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Chapter 3

  WITH GREAT CARE I refolded the paper, thinking furiously. I knew no one in town, unless I counted Fred Sanderson, and the note sounded too high-tone for his ilk. The writer was certainly aware of my nature since he'd taken my earth. He also had to be crazy. Who else but a complete nut would want to make friends with a vampire?

  The map verified the meeting place was indeed only a few blocks from the Stockyards, no more than a ten-minute walk.

  I made it in four.

  Clearly aware it could be some sort of trap, I wavered awhile, torn between curiosity and caution. Grabbing the trunk and running back to Cincinnati was an attractive option, but the identity of my correspondent would remain a mystery, and probably one I couldn't afford. Somewhere down the line I'd been very careless.

  Curiosity and the need to recover my earth won out, but I still checked the area before going in. It was a business district, with small stores at street level and a scattering of offices on the upper floors. Many of them were empty, the rest were struggling hard to reach the prosperity which was supposed to be just around the corner. I circled the entire block of buildings slowly, making sure there were no surprises trying to hide in the shadows. Except for a few parked cars with cold motors, the place was deserted and asleep.

  There was one lit window in the building I wanted, up on the second floor. Blinds were drawn over the glass. I could see nothing from the street.

  Inside, I climbed the stairs as quietly as possible, but the caution was wasted. Between the odd loose board and my shoes, the squeaks were deafening to my ears. At the landing were two doors facing each other with opaque glass panels set in them and numbers painted on the glass.

  The one with light shining on the other side was on the left. I went still and listened; in the room beyond a single set of lungs pumped shallowly.

  Pressing hard against the wall to present a narrow target, I turned the knob slowly and pushed. The door swung open easily and without a creak.

  I could hear a heart now and it began beating rapidly. His lungs worked faster to keep pace. Given the circumstances, mine would be, too, if they still worked regularly.

  The man's voice was belyingly calm. "I gather you found my note. Good evening to you, sir. Would you care to step into the light so we might better see each other?" He had a very distinct British accent.

  I hadn't any better ideas and eased away from the wall. Inside was a small, plain room with a single wooden desk facing the door. The man standing behind it was in his mid-thirties, tall and on the thin side, with a bony face and beaky nose. His sharp gray eyes were fixed on me and gleaming with excitement.

  On the floor next to the desk were my two bags of earth. He followed my look and took on an apologetic tone.

  "I hope you weren't offended by the theatrics, but it was the one thing I could think of that would guarantee your coming here. "

  I was angry and let it show. He stiffened and clutched at something on his desk. Whatever it was lay under an open newspaper. It was too big for a handgun and the wrong shape for a rifle. I made myself calm down; he'd gone to considerable trouble and risk to get me here, I'd at least hear him out. A few moments passed with the two of us waiting for the other to make a move. His breathing evened out and I relaxed my posture.

  "You seem to know who I am," I ventured.

  "I only know the name you gave on the hotel register. However, I do know what you are. "

  "And what do you plan to do about it?"

  "That depends entirely upon yourself. " He gestured with his free hand at a chair near the desk. "Perhaps you would like to make yourself more comfortable, Mr tell me, is it really Robinson?"

  "Jack will do for now, and I like it out here well enough. " I was acutely aware of the man's scrutiny, as if he were expecting something from me.

  "Then it is true. "

  "About what?"

  "That you cannot enter a dwelling without an invitation. I occasionally live here, you see. "

  I was liking the situation less and less. "Just tell me what you want. "

  "Yes, I see I'm being unfair, but I don't know you and have no reason to trust you. "

  "I could say the same thing. " No invisible force like the want of an invitation was keeping me outside, only natural caution. I first wanted to know what he was hiding under the paper, and it did no harm to have him underestimating my abilities.

  "Indeed, but then you are a much more dangerous person than I am if all the stories are true. "

  Great, the guy really was crazy. "How dangerous are you?"

  "To you, at least during the day, I might prove to be very deadly. "

  He was perfectly right. He knew my hotel and might have means of finding out where I'd go should I decide to bolt for home, or I could walk in and grab my earth and discover the hard way what he had under the paper.

  He watched me thinking it out. "I only said that to keep you here; I'm hoping you'll understand I need not be an enemy. "

  "What are you, anyway, some kind of--Van Helsing?" I nearly said Renfield and changed it only at the last second.

  He was amused. "So you've read Dracula!"

  "Yes, and seen the movie. "

  "What did you think of it?"

