Instruments of Night Part 9

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PORTMAN: I believe you told Sheriff Gerard that you and Mr. Grossman were together the day Faye disappeared.

MRS. DAVIES: That's right. I just told you the same thing. We were in the library the entire morning. Mr. Grossman left it only once, very briefly.

PORTMAN: Do you know where he went?

MRS. DAVIES: He needed materials of some sort. Cloths, I think. For his brushes. He went out to have one of the servants bring them to him. A few minutes later Greta brought them in.

PORTMAN: Greta?

MRS. DAVIES: Greta Klein. The upstairs maid. One of my husband's ... refugees.

PORTMAN: I don't think Sheriff Gerard ever talked to her.

MRS. DAVIES: I have no idea with whom Sheriff Gerard talked. I know only that Mr. Grossman left the library to get certain supplies, linens, as I recall, for cleaning his brushes, and that a few minutes later Greta brought them in.

PORTMAN: Do you remember when that was?

MRS. DAVIES: Around eight-fifteen, I think. Perhaps a little later.

PORTMAN: And you and Mr. Grossman were together for the rest of the day?

MRS. DAVIES: Yes, we were.

According to Portman's notes, no other questions had been asked, nor answers given. And yet, as Graves imagined it, the old detective rose and left the room profoundly unsatisfied, certain that all was not as it seemed at Riverwood, that there were secret gardens, hidden chambers, things that lurked behind locked doors.

CHAPTER 16.

A few of those doors had opened for Portman during the next few interviews. Reading his notes, Graves could see the detective's piercing green eyes as they peered questioningly into the faces before him, listening to each witness in turn, comparing one response to another, meticulously working to unearth the buried life of Riverwood. few of those doors had opened for Portman during the next few interviews. Reading his notes, Graves could see the detective's piercing green eyes as they peered questioningly into the faces before him, listening to each witness in turn, comparing one response to another, meticulously working to unearth the buried life of Riverwood.

He'd spoken to Warren Davies just after his interview with Mrs. Davies, no doubt nodding his large head from time to time as Mr. Davies described his activities that August morning. Davies had gone into considerably more detail with Portman than he had during his earlier discussion with Sheriff Gerard. Now, reading Portman's notes, Graves learned that Mr. Davies had risen early-about six-thirty-and gone directly to his office on the second floor. At eight he'd come back downstairs, where he'd met his son, Edward, in the foyer. The two had briefly discussed what Mr. Davies called "family business," after which Mr. Davies had decided to take a walk by the river. He'd gone down the bas.e.m.e.nt stairs, then out the rear of the house. It was then he'd seen Faye sitting alone in the gazebo. She'd given him a "strange look," he told Portman, and in response he'd gone into the gazebo to "see what was on her mind." They'd talked for a time, but had never gotten beyond "the normal subjects." During the conversation, Faye had seemed "closed off," Mr. Davies said, so that he'd gotten the impression that she was "troubled about something." He estimated the length of his talk with Faye at "no more than five minutes." By its conclusion, he'd decided not to take a stroll by the river after all, but had returned to the house instead. He'd gone through the dining room, where he'd seen his daughter, Allison, reading at the table, then headed back for his private office. He'd remained there on the second floor until nearly noon, he told Portman. Then he'd driven to Britanny Falls, where he'd met with Matt Brinker, the town's new mayor. They'd gone to lunch at the Harvest Restaurant on Main Street, where, as Portman wrote, "Mr. Davies remained all afternoon."

Andre Grossman told Portman that he'd spent the morning in the library with Mrs. Davies, both of them arriving there at "just before" eight o'clock. They'd later had lunch together in the dining room, then returned to the library, where Mrs. Davies had once again taken her place in the dark red chair by the window. He'd worked on the portrait for the rest of the afternoon, then joined the family for dinner at around eight that evening. As to the one time he'd left the library, Grossman told Portman that he'd done so in order to get wiping cloths for his brushes. He had ordered a household servant to get them, thus returning to the library "within seconds" of having left it. He had not left it again until he and Mrs. Davies had taken lunch together. He volunteered the information that he'd taken photographs of Faye at the very spot where her body had been found. It was the only time he'd ever taken pictures of her, he said, and he'd done it at that particular spot because he was working on a painting that rendered Eve as a "child-wife" in the Garden of Eden.

Allison Davies was the next of the Davies family to be interviewed by Portman. According to his notes, the detective had found her sitting near the boathouse, at the end of its pier, her feet dangling in the water of the ca.n.a.l, her short brown hair giving her what he called "a boyish look." Other than that brief remark, the trooper added only that during the course of the interview she'd "seemed gloomy."

Graves now saw Portman; old and weary, baking in the afternoon sun, mopping his neck with a handkerchief, Allison sitting on the wooden pier, her feet dangling in the cool water, glancing up occasionally to see Portman's fleshy face as it hung like an ash-gray moon above her.

PORTMAN: I understand that you and Faye were close friends.

ALLISON: Yes, we were.

