“I read it in the Police Gazette: ‘We never give up.’”
“‘Never’ being the operative word.”
“A dramatic slogan to raise business.”
“Even melodramatic,” said Claypool. “But . . .”
“But what?”
“The trouble is, they stick to it.”
“I stick to things, too.”
“That you do, sir. It is among your most admirable qualities.”
Suddenly, Culp’s expression darkened and he got the thundercloud on his face that made him dangerous. “Wait a minute! Even if we can’t be connected, our man’s going to have a hard time doing it when they warn Roosevelt someone’s gunning for him.”
Claypool smiled.
“What are you grinning about? The Secret Service will take precautions.”
“I am not ‘grinning,’” said Brewster Claypool, “I am smiling, because I am imagining Teddy’s reaction when they tell him he must take precautions.”
&
nbsp; “How? What? What will he do?”
“He will suck in his belly, stick out his chest, and declare that he is not afraid.”
“So?”
“The funny thing is, he’ll be telling the truth. Teddy won’t be afraid. And he will refuse to take precautions.”
19
Isaac Bell went back to the Cherry Grove. The name gold-leafed above the lintel had been changed to “Grove House.” He asked Nick Sayers which of the women had worked in the library the night Sayers had overheard the plot.
Only Jenny, a raven-haired beauty. Bell took her upstairs and, when their door was closed, handed her one hundred dollars and said, “I have a simple request and whatever you answer I’ll tell no one.”
Jenny said, “Don’t worry, I always say yes. What do you want?”
“On the Saturday night before the Pink Tea shut down the house, two of the men in the Cherry Grove club left the main club room for the small library.”
Jenny looked alarmed. “How do you know about the club? Are you friends with them?”
“Not really. One of the men was Brewster Claypool. Do you remember who went with him?”
“Does Mr. Sayers know you’re asking this?”
“Would you like to ask him to confirm it?”
She looked Bell up and down and said, “Well, that explains that.”
“Explains what?”
“I was wondering why you came to a sporting house.”
Bell smiled back. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you. And may I say that if I ever felt the need to come to one, I’d make sure you were in it . . . Do you recall who Mr. Claypool left the room with?”