  "They could have done worse. "

  "Was it very accurate?"

  "In what way?"

  "Concerning yourself, of course. "

  "I have yet to stalk around in a cape and tuxedo and drool over feminine throats. "

  "But you do have to drink blood?"

  I found that very difficult to acknowledge.

  "Why are you so uncomfortable with that concept?"

  "Why are you so damned nosy? What do you want?"

  "I apologize. I am being frightfully rude to treat you like a lab specimen. Please don't be offended that I got carried away. "

  The man seemed genuinely sincere. I shrugged. "I'm a journalist, I know how it is. "

  "Thank you. What paper do you work for?"

  "I don't. I quit the one I worked for in New York and came here. "

  "And?"

  "And nothing. I've been too busy to look for a job. "

  "How odd you should need one. I would have thought that over the years you would have accumulated sufficient funds to be very comfortable. "

  "You haven't quite got the right idea about me. "

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean I'm still new at this; I'm just four days old. "

  That made him pause. "You've been a vampire for only four days?"

  "Nights, if you want to be accurate. "

  "How utterly fascinating. "

  "If you say so. "

  "Could you tell me how you came to be this way? Were you attacked by a vampire?"

  The melodramatic question made me smile. I shook my head. "It's kind of a long story"

  He took the hint. "May I have your word that you won't tear me to pieces if I ask you in?"

  "It's not worth much since you don't know me. "

  He shrugged. "You took a chance coming here. I'll risk it. "

  A crazy man or a brave one. "You got it. Besides, this is my last good suit, I don't want to ruin it. "

  If the joke was funny, he didn't laugh. "Very well, Jack, enter freely and of your own will. "

  "Don't you think that sounds a little corny?"

  "It does at that, but does it work?"

  I walked in slowly, making a show of it. His heart was going like a hammer, but his face was calm; a frightened man, but good at hiding it.

  The idea that I was the inspiration for all this fear made me uncomfortable and nervous, so I'd have to put us both at ease. I stuck out my hand.

  "Jack Fleming. "

  He carefully switched hands under the paper and gripped mine briefly.

  "Charles Escott. "

  "Glad to meet you. "

  "Please sit down. " He again indicated the chair next to h
is desk. Good Lord, but we were so polite and formal.

  I sat and tried to look harmless. After a moment, he sank into his own chair, his eyes never leaving me. Whatever he expected me to be like, he'd apparently overestimated my ferocity. I hadn't been ferocious in years. Escott's heart slowed down and I breathed a mental sigh of relief.

  "It must be obvious that I am intensely curious about you," he said. "I would very much like to hear your story, if you don't mind telling it. "

  I chewed my lower lip and did my own sizing up of him, look for look and his surroundings. There were two doors: the one I used and another behind Escott. The walls were bare of any kind of decoration but white paint. The place gave no clue to his personality, the man himself was the only clue. Piercing, intelligent eyes, thin lips, nervous hands; he reminded me of one of my long-ago college professors. His clothes were neat and nondescript; not expensive, not cheap, ordinary and therefore unnoticeable. I'd already figured he'd been following me around. He must have been good at it since I'd been looking over my shoulder all evening.

  "Do you plan to shoot me with whatever you have under the paper?"

  "Sorry, I'm just naturally cautious. " He drew the paper away to reveal a cocked crossbow.

  This time the man knew his stuff. If anything could hurt me, it would be the wooden shaft lying ready in the contraption. I regarded it with some respect. "If it makes you more comfortable, you can keep it, just don't shoot me. "

  Escott's brows went up, surprised that I had given him such permission.

  It indicated that I could take the thing away from him if I chose. I was sure I could, but not anxious to force the issue. He took his hand from the trigger, but left the weapon within reach.

  Having come to a sort of mutual truce, I felt more like talking.

  "It started in New York a couple years ago. There was a big publicity build for the movie Dracula. It was quite a hit, women fainting in the aisles and that sort of thing. My editor sent me down to interview people who'd seen the show, and write up about how scared they were. It was all pretty predictable stuff, but then I met this girl who thought the whole thing was terribly funny. She was really beautiful. We got to talking about the supernatural. At first I thought she might be into spiritualism or astrology or some other silliness, but she wasn't. She was like a butterfly collector I once knew. "

  Escott made an expression indicating he needed that one explained.

