Gilded Latten Bones

38

I had some quiet time with my friend, then, sharing the space with John Stretch's goons. I stared hard, willing Morley to come back.

Belinda stepped in. "No change?"

"None. There's definitely something not right."

"We should learn a lot from the healer."

"You sure he doesn't know about Old Bones?"

"Believe it or not, Garrett, almost nobody outside your acquaintance does. Particularly since you've been inactive for so long."

Things do get forgotten quickly in TunFaire. Maybe that's an urban survival skill.

"The Dead Man is barely a spook story. He's something kids scare each other with. Nobody really believes that he exists."

"Interesting."

"I have to go soon. But not right away. I want to be here for the healer."

"If he ever gets here."

"He'll show up. He might not come inside if he doesn't see me."

He would-unless he could shake off Loghyr mind control.

The healer is close now but is very uncomfortable. He is not a people person.

Belinda did not react. He had not included her. I told her, "His Nibs thinks the healer is finally here." Old Bones would avoid direct contact till it was too late for the man to get away. And, maybe, Belinda would go on believing her own thoughts were inviolate.

I felt a tickle of Loghyr amusement.

I told Belinda, "Your man is really nervous. Get him before he spooks." And, "Let's don't jump him before we lock the door behind him."

I got a hint of something like the old saw about teaching grandma to suck eggs. At the same time Old Bones used a gentle influence to move our guests into his room or Singe's office.

Moments later I said, "Doctor. There you are. I'm getting really worried about my friend."

The healer gripped his bag in front of his chest. He stared at the three ratmen. He looked like he had just been sentenced to hang.

"Are you all right?"

His mouth open and closed. Nothing came out. Belinda filled the doorway behind him. She did not keep her expression benign.

I said, "Don't mind these guys. They're here to protect Morley."

Almost inaudibly, the healer asked, "You spilled the medicine I gave you before?"

"Yep. Fumbled it when I was opening it. It hit the floor and rolled under the bed. It was empty before I could fish it out." He relaxed slightly. I grinned. "No, not really. That was a lie. We thought having you think that would help us get you here, you villain."

His eyes got big. He managed to turn even paler.

His attempt to flee failed totally. Belinda didn't move.

Oh, yes. He is guilty. The medication he provided was designed to keep Mr. Dotes unconscious. Our villain is greedy but he is not a murderer.

I told the little man in black, "Friend, you have reached a crossroads. This is the pivotal moment of your life. And it could be fatal."

Take care. He believes he still has options.

"The lady behind you isn't happy with you. She paid you to heal this man. You poisoned him instead. The gentleman behind her is General Block of the Civil Guard. He wants to ask you some questions, too."

Easy, Old Bones sent. Stop pressing. I have to get control of his body functions, especially his heartbeat. He could die if I do not.

I started to ask a question.

Silence! His heart is about to burst.

I'd heard of that in mice and horses but never a human being.

I raised a hand to Block and Belinda. We had to let the Dead Man work his magic.

Old Bones stilled, calmed, and reported, He was prepared for entrapment by a master hypnotist who was unaware that he might encounter someone like me. I have undone the commands driving him toward heart failure but I have failed to discover who placed those commands.

Inspiration. "Belinda, why did you choose this particular healer?"

"I went to the Children of the Light. I asked for someone. Then I proved that I could afford them."

Maybe that inspiration was halfway a dud. "How long did it take them to decide to help you?"

"Oh. Several days. More than three."

"You went to them before you came to me." Which didn't hurt my feelings. My skills as a healer are slightly inferior.

Old Bones sent, This one was given the assignment by lot. He was suborned between his first and second visits to Mr. Dotes. A great deal of money was involved. He has done wicked things before. This is the first time his perfidy has been detected.

The old devil was gleeful.

Belinda said, "You have a lifesaving opportunity, healer. That life being your own."

The Dead Man stabilized the healer's vitals, denying him the escape of death. I'm sure he plundered the man's memories at the same time.

I said, "I'm feeling generous. I'm going to offer you a chance to save two lives." Playmate was asleep in a chair in the Dead Man's room. I would make this greedy idiot heal him after he turned Morley around.

This is remarkably difficult, the Dead Man sent. I cannot negate the full regime of posthypnotic commands. What we want we will have to get quickly. The self-destruct sequence has only been stalled. I may not be able to hold it off indefinitely.

I looked at Morley, at the healer, at Morley again, and could not find in myself any sympathy for the healer.