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  "Yes?"

  "According to the computer, she hadnt paid anything since May. But her charges were low, so she still hadnt exceeded the amount of deposit. "

  "I see. "

  "If shell supply us with her current address, we can forward the balance due to her. She may not want to be bothered, it only comes to four dollars and thirty-seven cents. "

  I told her that was probably low on Paulas list of priorities. "Theres one other thing you could help me with," I said. "Could you tell me the exact date when she requested termination of service?"

  "Just a moment," she said, and I waited. "That was July twentieth," she said.

  That sounded wrong, and I checked my notebook to make sure. I was right- Paula had paid rent for the last time on the sixth, Florence Edderling had entered the room and found it empty on the fifteenth, and Georgia Price moved in on the eighteenth. That meant Paula would have waited a minimum of five days after quitting the premises before calling to have her telephone cut off. If she waited that long, why call at all? And, if she was going to call, why not provide a forwarding address?

  "That doesnt square with my figures," I said. "Is it possible that she requested termination earlier and it took a few days before the order was carried out?"

  "Thats not how it works. When we receive a disconnect order, we put it through right away. We dont have to send somebody out to disconnect, you know. We do it electronically from a distance. "

  "Thats strange. Shed already vacated the premises. "

  "Just a minute. Let me punch it up on the screen again and see what it says. " I didnt have a long wait. "According to this," she said, "the phone was still in service until we received instructions to disconnect on 7/20. Of course theres always the possibility of computer error. "

  I had a cup of coffee and read through my notebook. Then I put through a collect call to Warren Hoeldtke at his auto showroom. I said, "Ive run into a minor inconsistency here. I dont think it amounts to anything, but I want to check it out. What Id like to get from you is the date of your last telephone call to Paula. "

  "Let me see. It was sometime in late June, and-"

  "No, that was the last time you talked with her. But you called her several times after that, didnt you?"

  "Yes, and we were ultimately advised that the service had been disconnected. "

  "But first there were some calls where you reached her answering machine. I want to know when the last one of those went through. "

  "I see," he said. "Gee. Im afraid I havent got that kind of memory. It was toward the end of July when we took our trip, and right after we got back we called and learned the phone was disconnected, so that would have been the middle of last month. I think I told you all that. "

  "Yes. "

  "But as for our last call when we got the machine, that would have been before we left for the Black Hills, but I wouldnt be able to tell you the date. "

  "Youve probably got a record. "

  "Oh?"

  "Do you keep your phone bills?"

  "Of course. My accountant would have a fit if I didnt. Oh, I see. I was thinking there would be no record of a call if we didnt get through to her, but of course if the machine answered it would be a complete call. So it would be on our statement. "

  "Thats right. "

  "I dont have the paid bills here, Im afraid. My wife will know right where they are, though. Do you have my home phone number?" I said I did. "Let me call her first," he said, "so shell have everything at hand when you call. "

  "While youre at it, tell her Ill be calling collect. Im at a pay phone. "

  "Thats no problem. In fact, I have a better idea. Give me the number of the pay phone and she can call you. "

  I was calling from a phone on the street and I didnt want to relinquish possession of it. After he rang off I stood there still holding the receiver to my ear so that I would look as though I were using the phone. I allowed a little time for Hoeldtke to reach his wife and another few minutes for her to thumb through her file of paid phone bills. Then, still holding the receiver to my ear, I hung one hand on the hook so shed be able to get through to me when she called. A couple of times someone would linger a few yards away, waiting to use the phone when I got off it. Each time I turned and said apologetically that I expected to be a while.

  The phone rang, though not before Id begun to tire of my little exercise in street theater. I said hello, and a confident female voice said, "Hello, this is Betty Hoeldtke, and Im calling for Matthew Scudder. " I identified myself and she said that her husband had told her what I was trying to determine. "I have the July statement in front of me," she said. "It shows three calls to Paula. Two of them were two-minute calls and one was three minutes. I was just now trying to imagine how it could have taken three minutes to leave a message asking her to call us, but of course first we would have had to listen to her message, wouldnt we? Although I sometimes think the phone companys computers bill you for more minutes than you actually stay on the phone. "

  "What were the dates of the calls, Mrs. Hoeldtke?"

  "July fifth, July twelfth, and July seventeenth. And I looked up the June calls, and the last time we spoke with Paula was June the nineteenth. Thats on our statement because she would call us and we would call her back. "

  "Your husband told me about the code you used. "

  "I feel a little funny about it, although we werent really cheating the phone company out of anything. But it always seems-"

  "Mrs. Hoeldtke, what was the date of the last call to Paula?"

