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There was no trace of her dimple when Meg said, "Wally's been accused of stealing a little gold boat that's said to be worth about thirty thousand dollars."
"I haven't been accused," Wally said quickly.
She gave him a scornful look. "You have, or will be in the next day or two."
Frank held up his hand. "Hold it, you two. I should have made this clear at the start. I'm sorry I didn't. This office no longer takes on criminal cases, I'm afraid."
Meg didn't try to hide her dismay, and Wally took her hand. "Honey, this will blow over. Jay isn't going to press any charges. He's just having us on for kicks or something."
Meg kept her gaze on Frank. "Can you recommend someone else?"
"Indeed I can," he said, getting to his feet. He went to his desk and placed a call.

Chapter 2
Barbara Holloway cradled the phone and sat regarding an open folder on her desk for several minutes, a case from a walk-in client at Martin's restaurant. More of the same, she thought, and closed the folder. She did not underestimate the importance to her clients of the problems they brought to her twice a week, doing double duty as she was while Shelley was away, but on the other hand, for her they were routine and, she had to admit, boring.
She considered the word boring with surprise and decided it wasn't exactly what she was feeling. Restlessness? Waiting for something to happen? It was the April blahs, she told herself firmly and stood up. A beautiful day outside after a few weeks of heavy rain had left her wanting to be out there playing, walking, doing something. Her father had warned her that after years of one difficult case after another, she might feel restless. But, he had added, she should relax and enjoy the respite.
She nodded. Right. She walked to the outer office and said to Maria, "Dad's bringing over a couple of people, and since it's getting on to noon, take off when you are ready. After I see them, Dad and I will go out for lunch and I don't think I'll come back afterward. Nothing for you to do. Go fly a kite with your kids or something."
"Want me to put on coffee?" Maria asked.
"Sure. Just measure stuff and if they want it I'll turn it on."
Ten minutes later Maria tapped on the door and Barbara opened it to receive her visitors. Frank made the introductions, then retrieved a third client chair from against the wall and positioned it in front of her desk. He angled it in such a way that he would have a good line of sight to watch Wally and Meg as they talked. Taking her cue from him, Barbara seated herself behind her desk and pulled her yellow legal pad within range.
Wally adjusted his position in his chair. "Your dad told us a little about you on our way over."
"I also told them that I'd fill you in on some background over lunch. So they can get right to their problem," Frank said.
"Yes, our problem," Wally said. "Not that it is a problem exactly, but Meg's afraid it could become one and we should be prepared, just in case. See, a fellow we know is missing a little gold boat and he told his insurer and the police that I must have taken it."
Meg interrupted before he could continue. "Ms. Holloway, let me tell it with a few more details. We ran into Jay Wilkins over at the casino in Florence on Saturday night. I recognized him right away because we had seen his picture in the newspaper a month or so ago."
"The Buick dealership Wilkins?" Frank asked.
"Yes. We all went to high school together. Anyway, when I saw Jay, I spoke to him, and he invited us to his house here in Eugene for a drink on Monday, when we'd all be back in town. He said to talk about old times. We went, but as it turned out, it was not a comfortable visit and we didn't stay very long. He wanted to show off his collections, for one thing. A wall filled with cases that held dozens of model cars, and another with Egyptian and Etruscan artifacts. He opened that case and we all handled a little gold boat. He said it was a model of Cleopatra's famous gold barge. It's very beautiful, about five inches long. Then we went into another room with a bar and we had our drink. He didn't really want to talk about the old days, but rather about his wife. Apparently she's away on a trip back east, and he seemed very preoccupied about it. He mentioned her on Saturday, and then talked about her on Monday. He's concerned because she hasn't called. As I said, it was not a comfortable visit and we stayed only long enough to have a drink, then left."
"That boat's of no interest to anyone on earth except a collector," Wally said then. "Not something you could take to a pawnshop and unload. He said it's worth thirty grand, definitely not the sort of thing to grab for a quick buck."
Meg put her hand on his arm. "Your turn's coming." She faced Barbara again. "That was Monday. Yesterday, I had just left the house to go get our mail. I was still in the driveway when a car pulled in and two men got out. A detective and an insurance agent. They said they wanted to ask us a few questions." She patted Wally's arm. "Your turn."
"About time," he said in a good-natured way. "Right away the detective said I might as well hand it over. Practical jokes didn't make it. Give it back and Jay would forget the whole thing. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. They told me the boat was gone and we were the only two who had been in the house. They didn't tell me more than that, no details, except that it was gone and no one else could have taken it. I told Meg not to worry, it'll turn up. But here we are."
"Oh, Wally," Meg said despairingly. "What if it doesn't? Your word against Jay Wilkins's, and your word wouldn't be worth much if it comes to an arrest." She looked at Barbara, then Frank beseechingly. "Tell him how dangerous his position is."
"Why is it?" Barbara asked. "Is there a housekeeper? Who can say for sure no one else was in the house? When did they find out it was missing? Did Wilkins lock the case after you looked at things?"
