Nightwork

'But you still call out her name in your sleep.' 'If you say so,' I said.

'Do you still love her?' She smiled. 'Some of the time?' I waited a long time before answering. 'I don't know,' I said. 'Don't you think you'd better see her and find out?'

Yes,' I said.

23

The trip back to Porto Ercole the next morning was a quiet one. Neither of us spoke much. I was busy with my own thoughts and I suppose Evelyn was busy with hers. She sat far over on her side of the car, her hands in her lap, her face composed and grave. Pat, unmentioned and thousands of miles away in snowbound Vermont, was a dark presence in the sunny Italian morning. I had told Evelyn I would go and

see her. 'The sooner the better,' Evelyn had said. I would have to call Fabian and tell him I was arriving in New York. By way of New England.

When we got to the Pellicano, they told me that Quadrocelli had been in looking for me the night before. I asked the girl at the desk to get him for me on the phone. 'Welcome home,' he said, when the connection was made. 'Did you enjoy Rome?'

'Moderately,' I said.

'You are becoming blasé.' He laughed. He did not sound like a man whose plant had recently been sabotaged. 'It is a beautiful morning,' he said. 'I thought today would be nice for the trip to Genuttri. The sea is gentle. Would you like to go?'

I have to ask my friend.' Evelyn was standing beside me at the desk. 'He wants to take us for a ride on his boat. Do you want to go?'

'Why not?' Evelyn said.

'We'd be delighted,' I said into the phone.

'Fine. My wife will pack us a picnic hamper. She will not accompany us. She despises boats. She has transmitted this trait to -her daughters, alas.' His voice was cheerful as he described the non-admiration for life at sea of the women of his family. I must always be on the lookout for other companionship. Do you know where the Yacht Club is in the harbor?'

Yes.'

Can you be there in an hour?*

'Whenever you say.'

'An hour. I will be there getting the boat ready. Bring sweaters. It can get cold...'

'By the way, how bad was the damage at the plant?' I asked.

'Normally bad,' he said. 'For Italy. Do you know anybody who wants to buy a highly up-to-date, slowly failing printing establishment?'

No,' I said.

'Neither do I.' He was laughing merrily as he hung up.

The idea of sailing to the island on the horizon attracted

me. Not so much for the cruise itself as for the fact that for a full afternoon Evelyn and I would not be alone together. I decided to invite Quadrocelli and his wife to dinner with us. That would take care of the evening, too.

Evelyn went up to our room to change for the outing and I put in a call for Fabian. While waiting for the call to come through, I read the morning's Rome Daily American. In a column of social notes, there was an item about David Lorimer. He was being transferred to Washington. A farewell party was being arranged in his honor. I threw the paper away. I didn't want Evelyn to read it.

'Holy God, man,' Fabian said, when I finally reached him. 'Do you know what time it is?'

'Noon.'

'In Italy,' Fabian complained. 'It's six o'clock in the morning here. What civilized human being wakes up a friend at six in the morning?'

'Sorry about that,' I said. 'I just didn't want to make you wait for the good news.'

'What good news?' His voice was suspicious.

'I'm coming back to the States.'

What's so good about that?'

'I'll tell you when I see you. Private business. Can you hear me? This connection is lousy.'

'I can hear you,' he said. 'All too well.'

'The real reason I'm calling is to find out where you want me to leave the car.'

'Why don't you wait where you are and I'll come over and we can discuss this calmly.'

I can't wait,' I said. 'And I'm calm right now.'

'You can't wait.' I could hear him sigh at the other end of the wire. 'All right - can you drive the car to Paris? Tell the concierge at the Plaza-Athénée to put it in a garage for me. I have some business to look into in Paris.'

He could have said someplace more convenient - like Fiumicino. He was a man who had some business to look into everywhere - Rome, Milan, Nice, Brussels, Geneva, Helsinki. He was being purposely inconvenient to discipline me. But I was in no mood to argue with him.

'Okay,' I said. 'Paris it will be.'

'You know you've ruined my day, don't you?'

There'll be other days,' I said pleasantly.

* * *

When we drove down to the harbor and parked the car, I could see Quadrocelli coiling rope on the deck of his little white cabin cruiser, tied fore and aft to the dock of the Yacht Club. Most of the other boats in the harbor were still fitted out with their winter tarpaulins and the dock was deserted except for him.