  "July seventeenth. She usually called on a Sunday, and July fifth when we first called and got the machine was a Sunday, and then the twelfth was a week later, and the seventeenth, let me see- twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen, Sunday Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday Friday- the seventeenth would have been a Friday, and-"

  "You reached her answering machine on the seventeenth of July. "

  "We must have, because that was the three-minute conversation. I probably left a longer message than usual to tell her that we were leaving for the Dakotas the middle of next week, and to please call us before we left. "

  "Let me make some notes," I said, and jotted down what shed told me in my notebook. Something didnt add up. All it very likely meant was that somebodys records were wrong, but I would spend as much time as I had to ironing out the inconsistency, like a bank teller working three hours overtime to search out a ten-cent discrepancy.

  "Mr. Scudder? What happened to Paula?"

  "I dont know, Mrs. Hoeldtke. "

  "Ive had the most awful feeling. I keep having the thought that shes-" The pause stretched. "Dead," she said.

  "Theres no evidence of that. "

  "Is there any evidence that shes alive?"

  "She seems to have packed up and left her room under her own power. Thats a favorable sign. If shed left her clothes in the closet Id be less optimistic. "

  "Yes, of course. I see what you mean. "

  "But I cant get much sense of where she may have gone, or what her life might have been like during the last few months she lived on West Fifty-fourth Street. Did she give any indication of what she was doing? Did she mention a boyfriend?"

  I asked other questions in that vein. I couldnt draw anything much out of Betty Hoeldtke. After a while I said, "Mrs. Hoeldtke, one of my problems is I know what your daughter looks like but I dont know who she is. What did she dream about? Who were her friends? What did she do with her time?"

  "With any of my other children that would be a much easier question to answer. Paula was a dreamer, but I dont know what it was that she dreamed. In high school she was the most normal and average child you could imagine, but I think that was just because she wasnt ready yet to let her own light shine. She was hiding who she was, and maybe from herself as well. " She sighed. "She had the usual high school romances, nothing very serious. Then at Ball State I dont think she had a real boyfriend after Scott was killed.
She kept-"

  I interrupted to ask who Scott was and what had happened to him. He was her boyfriend and unofficial fianc? during her sophomore year, and hed lost control of his motorcycle on a curve.

  "He was killed instantly," she remembered. "I think something changed in Paula when that happened. She had boys she was friendly with after that, but that was when she got really interested in theater and the boys were friends of hers from the theater department. I dont think there was much question of romance. The ones she spent the most time with, my sense was that they werent interested in romance with girls. "

  "I see. "

  "I worried about her from the day she left for New York. She was the only one who left, you know. All my others stayed nearby. I kept it hidden, I didnt let on to her, and I dont think Warren had any idea how I worried. And now that shes dropped off the face of the earth-"

  "She may turn up just as abruptly," I offered.

  "I always thought she went to New York to find herself. Not to be an actress, it never seemed that important to her. But to find herself. And now my fear is that shes lost. "

  I had lunch at a pizza stand on Eighth Avenue. I got a thick square of the Sicilian and shook a lot of crushed red pepper onto it and ate it standing up at the counter, washing it down with a small Coke. It seemed quicker and more predictable than, say, walking down to the Druids Castle and finding out for myself what toad-in-the-hole was.

  There was a noon meeting Tuesdays at St. Clares Hospital, and I remembered that Eddie had mentioned it as one he want to fairly regularly. I got there late but stayed right through to the prayer. He didnt show up.

  I called my hotel to see if there were any messages. Nothing.

  I dont know what made me go looking for him. Cop instinct, maybe. Id been expecting to see him at St. Paul s the night before and hadnt. He could have changed his mind about doing his fifth step with me, or might simply have wanted more time to weigh the idea, and might have stayed away from the meeting to avoid encountering me before he was ready. Or he might have decided he wanted to watch something on television that night, or gone to another meeting, or for a long walk.

  Still, he was an alcoholic and hed been troubled, and those conditions could have inclined him to forget all the fine reasons he knew for staying away from a drink. Even if hed started drinking, that was no call for me to go after him. The only time to help somebody is when he asks for it. Until then, the best thing I could do for him was leave him alone.

  Maybe I was just tired of trying to cut the cold trail of Paula Hoeldtke. Maybe I went looking for Eddie because I figured hed be easy to find.

  * * *

  Even so, it took some doing. I knew what street he was on but I didnt know the building, and I didnt much feel like going door-to-door trying to read the nameplates on doorbells and mailboxes. I checked a phone book to see if he was still listed in spite of his phone having been disconnected. I couldnt find him.

  I called an Information operator and identified myself as a police officer and made up a shield number. Thats a misdemeanor, but I dont suppose its the sort of thing you can go to hell for. I wasnt asking her to do anything illegal, just trying to get her to do me a favor shed probably have denied a civilian. I told her I was trying to find a listing a year or two old. It wasnt in her computer, but she found an old White Pages and looked it up for me.