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〃I assumed you were willing to take the job by the fact that you disobeyed my orders and came here； thereby displaying an interest in the forensic aspects of crime。〃
Was he kidding again？ 〃I just don't like being left behind。 Look； I don't know jack about detective work。 I can't type； I can't handle the phones； and I'm sure as hell not going to take dictation or do whatever it is that assistants do。〃
〃That is not what I require。 This may surprise you； but I've actually given this matter some thought and I've concluded that you'll make an excellent assistant。 I need someone who knows the town； knows the people； knows their secrets； but who is also an outsider； beholden to no one。 Someone who will tell me the unvarnished truth as she sees it。 Are you not exactly that person？〃
Corrie considered it。 Outsider； beholden to no one 。 。 。 Depressingly； she seemed to fit the bill。
〃The promotion es with a raise to a hundred and fifty dollars a day。 I have all the paperwork in the car； including a limited scene…of…crime authorization。 It means obeying my orders to the letter。 No more jumping out of the car on a whim。 We will discuss your new responsibilities in more detail later。〃
〃Who's paying me？ The FBI？〃
〃I shall be paying you out of my own pocket。〃
〃e on； you know I'm not worth it。 You're throwing your money away。〃
Pendergast turned and looked at her； and once again she was struck by the intensity that lay behind those gray eyes。 〃I already know one thing： we are dealing with an extremely dangerous killer and I do not have time to waste。 I must have your help。 If one life is saved； what is that worth？〃
〃Yeah； but how can I possibly help？ I mean； the sheriff's right。 I'm just a dumb delinquent。〃
〃Miss Swanson； don't be fatuous。 Have we got a deal？〃
〃All right。 Butassistant is where it begins and ends。 Like I said before； don't get any ideas。〃
He looked at her。 〃I beg your pardon？〃
〃You're a man。 You know what I'm talking about。〃
Pendergast waved his hand。 〃Miss Swanson； the inference you are making is quite unthinkable。 We e from two different worlds。 There is a vast difference between us in terms of age； temperament； upbringing； background； and relative positions of power…not to mention your pierced tongue。 In my opinion such a relationship； while it might afford both of us considerable diversion； would be most unwise。〃
Corrie felt vaguely irritated by his explanation。 〃What's wrong with my pierced tongue？〃
〃Perhaps nothing。 Females of the Wimbu tribe of the Andaman Islands pierce their labia and dangle strings of cowry shells from them。 The shells jingle under their skirts when they walk。 The men find it most attractive。〃
〃That's totally foul！〃
Pendergast smiled。 〃So you are not the cultural relativist I had assumed。〃
〃You're a seriously weird person； you know that？〃
〃The alternative； Miss Swanson； does not appeal to me at all。〃 He took the light from her and shone it back on the dog。 〃And now； as my assistant； you can begin by telling me whose dog this is。〃
Her eyes flickered unwillingly back to the bloated corpse。 〃It's Jiff。 He belonged to Andy； Swede Cahill's son。〃
〃Did Jiff wear a collar？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Did he normally run free？〃
〃Most of the dogs in town run free； despite the leash laws。〃
Pendergast nodded。 〃I knew my confidence in you was not misplaced。〃
Corrie looked at him； feeling amused。 〃You're a real piece of work； you know that？〃
〃Thank you。 We seem to have something in mon。〃 He took the light from her and shined it back on the dog。
A silence descended on the rude clearing while Corrie wondered if she'd been insulted or plimented。 But as she followed the beam with her eyes； she felt a sudden stab of pity： pity that transcended the awful stench； the drone of flies。 Andy Cahill was going to be heartbroken。 Somebody had to tell him； and it looked like that somebody would have to be her。 She certainly couldn't leave it to the sheriff or his assistant； who could be counted on to say the wrong thing。 Nor did she think Pendergast； for all his courtesy； was the right person to break the news to the kid。 She looked up and； to her surprise； found Pendergast looking at her。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃I think it would be an act of kindness for you to break the news to Andy Cahill。〃
〃How did…？〃
〃At the same time； Miss Swanson； you might find out； in an offhand way； when Andy last saw Jiff； and where the dog might have been heading。〃
〃You want me to play detective； in other words。〃
Pendergast nodded。 〃You are； after all； my new assistant。〃
Fifteen
Margery Tealander sat behind the old wooden desk of her spartan office； industriously clipping coupons while keeping one eye onThe Price Is Right。 The picture on the old black…and…white was so poor that she'd cranked the volume up so as not to miss any of the action。 Not that there was all that much action today； rarely had she seen such a sorry group of contestants。 Bidding high； bidding low； bidding every which way except within a mile of the real price of anything。 She paused in her clipping to peer at the screen and listen。 Everybody else had bid on the latest item except for the final contestant； a skinny Asian girl who couldn't be more than twenty。
〃I'll bid one thousand four hundred and one dollars； Bob；〃 the girl said with a shy smile and a duck of her head。
〃Man alive。〃 Marge clucked disapprovingly and returned to her clipping。 Fourteen hundred dollars for an over…under Maytag？ What planet could these people be living on？ Couldn't be more than nine hundred fifty； tops。 And the audience wasn't any help either； yelling encouragingly at every wrong guess。 Now； ifshe was on the show； the audience would see someserious cleaning up。 She always seemed to guess the right price； always seemed to pick the right door。 And she wouldn't settle for any of those cheesy prizes； either； the redwood utility sheds or the knickknack cabinets or the year's supply of floor wax。 She'd hold out for the fifteen…foot Chris…Craft； she had a cousin up near Lake Scott with a dock and mooring。 The pity of it was that she'd finally talked Rocky into taking her out to Studio City； and then a week later he was diagnosed with emphysema。 And now； she couldn't very well go alone； God rest his soul； it would be much too much for 。 。 。 Nowthis was interesting： twenty percent off Woolite with a grocery purchase of 30 or more。 That hardlyever went on sale； and with triple coupons on weekends that meant she could buy it for almost half price。 She'd have to stock up。 You just couldn't beat the Shopper's Palace in Ulysses for prices。 The Red Owl in Garden City was closer； of course； but if you were serious about saving a little money you just couldn't beat the Palace。 And on Super Saturdays she'd get ten cents off a gallon on regular gas…that more than made up for the extra mileage right there。 Of course； she felt a little bad about not patronizing Ernie； but these were lean times and a body just had to be practical 。 。 。 Now； if that didn't beat all。 Nine hundred twenty…five for the Maytag。 Sure would have looked nice right next to her slop sink。 Maybe she'd talk to Alice Franks about looking into a bus excursion that