by Wolfe, Gene
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m trying to find them myself.”
“You nurse?”
Then the lights came back. She was in the middle of the hall, with patients milling around her. The man before her was the man with pierced ears.
The lights went out again.
Chapter 40
A CROWD INSANE
“Sit down!” Dr. Bensen ordered.
Scuffling and a thump.
“What did I trip over?” Sandy asked.
“Me,” someone said. “Sit down!”
“I was trying to find a way out.”
“We all were. But as long as the lights are out, there’s no way out.”
“Heavy,” someone else said. “Who’s that?”
“Not heavy, just true, all right? This is the eighth floor—”
“Sixth, I think.”
“Who are you?”
“—the elevators aren’t running, and the door to the steps is locked. As long as the lights are off, we can’t get out.”
“So you might as well sit down and stay down. That’s what we’re doing. At least you won’t break your nose.”
A yowl, a louder scuffle, and a thud.
“Not on me! Nobody said for you to sit on me!”
“I hit my elbow on this God-damned floor. None of you gives one damn, do you? I could have broken my arm.”
“Is that a man or a woman?”
“A woman. You can tell by the voice.”
“A man. It’s too big for a lady.”
“Probably Emma Cook. She’s as big as a house.”
“Or Corky Davis. He’s as big as two houses, but he pretends to be a woman all the time.”
“Or Candy. That you, Candy?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Candy said.
“No, it’s not. I’m over here. You want to feel me?”
“Hey! Hands to yourself.”
“Move over so I can sit down.”
“I think we ought to go around the circle—are we in a circle? And tell who we are.”
“I am the Page of Wands.”
“You sound more like a woman than a little boy.”
“Let’s go around. Not all of us are crazy. We ought to be able to weed out the nuts soon enough.”
“Is that you, Mr. Stubb?” Sandy asked.
“I’m Candy—over here.”
“No, my name is Dr. Robert R. Roberts.”
“Oh, you can’t help that, we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“I’m not mad!” Sandy objected. “What makes you think I am?”
“You must be, or you wouldn’t have come here. M-e-e-ow!”
“Come on, let’s go around,” Stubb said. “I’m Stubb.”
“Wallace J. Willis.”
“Joan Giraud.”
“Page of Wands.”
“Candy Garth.”
“Klipspringer.”
“Nimo.”
“Maude Gonne.”
“Carlton C. Katz.”
“Hey, Stubb, hasn’t it got back to you yet?”
“No.”
“No!”
“NO!”
“Corona Borealis.”
“Osgood M. Barnes,” Barnes said firmly.
“Jake Barnes.”
“Candy Garth.”
“Hey, you’re not me!”
“She’s not me either.”
“Candy, was that you?”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Stubb, this isn’t going to work.”
“Who’s that? Ozzie?”
“Yes.”
“Here!” Little Ozzie called.
“Hey, a kid!”
“I’m Ozzie Barnes.”
“Little Ozzie, come over here,” Barnes said. “It’s Daddy.”
“Over here, Ozzie!”
“Right here, Ozzie!”
“Ozzie, you got him?” Candy asked.
“No!”
“No!”
“Right,” Barnes told her. “Everything’s okay.”
“Little boy, is that your dad?”
“I think so.”
“It’s a wise child that knows his own father.”
“Who was that?”
“Page of Wands, I think,” Sandy said. “Mr. Stubb, this isn’t going to work. We’ve got too many liars.”
“That’s right.”
“I’ll say.”
“Besides, Mr. Stubb, supposing that each of us was known to all the rest, by whatever label the world has fastened to each, of what good would that be?”
“Madame Serpentina?”
“No,” the witch said.
“Sure you are. I’d know your voice anyplace.”
“I am the person you have been accustomed to call Madame Serpentina, though that is not my name. There are others here who call me by another—which is not mine either. In the dark? Who can say?”
“What shall we call you?”
“Why need you call me anything?”
