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"We have," Wohl explained, "photographs of these three going into Corporal Lanza's house. If he leaves the airport before you're relieved, follow him. See if he sees these guys again."
"And if he does?"
"Try to get a picture of them together. But not if there is any chance he'll see you. Pictures would be nice, but we already have some. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Get going, this is important. You think you can find Sergeant Sanders?"
"It would be helpful to know where he is."
"Near where Lanza would park his car. If you can't find him, call me."
"Yes, sir."
For some reason, the words to "Sweet Lorraine" had been running through Marion Claude Wheatley's mind all afternoon, to the point of interfering with his concentration.
Something like that rarely happened. He often thought that if there was one personal characteristic responsible for his success, it was his ability to concentrate on the intellectual task before him.
This was true, he had reflected, not only at First Philadelphia Bank & Trust, but had also been true earlier on, at the University of Pennsylvania, and even in Officer Candidate School in the Army. When he put his mind to something, he was able to shut everything else out, from the noises and incredibly terrible music in his barracks, to the normal distractions, visual and audible, one encountered in an office environment.
He had been working on a projection of how increasing production costs in the anthracite fields, coupled with decreased demand (which would negatively affect prices to an unknown degree) would, in turn, affect return on capital investment (and thus stock prices) in a range of time frames. (One year, two years, five years, and ten years.) It was the sort of thing he was not only very good at, but really enjoyed doing, because of the variable factors involved. Normally, working on something like this, nothing short of an earthquake or a nuclear attack could distract him.
But "Sweet Lorraine" kept coming into his mind. For that matter, into his voice. He several times caught himself humming the melody.
He had no particular feelings regarding the melody. He neither actively disliked it, nor regarded it as a cla.s.sic popular musical work.
That left, of course, the possibility that the Lord was sending him a message. He considered that possibility several times, and could make no sense of it.
He thought he had it once; it might be the name of someone close to the Vice President, but that wasn't it. He called the Free Public Library and a research librarian told him the Vice President 's wife's name was Sally. And she couldn't help him when he asked if she happened to know if there was someone on the Vice President's staff named Lorraine, maybe his secretary.
She had the secretary's name, Patricia, and she said, as far as she could tell, everyone else on the Vice President's staff was a male.
That left only one possibility, presuming that it was not simply an aberration, that the Lord was alerting him to something that would happen later, something that, when he saw it, would answer the mystery.
Once he had come to that a.n.a.lysis, he had been able to return to A Projection of Anthracite Production Economic Considerations A Projection of Anthracite Production Economic Considerations without having his concentration disrupted. He made good progress, and was very nearly finished when the sounds of people getting ready to go home broke into his concentration again. without having his concentration disrupted. He made good progress, and was very nearly finished when the sounds of people getting ready to go home broke into his concentration again.
Marion was so close to being finished with the One-Year Time Frame One-Year Time Frame that he considered staying and finishing it, but finally decided against that. He knew himself well enough to know that if he finished the that he considered staying and finishing it, but finally decided against that. He knew himself well enough to know that if he finished the One-Year One-Year he would be tempted to just keep going. he would be tempted to just keep going.
The priority, of course, was to get the things on the list not yet acquired. The list was just about complete. All he needed now was the chain and two more AWOL bags. He would get the chain today, and the remaining two AWOL bags tomorrow. It would not be wise to return to the Super Drugstore at all, and certainly not so soon.
First the chain and then the AWOL bags. Perhaps, when he went shopping for the chain, he would see another store that had AWOL bags on sale. Perhaps even bags that met the metal zipper and other criteria, but which at least would not have Souvenir of Someplace Souvenir of Someplace painted on them, and with a little bit of luck would be of a different design. painted on them, and with a little bit of luck would be of a different design.
Marion waited, of course, until the office herd had thundered out and ridden the cattle cars down to the lobby before putting the A Projection of Anthracite Production Economic Considerations A Projection of Anthracite Production Economic Considerations material back into its folders and then into his desk file. material back into its folders and then into his desk file.