  "He had hundreds of butterflies, he knew all about them, and was willing to learn more, but he never actually wanted to be one. She was like that. She knew a lot, liked to talk, but didn't believe in it for a minute. "

  "I see. I gather you liked her. "

  "I fell in love the second I saw her. " I left it at that, not knowing if Escott could possibly understand. I drew more air and went on. "We dated, just like a couple of kids, and one night she asked me over to her house. We ate dinner, at least I did. She never ate with me when we were out; I thought she was just kidding me along because of the movie.

  It was a private joke for us, you know? After dinner we listened to the radio, danced a little" My voice was getting thick, I couldn't help it.

  "Mr. Fleming, if this is too personal to you, you needn't go on. "

  I pulled myself together. "Thanks. You get the idea of what it all led up to, going into details--' "I understand. " He sounded as though he really did.

  "After that, we were together all the time, at least at night. It was no joke, she really was a vampire, but it didn't seem to matter much. I was in total possession of my faculties, too. I did research on the subject, of course, and talked to her about it. None of the books I found on vampirism remotely mentioned anything about what we had or felt for each other. They were full of a lot of stories of helpless victims and bloodthirsty attackers; kind of sick stuff, really. If you want to get psychological you could call it symbolic rape. When you get into the Freudian end of things it really gets weird, but none of that had anything to do with the reality we shared. "

  "During this relationship did you--was there ever an exchange of blood?"

  He kept his voice carefully neutral.

  "Yes," was my brief reply.

  "The purpose of this exchange was to eventually make you like her?"

  "If it worked. "

  "Worked?"

  "She said it didn't always work or else the world would be hip-deep in vampires. Almost everyone is immune to it, you see. It's like a very rare disease: some people can't catch it even if they want to. "

  "You wanted to?"

  "For us to always be together, yes, and she did what she could toward that end, but it was never certain. We'd have no way of knowing until the day I died, but at least until then we'd always be together. "

  "But something happened?"

  The words were sticking in my throat. "We had a date. I went to her house to pick her up and she wasn't there. She didn't have a lot of possessions, but a few clothes and toiletries were gone and she left the rest of her stuff like she meant to come back. Later I got a card in the mail. She said she was having some trouble, that some people were after her because of what she was, and to look out for them. She'd come back when it was safe. That was five years ago. " I left unsaid the weeks of worry, fear, and frustration and the months spent trying to find her. In five years the pain had not faded and the wound was still raw to touch.

  He saw it on my face. "I'm very sorry. "

  "I think maybe they found her. " I got up suddenly and paced around the room, trying to work off the build of emotional energy. My back to him, I paused to look through the blinds at the empty street below.

  "You're the only one I've ever told the whole story to. "

  "I apologize for forcing the confidence. It shall not be repeated to anyone. "

  I believed him. "Thanks. " After a while I got control again and sat down. "Life went on, I guess. I finally decided to leave New York. Last Monday I breezed into town, found a flop for the night, got a phone call and walked out. Sometime Thursday night or Friday morning last I woke up dead on a beach just west of the city. "

  He took a moment to digest it. "Who called you?"

  "I don't know, it might be someone named Benny Galligar. "

  "How did you die?" He made it sound like an ordinary question.

  "I was shot. Before that I was beaten up badly. "

  "Who did it? Why?"

  "I don't know!"

  "You don't--"

  "Between Monday afternoon and Friday morning I can't remember a damned thing. "

  "How extraordinary. "

  "If you say so. " Then I finished the rest of my story.

  "How utterly extraordinary. "

  "You're repeating yourself. "

  "Yours is a fascinating case. "

  "You sound like a doctor. What are you, anyway? It's your turn to talk. "

  "Certainly I owe you that. I'm a private agent; people bring me their problems and I try to help them. The vernacular here would be private investigator, but I find that particular label and its attendant connotations can give people the wrong idea about my work. "

  "You mean you don't do divorces. "

  He stifled a smile and leaned forward clasping his hands together. "Mr.

  Fleming, if you have no objections, I'd like very much to help you discover what occurred to you in those missing days--to help you solve your own murder, if you will. "

  "Well, I don't know--"

  "We could be of great help to one another. "

  "I'm listening. "

  "For instance, you're a newcomer to the city, but I know it very well. I know the people who run things and the people who control them. Capone may be gone now, but the gangs are still active and they are very powerful. Frank Paco heads one of them. If he had you killed he must have had a very good reason. "

  He straightened, reaching for the crossbow. I tensed and then relaxed.

  He'd bee
n looking for a pipe that had gotten shuffled under the paper.