PORTMAN: It's hard to lose someone close to you. I know that.

Portman's voice had become entirely Slovak's by then, marked by the same distant sorrow and nearly unbearable weariness. But to this Graves now added Slovak's physical characteristics, the two men blending into one imagined figure, Portman's huge, rounded shoulders slumped beneath Slovak's worn greatcoat, his drooping belly held in place by Slovak's broad black belt, his eyes blinking slowly behind the lenses of the silver reading gla.s.ses Slovak had come to depend on in recent years. He could almost see Slovak's rumpled hat clutched in Portman's beefy hands.

PORTMAN: I have to ask you some questions, Allison. I know it's not a good time, but then, no time is ever good for these kinds of questions.

ALLISON: What kind of questions?

PORTMAN: Personal questions. About Faye. When a girl dies like this, they have to be answered.

ALLISON: Yes, I know.

From there, Portman had begun to intensify the interrogation.

PORTMAN: According to a witness, Faye had gone quite a ways past Indian Rock. Down Mohonk Trail. Maybe headed toward that parking area on the other side of the ridge. Either that, or the river.

In response to this rather curious news, according to Portman's notes, Allison had simply nodded without comment, so that he'd found it necessary to point out the oddity of Faye's having been seen at such a location.

PORTMAN: It's strange that she would go on past Indian Rock, you see. Because you said she might have expected you to meet her there. That's what you told Sheriff Gerard when he talked to you a few days ago.

ALLISON: Yes, I know.

PORTMAN: Well, why didn't she stop at Indian Rock? That's what I'm wondering about. Why did she go on down the trail instead of waiting for you like you thought she would?

ALLISON: I can't answer that. I'm not sure she thought I was coming after her. I just know she waved to me, and I thought she might have expected me to meet her at Indian Rock.

PORTMAN: Well, if she wasn't going to meet you there, I have to ask myself what other reason she might have had for going into the woods. Especially going into them as far as she did. Past Indian Rock, I mean.

ALLISON: I don't know of any other reason.

PORTMAN: Well, for example, could there have been someone else she might have been planning to meet farther down the trail?

Though he had no means of knowing what Allison's response might have been, Graves saw her suddenly turn away from Portman, stare out over the pond, the easy back-and-forth movement of her feet in the water coming to an abrupt halt.

ALLISON: Maybe she just wanted to be alone.

PORTMAN: In the woods? Way off the trail? All the way to Manitou Cave? That's a long way to go, just to be alone.

ALLISON: Maybe she just needed to think.

PORTMAN: About what?

ALLISON: Things.

Graves saw Portman ease his enormous frame closer to Allison, resting now on his fat haunches, his eyes seeking hers, trying to find some subtle hint within them.

PORTMAN: What things would she need to think about, Allison?

ALLISON: I don't know. Just things.

PORTMAN: Well, when I spoke to your father, he said that Faye looked troubled that morning. Do you have any idea what might have been on her mind?

ALLISON: No, I don't.

PORTMAN: She hadn't mentioned any particular problems to you?

ALLISON: No. But then, we hadn't seen each other lately.

PORTMAN: Why not?

ALLISON: Faye didn't like coming to the house.

In his re-creation of the scene, Graves saw Portman's ma.s.sive frame tilt forward heavily, heard his voice grow taut.

PORTMAN: Why not?

ALLISON: Well, maybe she ... maybe it was because of the way he looked at her when she came across the yard.

PORTMAN: The way who looked at her?

ALLISON: Jake Mosley.

PORTMAN: What about Jake Mosley?

ALLISON: Just that Faye didn't like the way he looked at her.

PORTMAN: What kind of look?

ALLISON: A bad look.

PORTMAN: You mean a threatening look? Like she was afraid of him? Physically afraid?

Graves caught it in the note and placed it in Portman's voice, the experienced detective's sense that the case against Jake Mosley might be built on something other than actual evidence, the workman's lowliness and vulgarity, perhaps, the crudeness of his language, the smell of his clothes, the "bad way" he looked at people.

PORTMAN: I mean, Faye may not have liked Jake. She may have wanted to stay away from him. But was she afraid afraid of him, Allison? A physical fear? of him, Allison? A physical fear?

ALLISON: I don't know.

PORTMAN: A physical fear strong enough to keep her from walking from her house to yours?

ALLISON: Maybe it was that strong.

PORTMAN: Well, if that's true, then why did she walk right past him that morning, then go into the woods alone?

Graves saw Portman drag the rumpled handkerchief from his pocket and mop the sweat from his brow. There was doubt in his face, more questions in his eyes. Did he have the sense that Slovak had known all his life, that he was flailing helplessly in a web of lies?

PORTMAN: I know that Jake Mosley's no good, but being generally no good is a long way from being a murderer.