When he came out onto Broad Street, he had an interesting thought. Instead of looking for a hardware store in the streets down toward the river, he would get on a bus and ride up North Broad Street.
He vaguely remembered seeing a decent-looking hardware store in a row of shops on the west side of North Broad Street, five or six blocks north of the North Philadelphia Station of the Pennsylvania Railroad.
He started to walk up South Broad Street toward City Hall. As he approached it, he decided he would let the Lord decide, by His timing of the traffic lights that controlled the counterclockwise movement of vehicular traffic around City Hall, whether He wanted him to go to North Broad Street by walking through the City Hall pa.s.sageways, or if He preferred that Marion turn right at Market Street and walk the long way around, on the sidewalk past John Wannamakers, et cetera.
The Lord apparently wanted him to get to North Broad Street quickly, for just as he approached Market Street, the vehicular light turned to red, the pedestrian light turned to green, and without breaking stride he was able to cross the street and enter the archway of City Hall.
The same thing happened as he emerged from the north archway. The vehicular light turned to red and the pedestrian to green just as he reached the street, and he was again able to keep walking without stopping at all.
And then as he reached the bus stop at the next corner, a bus was just swallowing the last of the line of people who had been waiting for it. Marion climbed aboard without having to break pace.
He thought for a moment that the Lord had wanted him to board this particular bus, but then decided that wasn't true. There was only one empty seat, and that was on the right side of the bus. If the Lord had wanted him to get on this bus, He would have saved him a seat on the left side, from which he could look for the hardware store he remembered seeing somewhere past the North Philadelphia Station.
Perhaps, Marion thought, Marion thought, by the time we get to the North Philadelphia Station, someone now sitting on the left side will have gotten off the bus and I can move over. by the time we get to the North Philadelphia Station, someone now sitting on the left side will have gotten off the bus and I can move over.
Sometime later, Marion wasn't sure how much later, because he had been thinking that he had forgotten to factor into A Projection of Anthracite Production Economic Considerations A Projection of Anthracite Production Economic Considerations the cost of new federal government mine safety regulations, he became aware that the bus was not moving. the cost of new federal government mine safety regulations, he became aware that the bus was not moving.
He looked out the window. They were stopped at Ridge Avenue. The bus was now filled with mutterings. His fellow pa.s.sengers were growing angry that the bus wasn't moving. Marion raised himself in his seat and tried to look out the windshield. There was a long line of cars in front of the bus, but he could see nothing that explained why they weren't moving.
Marion glanced out the side window again, and saw that they were stopped in front of the hotel that belonged to that rather amusing, viewed in one light, and rather pathetic, viewed in another, religious sect founded by a Philadelphia black man who called himself Father Divine.
Father Divine had convinced an amazing number of colored people, and even some white people, that he had been anointed by the Lord to bring them out of their misery, spiritual and temporal, primarily by turning over all of their a.s.sets to him.
His wife, Marion recalled, had been a white woman, and she had lived rather well as the mate of Father Divine. They were supposed to own property and businesses all over Philadelphia. And New York too. And Washington, D.C.
He wondered if Mrs. Father Divine was still living well, now that Father Divine had been called to Heaven.
I wonder what Father Divine said to Saint Peter?
There really had been a lot of money. The hotel, before they bought it, with cash, closed the bar, and renamed it, after Mrs. Divine, of course, the Divine Lorraine Divine Lorraine Hotel, had been a rather decent hotel. Hotel, had been a rather decent hotel.
The Divine Lorraine Lorraine Hotel! Hotel!
The bus began to move.
Marion broke out in a sweat.
When the bus stopped in front of the old Reading Railroad Terminal at Lehigh Avenue, not far at all from the Pennsylvania Railroad 's North Philadelphia Station, the four people sitting in the two seats to the left of Marion all got up at once and exited the bus.
Marion quickly moved across the aisle. The sweating had stopped, but it left him feeling clammy and uncomfortable.