  "Do you mind?"

  "No, go ahead. "

  "It sometimes helps me to think, mostly it keeps me awake. " He tilted the chair back after the pipe was drawing, and stared at the ceiling. I stared at my shoes and thought about getting another pair the next night. These looked like something off a bum, but worse. The pipe smoke gradually added a pungent flavor to the air, but for some reason it made me uncomfortable and I considered pulling the blinds up to improve the air circulation.

  He was staring at me with open curiosity, and I was beginning to think it was his favorite expression.

  "Excuse me, but are you breathing at all?"

  "Only when I talk. I'm afraid it comes with the condition. "

  "In the winter you shall have to remember to wear a scarf over your mouth or people might notice. "

  "I hadn't thought of that. Listen, do you mind answering some of my questions?"

  "Not at all. "

  "How did you find me and know what I am?"

  "I confess to a lifelong interest in the outre, but never expected to come face-to-face with a living, so to speak, example. I first saw you at the railway station and was instantly struck by the fact that we physically resemble each other, though of course, you're a bit younger. "

  "I don't think so. How old do I look?"

  "No more than twenty-three or -four. "

  "But I'm thirty-six," I protested.

  "Perhaps it's part of your changed condition. That is very interesting.

  But to continue, I enjoy watching people: I note their mannerisms, walks, faces, but I don't like to get caught doing it, that spoils the fun. People draw the wrong conclusions or become offended or both, so I practice covert observation. "

  "Come again?"

  "I don't get caught watching. I follow them, face one direction and look in another--and I study their reflections in mirrors. "

  "I didn't notice any mirrors. "

  "True, but there were several panels of glass available that served just as well. Even the window on the door of the cab you took was useful. I saw your trunk and the porter, but could not see you. Something as unusual as that could not be ignored, so I followed you in another cab to your hotel. I listened as you registered and got your room number and the name you gave. When you came back down and went to the Stockyards I lost you there somehow, but by great luck you turned up again at a newsstand that was on your route home. Then you spent some time at a Western Union office, and when you left I tried to find out the nature of the telegrams you sent. To their credit, the employees were quite reticent, though one did mention you'd sent money to your mother. Then I had to leave, lest I lose you. I set up a vigil at your hotel, intending to call on you during the day to see if my suspicions were correct. You left again some time later, so I seized the opportunity to search your room.

  "Once inside, I took the liberty of going through your luggage and found those two bags of earth. It gave me quite a turn, because up to then I was still only half believing what my eyes had told me. Of course, you might have had some other reason for currying them around, but it would hardly explain your lack of a reflection. I wanted to meet you and talk, but had to do it without placing myself in unnecessary danger. It would have to be under controllable conditions. My knowledge of vampires is, at present, limited to Stoker's book and that film. I had to hope they were correct. Leaving you my note, I took your bags to guarantee your coming, and set my defenses. "

  "Just the crossbow?"

  "And the hope that you could not cross the threshold without an invitation. "

  "That's it?"

  He opened the desk drawer and drew out some garlic and a large crucifix.

  He was puzzled when I didn't flinch away, and his eyes went wide with alarm when I actually picked them up. 1 wrinkled my nose at the garlic, but then I never did like the stuff I gave it back to Escott. "You can't win them all. "

  Hi fingered the cross with astonishment. "But I thought--"

  "Yeah, 1 did, too, once. Look at it this way: I was basically a decent guy before someone killed me, and I don't feel any different now. Maybe if I were, say, the real Dracula with his life history, I'd twitch if I saw a cross, too. As for the garlic, in the part of Europe where it originated as a weapon against vampires it's a basic cure for just about everything. You got a cold, rheumatism, a headache? Try a little garlic.

  Troubled by vampires? Use garlic, it can't hurt. It can't help, either.

  What good is something that smells bad against someone who doesn't have to breathe?"

  "That is a good point," he admitted. "Was I at least right about the threshold?"

  " 'Fraid not. How do you think I was able to get into the hotel in the first place?"

  "Oh. "

  "How did you get into my room?"

  "With the aid of some highly illegal, but very useful lock picks, which also served well for your trunk. I must compliment you on that for a very good idea; a large trunk is certainly less noticeable than a coffin. "

  "It was the only thing I could think of. Besides, it beats taking a flop in a closet. "

  "I'm sure a coffin might bar you from the better hotels as well. "

  I gave him a look. He was joking.