It was a line Portman had included verbatim in his notes, and according to those same notes, it had been the last thing he'd said to Allison Davies before leaving her alone to ponder it. Because of that, Graves imagined the old detective returning the handkerchief to his pocket after saying it, closing his notebook, and turning back toward the house, lumbering like a great beast down the wooden pier, a vision of that moment that came to him so full and real and richly detailed, for an instant he felt not the slightest doubt that it had happened just that way.

CHAPTER 17.

But that had not been the end of Detective Portman's first day at Riverwood. For after leaving Allison on the pier, he'd returned to the main house, where he'd talked to Pearl O'Brian, the downstairs maid, Flossie Tighe, the cook, and Jesse Walters, the estate's general handyman.

Their testimony confirmed what others present on the Davies estate on August 27 had already stated to Sheriff Gerard two days before. Flossie Tighe had seen Frank Saunders in the flower garden and Allison Davies in the dining room. Pearl O'Brian confirmed that Edward Davies and Mona Flagg had lounged on the side porch until 8:20, when Mona had returned to her room upstairs. She'd come back downstairs approximately ten minutes later, now wearing a red polka-dot dress, as Pearl described it, and carrying a "frilly" white umbrella. Jesse Walters told Portman that Mrs. Davies and Andre Grossman had spent the day in the library, that Allison Davies had "popped up" here and there all through the day, and that Mr. Davies had spent most of the morning in his upstairs office. He'd called for his car at 11:30, Walters said, then driven to Britanny Falls.

Portman had completed his interviews at 4:35 in the afternoon. By that time he'd spent the entire day at Riverwood. Graves imagined him tired and frustrated, swabbing his neck and forehead as he stared out over the silent grounds. Everyone at Riverwood had no doubt expected him to leave, perhaps return the next morning. But as his final notes made clear, Portman hadn't done that. He remained at the estate, lumbering slowly across the lush green lawn like an old bull, head down, wet with sweat, yet coming on relentlessly, a force driven by an even greater force, as Graves imagined it, the need to know what really happened.

It was Edward Davies and Mona whom Portman had stayed to question that afternoon. The pair had driven to Kingston that morning and did not return until past six in the evening. Slouched on the steps of the' mansion, Portman had no doubt watched as the expensive car came to a halt before him, Edward at the wheel, Mona snuggled up beside him.

It was not hard for Graves to reconstruct the dialogue that followed.

PORTMAN: My name's Dennis Portman. I'm with the New York State Police. I'd like to talk to both of you for a minute.

EDWARD: Yes. Fine. If you can just wait until- PORTMAN: No, I can't wait.

EDWARD: Oh. I'm sorry. You're right. Would you like to come inside?

Portman had followed Edward and Mona to the library, where Mrs. Davies' still-unfinished portrait rested on an easel by the window. Had Portman gazed at the portrait as Slovak would have? Leeching character from posture, clothing, the shape of the mouth, the glint of the eye? If he had, he'd left no record of his impressions, but had gone directly to the interrogation.

PORTMAN: Let's begin with where each of you were on the day Faye disappeared.

In reply, Edward told Portman exactly what he'd told Sheriff Gerard in an earlier interview. He'd risen early, had breakfast with Mona, sat for a time on the side porch, then accompanied Mona into the foyer. After she'd gone upstairs, Mr. Davies had approached him. They'd had a discussion about "family matters." Then Mona had come down a few minutes later and they'd gone downstairs, then through the corridor to the boathouse. They'd sailed the entire day, Edward said, even going so far as to mention other boats they'd met on the river at various points during that long afternoon. The pair had returned at around seven to find everything completely normal, Mrs. Davies clipping roses in the flower garden, Allison just finis.h.i.+ng an early evening swim, Mr. Davies watching his daughter from the edge of the pier, helping her from the water when she swam alongside.

Portman's questions had been more or less routine as long as he'd talked to Edward. But when he turned to Mona, their nature changed slightly, as Graves noticed, concentrating on Mona herself rather than on anything she might have witnessed at Riverwood or known about Faye.

PORTMAN: You're not a member of the Davies family, are you?

MONA: No, I'm not.

PORTMAN: You're a guest?

MONA: Yes. Of Edward's. We're- EDWARD: I met Mona in Boston. She's my fiancee. We plan to be married in the fall.

PORTMAN: So you're ... unemployed, Miss Flagg?

EDWARD: Mona is a student. Nursing school.

From there, Portman had gone on to question Mona Flagg about her activities on August 27. Her answers added little to what Edward had already said. She'd joined Edward for breakfast at 7:30 A.M A.M., she said. After breakfast, she'd later returned briefly to her room, dressed for a sail, and headed for the bas.e.m.e.nt, arriving there at approximately 8:25. From there she'd walked through the connecting corridor to the boathouse, where Edward was preparing the boat. As to the sailing trip that had immediately followed, Mona gave few additional details, save that they'd picnicked on the bank of the river, and that on the return trip they'd helped a fisherman untangle his line.

PORTMAN: Do you remember this fisherman's name?

MONA: No.

EDWARD: His name is Jamison. Harry Jamison. He lives at- PORTMAN: I know where Harry lives.

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