Chapters (4)
A crowd surrounded Corbie's place. "Bad news travels fast," Case said. "Sir."
"Doesn't it? Make a hole here, men. Coming through." He paused inside. "He always this tidy?"
"Yes, sir. He was obsessive about order and doing things by the numbers."
"I wondered. He stretched the rules a bit with his night walks."
Case gnawed his lip and wondered if he ought to give the Colonel Corbie's message. He decided it was not yet time.
"Upstairs?" the Colonel asked one of the men who had found Corbie.
"Yes, sir."
Case was up the stairs already. He spied Corbie's oilskin packet, without thinking started to slide it inside his jacket.
"Son."
Case turned. Sweet stood in the doorway, frowning.
"What are you doing?"
The Colonel was the most intimidating figure Case could imagine. More so than his father, who had been a harsh and exacting man. He did not know how to respond. He stood there shaking.
The Colonel extended a hand. Case handed the packet over. "What were you doing, son?"
"Uh… Sir… One day…"
"Well?" Sweet examined Corbie without touching him. "Well? Out with it."
"He asked me to deliver a letter for him if anything happened to him. Like he thought his time was running out.
He said it would be in an oilskin packet. On account of the rain and everything. Sir."
"I see." The Colonel slipped fingers under Corbie's chin, lifted. He returned the packet to the table, peeled back one of Corbie's eyelids. The pupil revealed was a pinprick. "Hmm." He felt Corbie's forehead. "Hmm." He flicked several reflex points with his finger or fist. Corbie did not respond. "Curious. Doesn't look like a stroke."
"What else could it be, sir?"
Colonel Sweet straightened. "Maybe you'd know better than I."
"Sir?"
"You say Corbie expected something."
"Not exactly. He was afraid something would happen. Talked like he was getting old and his time was running out. Maybe he had something wrong he never told nobody about."
"Maybe. Ah. Holts." The horse doctor had arrived. He followed the course the Colonel had, straightened, shrugged.
"Beyond me, Colonel."
"We'd better move him where we can keep an eye on him. Your job, son," he told Case. "If he doesn't come out of it soon, we'll have to force-feed him." He poked around the room, checked the titles of the dozen or so books. "A learned man, Corbie. I thought so. A study in contrasts. I've often wondered what he really was."
Case was nervous for Corbie now. "Sir, I think that way back he was somebody in one of the Jewel Cities, but his luck turned and he joined the army."
"We'll talk about it after we move him. Come along."
Case followed. The Colonel seemed very thoughtful. Maybe he should give him Corbie's message.