Wally shook his head. "He didn't lock it. He took Meg by the arm and practically dragged her out to the bar. I trailed behind them and the case not only wasn't locked, it was wide open." He shrugged. "And as I said, they didn't give me any real details."
"I don't understand why your word isn't as good as Jay Wilkins's," Barbara said.
"I'm an ex-con," Wally said. "Your dad got me out of trouble when I was a kid, and a few years later I did time for lifting a wallet. They knew about the first one, Jay must have told them, and by now they probably know about the second one."
"Was he your drop man back when you were kids?" Frank asked. "You had to have had an accomplice."
Meg looked startled when Wally nodded.
Wally regarded Frank for a moment. "You never even asked. The ways of lawyers are mysterious. He was. We both worked at the car lot, the only time we were really together, and his dad kept him on a very short leash. Jay's old man was tight as a closed clam, and about as mean as a crab. Jay never had a cent." He paused a moment.
"It was a shock to see Jay in his father's skin, same expressions, same sort of grasping I've-got-mine-and-I-intend-to-keep-it attitude. Same everything. A real shock. I worked for the old man and hated him and here he was facing me again, reincarnated. I didn't want to have anything more to do with Jay. And as far as practical jokes go, forget it. He isn't the kind to take a joke."
Barbara glanced at Frank, dismayed. Meg was right; Wally was in a tough spot.
Wally was looking about the office. "Is there a television available, a video cassette player? I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I'm absolutely legitimate, clean."
"I'll haul it out," Frank said, rising. He went to the closet, rolled out a small television on a stand and plugged it in. Meg handed him a video she had taken from her bag.
"It's a demo, edited way down," Wally said. "My act is about thirty minutes from start to finish, this is under five minutes. No sound, but there's a running patter that goes with it, a few jokes. You'll get the idea."
The video opened with a camera panning a large dinner-show room, filled tables crowded as close together as they could be and still allow waiters to move among them. A spotlight came on and landed on Wally and Meg sitting with an older man at one of the most distant tables from the stage. Wally s hair glowed in the bright light. He stood up and began to make his way toward the stage, stopping here and there to shake a hand, to greet someone, with a good deal of backslapping, leaning across tables to shake hands. On the stage the master of ceremonies apparently had asked for volunteers to come up, and they were making their own way to the stage. Behind them a few scantily dressed women were setting up a table with a white cloth, arranging four chairs behind it, one at the head.
Wally reached the stage and evidently was enticing a woman to come up also. She was middle-aged and embarrassed, giggling. In a courtly manner he met her at the stage apron and escorted her to the head of the table where he seated her. Then one by one he spoke to the male volunteers and again there were vigorous handshakes, back patting and, taking them one at a time by the arm, he positioned them in the remaining four chairs. Wally apparently had a monologue then, and while at it, he reached into an interior pocket and looked astonished when he pulled out a man's belt. One of the men at the table clutched at his slacks and half rose from his chair. Wally tossed the belt to him. Quickly then, expressing surprise at each item, he pulled from various pockets a watch, a necktie, wallets, a flashy necklace...
People in the audience were rising, making their way to the stage and the role the woman played became clear. Wally placed all the wallets before her, and as each owner claimed one, she verified names.
"A couple of casino security guys come over to pat me down," Wally said. "They make sure nothing's left, and the act's pretty much over."
On the screen Wally was bowing and blowing kisses to the audience. He gave the M.C. a bear hug and started to leave the stage, stopped, returned to the M.C. and handed him his wallet. He left quickly then, and the camera panned the enthusiastic audience.
"My God!" Barbara said in awe when the screen went dark. "You're a human vacuum cleaner."
"I'm good at my job," Wally said modestly and flashed his big grin. "That's why it will blow over about Jay's little boat. You think I'd risk my reputation for something as crude as common theft? And never in my lurid criminal past did I ever steal from anyone's house."
"Okay," Barbara said, "you're on. Do you have the insurance agent's name? I'll ask the right people some of the same questions I asked you."
Meg looked in her purse. "He gave me his card. He said if the boat turned up, as if by accident, I suppose, give him a call. I also brought a list of the performances Wally's given over the past few years. I thought it might be useful."
Barbara took the list and, after a glance, she said, "I imagine it will be if we need it. That's pretty impressive." The list included some of the biggest, best-known casinos in Las Vegas as well as Atlantic City. "For now, just sit tight. The boat might turn up at Jay Wilkins s house, or he might remember moving it. If they come back to your place asking questions, give me a call, and certainly if anyone turns up with a search warrant call me and stall them until I get there. Don't make a formal statement or sign anything. I'd want to be on hand for anything like that."
There were a few other details and then they were finished. Both Barbara and Frank went to the outer office with them. Maria was still at her desk working at her computer. After seeing Wally and Meg out, Barbara told Maria to take off, pronto, which was what she intended to do as soon as she cleaned off her desk.
"Lunch," Frank said, following her back to her office. "Fast. I want to get home and get those tomatoes in the ground before the rain comes back. I'll fill in the blanks over food." He chuckled. "He pinched my wallet back in the office. Slick as a whistle. I didn't feel a thing and didn't even miss it until he handed it back."