There is no question that the Lord wants me to do something in connection with the Divine Lorraine Hotel. But what?
Three blocks past the North Philadelphia Station, Marion saw the hardware store he thought he remembered. And it was even larger, and thus more likely to carry what he needed to complete the list, than he had remembered.
He got off the bus at the next stop, crossed North Broad Street, and walked back toward the hardware store.
He pa.s.sed a Super Discount Store, the windows of which were emblazoned with huge signs reading SALE!
And in one of the windows, under a SALE! sign with an arrow pointing downward there was a stack of AWOL bags. These were not only of better quality than the three he had bought on Market Street, but of different design. Their straps went completely around the bag. They had metal zippers, and they did not have Souvenir of Asbury Park, N. J. Souvenir of Asbury Park, N. J., and a fish leaping out of the surf gaudily painted on their sides.
Marion went into the Super Discount Store and bought two of the AWOL bags, one in a rather nice shade of dark blue, the other in sort of a rusty brown. He put the blue one inside the brown one, and thought that he would have plenty of s.p.a.ce left over for the chain.
The clerk in the hardware store told Marion that they stocked a wide variety of chains, and if Marion would tell him what he wanted the chain for, six lengths each twenty-two inches long, they could make sure he was getting the right thing.
Marion was fairly certain that the man was more garrulous than suspicious, but he could not, of course, tell him what he really wanted the chain for. He had considered this sort of question coming up, of course, and was ready for him. He told the clerk that he had to lock six steel cas.e.m.e.nt windows, and that he would also need six padlocks.
The clerk told him that not only did the store stock a wide array of padlocks, but that he thought it would be possible to furnish six locks all of which would operate with the same key.
Marion told him that would be unnecessary but nice.
The clerk was similarly garrulous when Marion informed him that he would need both duct and electrical tape. Marion was astonished at the wide selection available, and made his choice by selecting the most expensive tapes he was shown. That would, he believed, make the clerk happy.
Marion was not annoyed with the clerk. Quite to the contrary. In this day and age it was a pleasant surprise to find a clerk who seemed genuinely interested in pleasing the customer.
He paid for the tape and the chain, and put it all in the AWOL bag, shook the clerk's hand, thanked him for his courtesy, and went back out onto Broad Street.
That completed acquisition of the items on the list.
But now there was a new problem. The Divine Lorraine Hotel.
Was that simply coincidence? Thinking of "Sweet Lorraine" to the point of distraction all day? Or is the Lord telling me something?
Marion stood on the curb for a minute or two, considering that problem.
A taxicab, thinking he was seeking a ride, pulled to the curb.
Marion was on the verge of waving it away, when he suddenly had a thought, almost as if the Lord had put it there.
There were half a dozen ways to get from where I stand to the house. Only one of them leads back past the Divine Lorraine Hotel. If the Lord has nothing in mind vis-a-vis the Divine Lorraine Hotel, the chances are five, or more, out of six that the taxi driver will elect not to pa.s.s in front of the Divine Lorraine Hotel. On the other hand, if the taxi driver elects to drive past the Divine Lorraine Hotel, the odds that the Lord wishes me to do something involving the hotel would certainly be on the order of six to one. that the Lord wishes me to do something involving the hotel would certainly be on the order of six to one.
Marion got in the taxicab and gave him his address.
The driver headed right down North Broad Street. When they reached Ridge Avenue, the traffic light was red. Marion looked out the window at the Divine Lorraine Hotel.
When the traffic light turned green, and the taxi driver put his foot to the accelerator, the car stalled.
Marion broke out in another sweat.
He looked at the Divine Lorraine Hotel again. A very large colored lady with some kind of white napkin or something wrapped around her head and neck smiled at him.
Marion smiled back.
A taxi pulled up in front of the hotel, and a man got out and carried suitcases toward the door.