“Well, you’re here, anyway. Did you get the Gypsies loose?”
(A moment of silence.)
“She’s gone.”
“We are free—if to be free is to be free as you are. But a Gypsy cannot be free under a roof.”
“Hey, that’s profound! By God, I knew somebody’d say something profound if we kept at it long enough.”
“A wife is a woman who has only been wrong about one thing in her whole life.”
“That’s profound too.”
“Death is to life what potatoes are to breakfast.”
“Going broke would be like going crazy, if you could push your purse in a sow’s ear.”
“Knock it off, people!” Stubb ordered.
“What for? You got a better idea?”
“Philosophy is where you go when every other mind is closed.”
“You won’t ever get these crazies to talk sense, Stubb. And anyway, what could you do with them if you did?”
“We already said that. That was sensible, no?”
“Christ, I wonder how long this thing’s going to last. The lights must have been off for half an hour already.”
“There’s a clock over the nurse’s desk. If somebody has a watch, he could compare it with that. If he could see it.”
“What’s it like outside, you think?”
“Cold.”
“I mean, are they busting the windows on the TV stores? That stuff?”
“I’ve been listening, and I keep hearing sirens.”
“Put wax in your ears.”
“I already got wax in my ears.”
“Doesn’t help, huh?”
“Somebody help him, or we’ll be driven on the rocks! Doctor! Doctor! Where the hell are the doctors?”
“Where do you think? They’re right here with us.”
“They are us.”
“We has met the enema—”
“Somebody said he was Dr. Bob.”
“That wasn’t him. I know his voice.”
“Didn’t he get bit on the arm?”
“That was Alma-Mae Jackson.”
“I didn’t think she’d bite anybody.”
“She might slap them around a little.”
“That’s different.”
“Listen to the sirens … .”
“I want to get out.”
“Are you kidding? It’s a madhouse out there.”
“Me too. This is Stubb—Jim Stubb, the private investigator. Who are you?”
“Gypsy Pete.”
“Hey, I want to join the Gypsies.”
“You don’t join the Gypsies. The Gypsies are like a family. You got to be born.”
“I’ve heard of people that joined the Gypsies. The Gypsies like them, see, and they say, come on, be a Gypsy. And they do.”
“That’s different. Sure, that way you can join the Gypsies.”
“Hey, Pete, you like this guy?”
“Hell, no!”
“No way!”
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“Get lost!”
“None of those were Pete,” Stubb said. “Pete, you still here?”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“I heard once how the Gypsies steal kids.”
“That’s fairies!”
“We do not!”
“My God, listen to those sirens … .”
“Yeah.”
“I thought this only happened in the summer. Because of the air conditioning.”
“Is it going to last all night?”
“It could.”
“Probably not.”
“It could last two nights, easy. How the hell do we know what’s wrong?”
“Yeah, why don’t we all go back to our rooms and sleep?”
“That was a doctor! Or maybe an orderly. I got him!”
“Hey, let go!”
“So what? They’re bound to be mixed in.”
“He’ll have keys! They gotta have keys to the stairs in case there’s a fire. Help me, somebody!”
“I got him!”
“That’s me—let go!”
“Where’d he go?”
Stamping and stampeding.
“Where is everybody?”
“We’re all scattered out again.”
“He get away?” Barnes asked.
“Yeah.”
“Listen, Stubb—is that you, Stubb?”
“Yeah.”
“We could bust the door,” Barnes said.
“It’s metal.”
“I don’t care, I bet we could bust them. Come on, Little Ozzie, Daddy’s going to bust down a door.”
“I’ll help you.”
“Candy? Is that you, Candy?”
“Sure it’s me,” Candy said. “You probably think I can’t, but weight’s what it takes and weight’s what I’ve got.”
“Where’s the door, anyhow?”
“Next to the elevators.”
“Where’s Madame Serpentina? I was with her. And the tall guy—Reeder.”
“Reeder! Reeder was here?”