  "Why, though? Why get to know me? If you're crazy it doesn't show. "

  "Thank you, I think. " He shook his head. "I'm not sure if I can explain why. Perhaps I suffer from terminal curiosity. If you'd been a different sort of person from what you are, I don't think I'd have taken the chance I did tonight. "

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, any man who sends money home to his mother can't be all bad. "

  "Good grief. "

  "How did you evade me at the Stockyards?"

  "Like this. " I vanished, floated through the door, reformed and came back inside. Escott hadn't moved a muscle, but his heart was thumping hard and his eyes had gone a bit glassy.

  After a long time, he said, "That was very interesting, not to mention unnerving. Would you mind doing that again?"

  I didn't mind a bit, it was good practice. He was still unnerved. When I thought I had enough control, I tried a partial disappearance while still sitting in the chair. It was all pure show-off.

  "That is absolutely astounding," he said. He looked like a kid with a new toy. "I can see right through you. It's like a photographic double exposure. Can you talk while in this state?"

  I moved my lips, there was still some air left to form words. After a second my reply became audible. Faint and hollow, I said, "Don't know, haven't tried. "

  "It seems the more solid you are the better the quality of sound. " He stood and reached toward me. "May I?"

  "Sure. "

  I was finding it interesting as well, though it was disturbing to see Escort's hand passing right through my midsection. I was certain I could feel it, like a tickling within.

  "Rather cold," he commented. "And you have a tendency to drift. "

  "I have to concentrate when it's like this. " I relaxed and materialized completely. "It's draining in a way. "

  "I should think so. Everything about you vanishes--your clothes and effects, that is--I wonder what your limits are. " He held out his pipe.

  "Would you mind, just once more?"

  I didn't. Escort took back the pipe and puffed on it. "Still lit I find that very interesting. "

  "Why?"

  "It means things are unaffected when they go with you. That could prove to be very useful. "

  I pondered on what he wanted to use it for, disappeared again, and came back. "There may be a weight or size limit. I tried to take the chair with me this time and couldn't. "

  "Perhaps you need more practice. We can research all this thoroughly, I'm sure. What you do is certainly not covered by the present laws of physics. " Another idea struck him. "Are your teeth--may I examine them?"

  I shrugged a
nd opened my mouth.

  "You're very fortunate; they're perfect. "

  Erf-ik?"

  "You've never had cavities. "

  "Uh-Ah-aah-"

  What?" He let go.

  "But I've had cavities. "

  "Then you've no fillings. "

  "You sure? Check the back on this side. "

  He did and only found unblemished molars. "Your condition is not without its beneficial side effects. "

  I moaned, "This is getting strange. "

  "One more look?" He gently pushed back my upper lip and probed the gum area above the canines. "They would seem to be retractable and very sharp. " He tugged at one. "Extends at a slight outward angle mm about half an inch longer than the others. " He released the tooth, and I felt it slowly slide back. "Extension probably the result of an involuntary reflex occurring when stimulated by hunger pangs. Is that correct?"

  "Yeah, they come out when I need them. "

  "I might like to see that sometime. " He fiddled with his pipe.

  I found the man's clinical interest, at least on the subject of my dining habits, to be annoying.

  Escott continued to poke and cluck to himself, oblivious to my growing irritation. It was like a medical exam, and I never liked medical exams.

  In the end, I had to take off my coat and shirt so he could see the bullet scars.

  "There's hardly any mark in front at all now, but there is a large discoloration on your back very slight, though, and it appears to have shrunk. From your description of the chest wound, I'd say you were shot at close range by a large-caliber bullet, perhaps a dum-dum. "

  "I took a forty-five auto off Sanderson. "

  "I'd wondered what you had that was making your coat pocket sag so. It would certainly meet the requirements. "

  "Here. " I dug it out and gave it to him.

  "And he shot you that second time without harming you?"

  "It hurt and did not improve my suit. I didn't like it at all. " I buttoned my shirt.

  "I should think not. " He looked out the window. "Well, well, it is getting rather late for you, and I'm a bit sleepy myself. Could we continue this discussion tomorrow at your convenience?"

  "I'd like that, sure. "

  "In the meantime, I shall begin inquiries into your case. "

  "Well, go easy, you can see how rough these boys play. You better keep the gun. "

  "Very well, at least as evidence. "

  I picked up my bags of earth. "I'll be by a little after sundown. "

  "That would be perfect. Good night to you, Mr. Fleming. "

  "Good morning to you, Mr. Escott. "