It is a hotel still, I forgot that. A hotel that caters, apparently, to those who believe in Father Divine, whom they believe is either G.o.d, or close to Him. It would follow, therefore, that a Christian of that persuasion would stay at the Divine Lorraine Hotel.
Any Christian! That's what it is, of course. How could I have been so stupid? The Lord wants me to go there. But why? It is not mine to question the Lord, but it would help me to carry out His will if I knew what He wanted of me.
The answer came: I have probably made an error somewhere, and the Secret Service is looking for me. Or will be looking for me at the house after I carry out the Lord's will and disintegrate the Vice President. I have probably made an error somewhere, and the Secret Service is looking for me. Or will be looking for me at the house after I carry out the Lord's will and disintegrate the Vice President.
No one would think of looking for Marion Claude Wheatley in the Divine Lorraine Hotel.
Thank you, Lord! Forgive me for taking so long to understand what it was You wanted of me.
The taxi driver got the motor running again.
Marion leaned back against the cushions. He felt euphoric.
I am in the Lord's hands. I walk through the valley of death, but I feel no evil, for Thou art with me.
Matt's Volkswagen started with difficulty, and he made the immediate decision to swap cars at his apartment as his first order of business. The one thing he did not need was to have the Bug die on him when he was running errands for Peter Wohl.
The Bug performed flawlessly on the way from the Schoolhouse to the bas.e.m.e.nt garage of his apartment and he wondered if swapping cars was now such a good idea. Silver Porsche 911s attracted attention; battered Bugs did not.
He walked out of the bas.e.m.e.nt garage, waving at the rent-a-cop on duty, went to the convenience store around the corner and bought five rolls of 36-exposure ASA 200 Kodak black and white film, and went back to the garage.
The Porsche was conspicuous, but on the other hand, people didn't think of cops when they saw one. And the Bug might just have been teasing me when it ran so well on the way down here.
He drove out to the airport, and found Sergeant Jerry O'Dowd with less trouble than he thought he would have. O'Dowd gave him a roll of film, then told him to wait a second, and removed the film from the camera and gave him that too.
"I haven't taken any pictures," O'Dowd said. "But I forgot to ask Hansen if he had."
"I'll be back as soon as I can."
O'Dowd handed him several bills.
"How about stopping at a Colonel Sanders and getting my supper? You better get something for Lewis too."
"Sergeant, you don't make enough money to feed Tiny," Matt said.
He drove to the Roundhouse and for once found a parking spot without trouble. And there was no trouble getting the film souped and printed right away, either.
"Inspector Wohl called," the civilian in charge behind the counter said. "It'll take me forty-five minutes, if you have something else to do."
There was no fried chicken place anywhere near the Roundhouse that Matt could think of. And Jerry O'Dowd had specified fried chicken. But on the other hand, Jerry was a gentleman of taste, and as such would certainly prefer Chinese to fried chicken, no matter how many spices and flavors it was coated with.
He walked to Chinatown, bought a Family Dinner For Four, and went back to the photo laboratory.
The prints were already coming off the large, polished stainless-steel drier. Matt looked at all of them. He recognized no one but Corporal Vito Lanza, and decided that he would not have recognized Lanza in uniform if he didn't know who he was looking at. Corporal Lanza did not look like the guy on the airplane home from Vegas or in the back rooms of the Oaks and Pines Lodge.
He called Peter Wohl from the photo lab, first at the Schoolhouse and then at his apartment.
Wohl only grunted when he told him he recognized no one but Lanza, but then said, "Remind Sergeant O'Dowd of what I said about making sure Lanza, or anyone else, doesn't see him taking pictures."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll wait here for you, Matt," Wohl said, and hung up.
Matt delivered three sets of photographs to Captain Olsen in Internal Affairs, and then drove back to the airport. Tiny Lewis had joined O'Dowd while he had been gone, and had had the foresight to bring supper-barbecued ribs-for the both of them with him.
Tiny was not at all reluctant to add a little Chinese to his supper menu, however, and accepted half of the food Matt had brought with him.