“He gave us a hand. You know him?”
“I owe him. I’m gonna knock his block off.”
“He’s pretty big, Ozzie.”
“He’s in for a susprize. I’ll deck ’at swab!”
“Big talk,” Stubb said. “Want to borrow my sap?”
“Jim, won’t you and Ozzie shut up for a minute. Listen. Listen outside.”
“All right, I’m listening. Sirens.”
“Lots of sirens. All the time. Everything the pigs and the firemen have must be out there, and every ambulance in the whole damn city.”
“You want to stay here, Candy?”
“No. No, I don’t. But if I wasn’t starving to death, I’d say yes. Have you thought about the people out there? I mean, a blackout like this in the dead of winter? The heat will be off in all the buildings. It’s been off here, but this is a big, solid old place, so it takes a while to notice it. Out there, they’ll have got cold in a hurry. They must have gone outside to start fires in the street. It would be garbage and stuff at first.”
“The hell with that—where’s the door?”
“Here’s one for you, Mr. Stubb. Why is—”
“Who’s that, Jim?”
“Nimo, I think. Where are you, Nimo?”
“—the door you’re looking for like Samson?”
“Okay, it’s a strong door. Nobody said it was going to be easy. Keep talking so we can find you.”
“Because they’re both unlocked!”
Chapter 41
THE LAW OF THE SEE
Behind them, the dark bulk of Belmont was soon lost among others equally dark. Moon and stars were hidden behind clouds heavy with snow, but leaping flames gave a distant, fitful light, and from time to time some wildly careening car swept by, its brights lancing the street. The air was still, and bitterly cold.
“Looks like hell, doesn’t it?” Candy said. “Just the same, I’d like to get closer to one of those fires.” She had no coat over her bulging nurse’s uniform.
Barnes, in slippers and thin hospital pajamas, was worse off still. He did not seem to know it, pegging along bravely with little Ozzie trotting beside him. Nimo was too active to suffer, turning flips and cartwheels on the ice.
“Sandy didn’t make it, I guess,” Stubb said. “We lost her.”
“She was with you?” Candy asked. “She’ll get out okay. She wasn’t a patient, after all.”
“I guess Doc Makee will too,” Barnes said. “What’s our course?”
“Back to the Consort.”
“Well, blow me down! I just remembered, I got a date wit Olive. What time is it?”
Stubb glanced at his wrist. “Six forty-five.”
“Wow!” Candy looked around at the darkened buildings. “It seems more like midnight. It really got late early tonight.”
Nimo capering ahead of the rest, stopped and threw his arms wide. “Lipstick!”
“Listen,” Barnes told Stubb. “I got to get slicked up. She’s going to pick me up in front of the Consort at eight.”
“Okay, you’re not heavy. I bet Candy could do it.”
Nimo dropped to his knees before her. “If I only had a lipstick, I could make stripes on these pajamas. I could give myself a red nose, too.”
“Jim, get him away from me! I think he’s going to sing that song from The Wizard of Oz.”
“I like it,” Little Ozzie announced. “We’re o-o-off to see the Wizard, the Wonnerful WizardoFoz!”
“No, no,” Nimo told him. “I-i-if I only had a lipstick, they could not think me a dipstick. I would not be thought insane! With a lipstick I could stripe me, I could even overripe me, they would not suspect my brain!”
“Blow me down,” Barnes muttered. “I’m cold.” He glanced down a side street where a fire winked like a star as dark figures passed before it. “Those guys might be working on a haberdashery right now.”
Little Ozzie looked up at him. “You wouldn’t steal the clothes, would you, Dad?”
“Of course not,” Barnes told him. “But there’s a thing called the right of salvage—that means that if something’s found abandoned, the finder gets to keep it. For instance, if somebody’s already broken into some store, and there’s nobody there to take care of the things, that store is considered shop-wrecked, and until the owner or the police come, anybody can take whatever he wants. Candy, will you look after Little Ozzie for a while?”
