〃What's the hook？ I mean； for the feds。 Drugs？ Terrorism？〃
〃Just what I told Lieutenant Braskie…possibility of interstate flight。 It's weak； but it will have to serve。〃 Pendergast leaned forward； lowering his voice slightly。 〃I need your help； Vincent。〃
D'Agosta looked over。 Was he kidding？
〃We made a good team once。〃
〃But I'm 。 。 。〃 He hesitated。 〃You don't need my help。〃 He said it more angrily than he meant。 He found those damn eyes on him again。
〃Not as much as you need my help； perhaps。〃
〃What do you mean？ I don't need anybody's help。 I'm doing fine。〃
〃Forgive the liberty； but you are not doing fine。〃
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃
〃You're working far below your capacity。 Not only is that a waste of your talents； but it's all too clear in your attitude。 Lieutenant Braskie seems to be basically decent； and he may be somewhat intelligent； but you do not belong under his supervision。 Once he's chief； your relationship will only grow worse。〃
〃You think that asshole is intelligent and decent？ Christ； if you could spend a day working for him； you'd change your tune。〃
〃It's you； Vincent； who needs to change your tune。 There are far worse policemen than Lieutenant Braskie； and we've worked with them。〃
〃So you're going to save me； is that it？〃
〃No； Vincent。 It's the case that will save you。 From yourself。〃
D'Agosta stood up。 〃I don't have to take this shit from you or anyone。〃 He pulled out his wallet； dropped a crumpled five on the table； and stalked out。
Ten minutes later D'Agosta found Pendergast in the same place he'd left him； the crumpled bill still sitting there。 He pulled out the chair； sat down； and ordered another iced tea； his face burning。 Pendergast merely nodded as he finished the last bite of his lunch。 Then he removed a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and laid it gently on the table。
〃This is a list of the four people who attended Jeremy Grove's last party； and the name and number of the priest who received his final phone call。 It's as good a place to start as any。 Considering how short the list is； there are some rather interesting names on it。〃 He pushed the paper across the table。
D'Agosta nodded。 The burning sensation began to ebb as he looked at the names and addresses。 Something began to stir in him： the old excitement of working a case。 A good case。
〃How's this going to work； with me being on the Southampton P。D。 and all？〃
〃I will arrange with Lieutenant Braskie to get you assigned as the local FBI liaison officer。〃
〃He'll never go for it。〃
〃On the contrary； he will be only too happy to get rid of you。 And in any case； it won't be presented as a request。 Braskie； as you pointed out； is a political animal； and he will do as he is told。〃
D'Agosta nodded。
Pendergast checked his watch。 〃Almost two。 e on； Vincent； we've got a long drive ahead of us。 Priests dine early； but we might just catch Father Cappi if we hurry。〃
6
D'Agosta felt like he'd been swallowed by Ahab's white whale；cushioned as he was in the white leather interior of a '59 Rolls…Royce Silver Wraith。 Chauffeured； no less。 Pendergast had certainly e up in the world since the bad old days of the museum murders； when he drove a late…model Buick from the Bureau pool。 Maybe a relative died and left him a few billion。 He glanced over。 Or maybe the time for dissembling had simply passed。
The car was cruising up Route 9； along a beautiful stretch of the middle Hudson Valley north of Poughkeepsie 。 After months spent among low sand dunes and beach scrub； D'Agosta found the lush greenery and rolling hills a relief to the eyes。 Here and there； old mansions could be seen： set far back from the road； overlooking the river or tucked in among copses of trees。 Some had signs identifying them as monasteries or retreats； others still seemed to be in private ownership。 Despite the warmth of the day； there were already strong traces of fall coloring in the trees that marched up the gentle slopes。
The car slowed； then slid into a long cobbled driveway； ing at last to a noiseless stop beneath a red…brick porte…cochère。 As he stepped out of the car； D'Agosta found himself before a rambling； Flemish…style mansion。 A narrow bell tower at the flank of the building appeared to be a later addition。 Beyond； well…tended greensward swept down toward the Hudson。 A plaque screwed into the facade announced that the structure was built in 1874 and was now designated a historic site on the National Register of Historic Places。
Their knock was answered by a cowled monk in brown robes； a silken rope tied around his waist。 Without a word； he ushered them into an elegant interior smelling of time and wax polish。 Pendergast bowed and presented the monk with a card； in turn； the monk nodded and beckoned。 They followed him through several turnings and twistings of corridors to a spartan room； whitewashed and bare save for a single crucifix and two rows of hard wooden chairs along opposite walls。 A single window near the exposed rafters let in a bar of light。
The monk bowed and withdrew。 Moments later； another figure appeared in the door。 He； too； was dressed in a monk's habit； but when he drew back the collar； D'Agosta was surprised to find a man well over six feet； broad…shouldered； square…jawed； with black eyes that sparkled with vigor。 In the background； he could hear the faint peal of bells as the changes began to ring in the tower。 Somehow it gave him the shivers。
〃I'm Father Bernard Cappi；〃 the man said。 〃Wele to the Hyde Park Carthaginian Monastery。 Here we're under a vow of silence； but we meet in this particular room once a week to talk。 We call it the Disputation Chamber； because this is where we piss and moan。 You build up a lot of resentments in a week of silence。〃 He swept his robes back； taking a seat。
〃This is my associate； Sergeant D'Agosta；〃 Pendergast said； following the monk's lead。 〃He may want to ask questions as well。〃
〃Pleased to make your acquaintance。〃 The priest crushed his hand in greeting。This is no gentle lamb of God； thought D'Agosta。 He eased down in the chair； shifting； trying hard to get fortable。 He failed。 The room； despite the sunny day outside； felt cold and damp。 God； he would never make a good monk。
〃I sincerely apologize for this intrusion；〃 said Pendergast。
〃Quite all right。 I just hope I can be of help。 This is a tragic business。〃
〃We'll take as little of your time as possible。 Perhaps we should begin with the telephone call。〃
〃As I told the police； the call came to my home at 3：10 in the morning…the answering machine registered the time…but every year I take a two…week retreat here； and so I wasn't home to receive it。 I check my messages upon rising…it's a violation of the rules； but I've got an elderly mother。 I immediately headed out to Long Island； but； of course； it was too late。〃
〃Why did he call you？〃
〃That's a plicated question requiring a long answer。〃
Pendergast nodded at him to proceed。
〃Jeremy Grove and I go way back。 We met at Columbia as students many years ago。 I went on to the priesthood； and he went to Florence to study art。 In those days； we were both…well； I wouldn't call us religious in the usual sense of the word。 We were both spirituallyintrigued 。 We used to argue to all hours of the morning about questions of faith； epistemology； the nature of good and evil； and so forth。 I went on to study theology at Mount St。 Mary's。 We continued our friendship； and a few years later I officiated over Grove's marriage。〃
〃I see；〃 murmured Pendergast。
〃Grove stayed in Florence and I visited him several times。 He was living in a beautiful villa in the hills south of the city。〃
D'Agosta cleared his throat。 〃Where'd he get his money？〃
〃An interesting story； Sergeant。 He bought a painting at an auction at Sotheby's that was billed as being by a late follower of Raphael。 Grove was able to prove it as the hand of the master himself； turned around and s