Riviera Blues. Jack Batten

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      “It is simply this,” he said finally. “I received a disturbing postcard from Jamie two days ago.”

      “What, a naughty snap of Princess Caroline on the beach?”

      “It was the wording of the message that was disturbing,” Swotty said. He looked uncomfortable. “Jamie wrote, ‘Having a wonderful time. Glad you aren’t here.’”

      “Cousin Gerald must have been out of the house the day Jamie learned manners.”

      “Moreover,” Swotty added, “the salutation on the card read ‘Hi, Cuz.’ I have been ‘Cousin John’ to him from the time he was a small boy, except at the trust company in front of other employees. There, he quite properly calls me ‘Mr. Whetherhill.’”

      “Let’s get off the names,” I said. “What’s the deal in Monaco? Strictly holiday, or does trust company business come into it?”

      “Jamie asked for a leave of absence. Three months. He told me he had never had the opportunity to look about the world. That was quite true. I took Jamie straight into the trust company after he obtained his commerce degree. By all means, I said to him, enjoy the leave of absence. Broaden yourself.”

      “You didn’t have impudent postcards in mind.”

      “I cannot help thinking something is wrong with the boy.”

      “How old is Jamie now?”

      “He’ll be thirty on his next birthday,” Swotty said. “This postcard has deeply disturbed me, Crang.”

      I polished off the watery sorbet and ate the desiccated wafer cookie that came with it.

      “On the map, Monaco looks little,” I said. “But, I don’t know, standing on the local street corners watching out for Jamie Haddon isn’t what I had in mind as a holiday. That probably goes double for Annie.”

      “Perhaps it is far-fetched asking you as I am,” Swotty said, “but for all your curious ways, Crang, I regard you as a resourceful man.” He almost gagged on the compliment.

      “Annie and I are renting an apartment that’s in hailing distance of Monaco,” I said. “I don’t suppose it’d hurt to hop over for lunch. Do our bit for Monacan tourism. Is that the right word? Or Monesque?”

      “Excellent,” Swotty said. He rubbed his hands together. “I am most grateful, Crang.”

      The waitress brought coffee. Swotty dumped cream and sugar in his. I took mine black and, courtesy of the Concord’s brewmaster, bitter.

      “One large point,” I said. “How do you know Jamie’ll still be around Monaco when Annie and I arrive? Make that two large points. Assuming Jamie is in the country, can you pin down details, like a hotel?”

      “Jamie has been gone only twelve days,” Swotty said. “I understand his intention is to make Monaco his base for at least the first month of the trip.”

      “He told you that?”

      “No, Pamela told me.”

      “Pamela again,” I said. “She seems to be the fount of all wisdom in the Jamie Haddon case.”

      “It is not a case, Crang,” Swotty said. “Must I keep repeating myself?”

      “A situation.”

      “A concern.”

      “I’ll have to settle for that,” I said. “What’s Pamela call it?”

      “She and Archie have always been very generous with Jamie.”

      Archie was Pamela’s husband. Second husband. He was in a family business too. Cartwright Products. The products were cellophane wrappers, the kind processed food comes in. There was apparently a lot of money in cellophane. Archie Cartwright was a wealthy man. But not as wealthy as Swotty. Or as Pamela.

      “What about a hotel?” I asked Swotty.

      “I have no information on that, I regret.”

      “Not even from Pamela?”

      “No,” Swotty said, “but I have a place where you might inquire.”

      Swotty permitted himself a small self-satisfied smile around the corners of his mouth. A thaw in the great glacier.

      “The postcard Jamie sent me,” he said, “is the kind that restaurants give out as advertisements.”

      “Overlit photograph of the dining room? Name of the place, address, phone number? That type of card?”

      “Exactly. The restaurant seems to be close to the Monaco harbour. It stands to reason Jamie had a meal at this establishment. Perhaps he frequents it. The people there might know him by sight.”

      “I’m not sure where reason stands in this,” I said. I was trying not to sound as if I was humouring Swotty. “But, yeah, I’ll stop by the restaurant. Might go there for lunch. What does Jamie like in the way of food? I mean, would he eat here? The Concord?”

      “The restaurant,” Swotty said, skipping past my question, “is called Le Restaurant du Port.”

      “Just a sec.”

      I reached for a pen and notebook from the inside jacket pocket of my best blue suit. I’d worn the suit especially for the occasion. Nine hundred dollars’ worth of Holt Renfrew fabric.

      “Crang, please.” Swotty’s voice had a note of reprimand. “Remember where you are.”

      I remembered. The Concord forbade the transaction of business in the dining room. No papers could be examined, documents exchanged, facts recorded. I took my hand out of the inside pocket minus the notebook and pen.

      “Close call,” I said.

      The waitress gave me a big wink. Must have caught my faux pas. She refilled our coffee cups.

      “Suppose I do stumble across our Jamie,” I said. “Then what?”

      “I have a given a great deal of thought to that.” Swotty was using the tone he probably adopted for turning down businessmen who hit up C&G for big loans on inadequate collateral. “When you locate Jamie, you are to phone me immediately.”

      “That’s all? I’m just the bird dog?”

      “I am placing confidence in you to make an assessment of Jamie. His appearance, his conversation, his demeanor. Your task is to give me information on which I may base a judgment about the boy.”

      My enthusiasm for the Jamie Haddon project was wavering. I could do Swotty the modest favour for old times’ sake, even if those times hadn’t much to recommend them except their age. But could he be holding out on me? Was he as shaken up over one snotty postcard as he made out? Or were there bigger issues here?

      Swotty’s evasiveness put one damper on my zeal. Annie might represent another. СКАЧАТЬ