“If you’ll try to get me a coat.”
“Fine,” Barnes said. He turned and darted across the street. Once his hospital slippers slipped on the ice, but he did not quite fall.
“I didn’t know Ozzie could run like that,” the fat girl said.
Stubb shook his head. “I hope he doesn’t get caught. The power could come on any minute.”
The boy, who had not far to look, looked up at him. “If the store is store-wrecked, it’s all right, isn’t it?”
Candy said, “See, Little Ozzie, the lights are sort of like. having a cop watching the place.”
“Or the sun could come up!” Nimo looked at the dark sky and threw wide his arms.
“Hey, you really are crazy, aren’t you?”
“It could happen,” he told her seriously. “Anything could, and something has to happen. I’ll bet you a massage—against a kiss—that the sun will rise within a minute.”
“Are you a good masseur? I bet you are. Okay, it’s a bet.”
“Come here,” Nimo said to Little Ozzie. “Get up on me. I’ll carry you awhile.” He crouched, and the boy clambered onto his back. Nimo hitched him to his shoulders and stood. “See! Ozzie is that other Ozzie’s son, and he has risen!”
“Okay, I owe—” Candy broke off her sentence and pointed. “Jim! Do you see that?”
“See what?”
“That sign, down there. Jim, it’s the Dilly Deli. They have the greatest corned-beef sandwiches, wine, beer, all that stuff. Aren’t you hungry? My God, I’m starving.”
“I’m hungry,” Little Ozzie announced from Nimo’s shoulders.
“Sure you are! And we’re going to get you something to eat. You trust Candy. Nimo, come on!”
Half a block down, the delicatessen was silent and dark, its windows filled with bread, bottles, and hand-lettered cardboard signs.
“You’d think they’d be there, wouldn’t you?” Candy said. “They used to be open till nine.”
“If they were there,” Stubb remarked practically, “you couldn’t get in and scarf a sandwich. You haven’t got any money.”
“What the hell do you mean, a sandwich? A super-Dilly, with pastrami, corned beef, roast beef, liver sausage, and Russian dressing, with a bowl of matzo-ball soup and a malted. Jim, can you get us inside?”
Stubb squinted at the door. “Maybe I could, but I won’t.”
“For Christ’s sake, Jim! You want me to bust the window with a brick?”
“No, I want you to walk about another four blocks. Then I’ll get you whatever you want to eat. Come on.” The small man started down the icy sidewalk. After a moment Nimo followed him, carrying the boy.
Panting, Candy waddled after them. “Jim, this better be good. My feet hurt and my legs hurt, and I’m cold. And I’m so God-damned hungry I could eat my own arm.”
Nimo was scratching the crown of his head, arm held high and hand bent in an exaggerated gesture of rube puzzlement. “We’re getting close to my clownhouse,” he said. “I can show you an unlocked window, but there isn’t much in my Peterpantry.”
“Nah,”. Stubb said. “It isn’t that. We’re going to the Sandwich Shop. Candy just reminded me—it’s Friday night.”
There was a bonfire in the middle of the street; stores on both sides had been broken into, but the looting was nearly finished now. A few children, newly dressed in heavy clothing, pawed through what remained. A few adults stood warming their hands at the fire occasionally tossing rubbish onto it: fragments of a broken counter, papers, scraps of carpet, and the heads and limbs of mannequins. “Somebody hurt?” they asked, seeing Candy’s uniform. She nodded and hurried after Stubb and Nimo.
A liquor store farther down had been abandoned even by the pillagers, a cold, reeking cavern of darkness and broken glass. She hesitated, knowing nothing remained, yet unwilling to leave its odor, the failed promise of warmth and cheer. It seemed to her that they might have left a single case, even if it were only of half-pints, half-pints of rum or some filthy cordial, for those like herself who passed in the street. She began to curse softly as she puffed along. She knew a great many evil words, and she was still cursing when they reached the entrance of the Sandwich Shop.