Lawrence Block - Ehrengraf Settlement

Ehrengraf, his mind abuzz with uplifting thoughts, left his car at the curb and walked the length of the flagstone path to Millard Ravenstocks imposing front door. There was a large bronze door-knocker in the shape of an elephants head, and one could lift and lower the animals hinged proboscis to summon the occupants.

Or, as an alternative, one could ring the doorbell by pressing the recessed mother-of-pearl button. Ehrengraf fingered the knot in his tie, with its alternating half-inch stripes of scarlet and Prussian blue, and brushed a speck of lint from the lapel of his gray flannel suit. Only then, having given both choices due consideration, did he touch the elephants trunk, before opting instead for the bell-push.

Moments later he was in a paneled library, seated in a leather club chair, with a cup of coffee at hand. He hadnt managed more than two sips of the coffee before Millard Ravenstock joined him.

Mr. Ehrengraf, the man said, giving the honorific just enough emphasis to suggest how rarely he employed it. Ehrengraf could believe it; this was a man who would call most people by their surnames, as if all the worlds inhabitants were members of his household staff.

Mr. Ravenstock, said Ehrengraf, with an inflection that was similar but not identical.

It was good of you to come to see me. In ordinary circumstances Id have called at your offices, but

A shrug and a smile served to complete the sentence.

In ordinary circumstances, Ehrengraf thought, the man would not have come to Ehrengrafs office, because thered have been no need for their paths to cross. Had Millard Ravenstock not found himself a person of interest in a murder investigation, hed have had no reason to summon Ehrengraf, or Ehrengraf any reason to come to the imposing Nottingham Terrace residence.

Ehrengraf simply observed that the circumstances were not ordinary.

Indeed they are not, said Ravenstock. His chalk-striped navy suit was clearly the work of a custom tailor, whod shown skill in flattering his clients physique. Ravenstock was an imposing figure of a man, stout enough to draw a physicians perfunctory warnings about cholesterol and type-two diabetes, but still well on the right side of the current national standard for obesity. Ehrengraf, who maintained an ideal weight with no discernible effort, rather agreed with Shakespeares Caesar, liking to have men about him who were fat.

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.

I beg your pardon?

Had he spoken aloud? Ehrengraf smiled, and waved a dismissive hand. Perhaps, he said, we should consider the matter that concerns us.

Tegrum Bogue, Ravenstock said, pronouncing the name with distaste. What kind of a name is Tegrum Bogue?

A distinctive one, Ehrengraf suggested.

Distinctive if not distinguished. Ive no quarrel with the surname. One assumes it came down to him from the man who provided half his DNA. But why would anyone name a child Tegrum? With all the combinations of letters available, why pick those six and arrange them in that order? He frowned. Never mind, Im wandering off-topic. What does his name matter? Whats relevant is that Im about to be charged with his murder.

They allege that you shot him.

And the allegation is entirely true, Ravenstock said. I dont suppose you like to hear me admit as much, Mr. Ehrengraf. But its pointless for me to deny it, because its the plain and simple truth.

Ehrengraf, whose free time was largely devoted to the reading of poetry, moved from Shakespeare to Oscar Wilde, who had pointed out that the truth was rarely plain, and never simple. But he kept himself from quoting aloud.

It was self-defense, Ravenstock said. The man was hanging around my property and behaving suspiciously. I confronted him. He responded in a menacing fashion. I urged him to depart. He attacked me. Then and only then did I draw my pistol and shoot him dead.

Ah, said Ehrengraf.

It was quite clear that I was blameless, Ravenstock said. His high forehead was dry, but he drew a handkerchief and mopped it just the same. The police questioned me, as they were unquestionably right to do, and released me, and one detective said offhand that Id done the right thing. I consulted with my attorney, and he said he doubted charges would be brought, but that if they were he was confident of a verdict of justifiable homicide.

And then things began to go wrong.

Horribly wrong, Mr. Ehrengraf. But you probably know the circumstances as well as I do.

I try to keep up, Ehrengraf allowed. But let me confirm a few facts. Youre a member of the Nottingham Vigilance Committee.

The names unfortunate, Ravenstock said. It simply identifies the group as what it is, designed to keep a watchful eye over our neighborhood. This is an affluent area, and right across the street is Delaware Park. Thats one of the best things about living here, but its not an unmixed blessing.

Few blessings are, said Ehrengraf.

Ill have to think about that. But the park its beautiful, its convenient, and at the same time people lurk there, some of them criminous, some of them emotionally disturbed, and all of them just a stones throw from our houses.

There was a remark that was trying to occur to Ehrengraf, something about glass houses, but he left it unsaid.

Police protection is good here, Ravenstock continued, but theres a definite need for a neighborhood watch group. Vigilance well, you hear that and you think vigilante, dont you?

One does. This Mr. Bogue

Tegrum Bogue.

Tegrum Bogue. Youd had confrontations with him before.

Id seen him on my property once or twice, Ravenstock said, and warned him off.

Youd called in reports of his suspicious behavior to the police.

A couple of times, yes.

And on the night in question, Ehrengraf said, he was not actually on your property. He was, as I understand it, two doors away.

In front of the Gissling home. Heading north toward Meadow Road, theres this house, and then the Robert Townsend house, and then Madge and Bernard Gisslings. So that would be two doors away.

And when you shot him, he fell dead on the Gisslings lawn.

Theyd just resodded.

That very day?

No, a month ago. Why?

Ehrengraf smiled, a maneuver that had served him well over the years. Mr. Bogue that would be Tegrum Bogue was unarmed.

He had a knife in his pocket.

An inch-long penknife, wasnt it? Attached to his key ring?

I couldnt say, sir. I never saw the knife. The police report mentioned it. It was only an inch long?

Apparently.

It doesnt sound terribly formidable, does it? But Bogues was a menacing presence without a weapon in evidence. He was young and tall and vigorous and muscular and wild-eyed, and he uttered threats and put his hands on me and pushed me and struck me.

You were armed.

An automatic pistol, made by Gunnar & Swick. Their Kestrel model. Its registered, and Im licensed to carry it.

You drew your weapon.

I did. I thought the sight of it might stop Bogue in his tracks.

But it didnt.

He laughed, Ravenstock recalled, and said hed take it away from me, and would stick it well, you can imagine where he threatened to stick it.

Ehrengraf, who could actually imagine several possible destinations for the Kestrel, simply nodded.

And he rushed at me, and I might have been holding a water pistol for all the respect he showed it.

You fired it.

I was taught never to show a gun unless I was prepared to use it.

Five times.

I was taught to keep on firing until ones gun was empty. Actually the Kestrels clip holds nine cartridges, but five seemed sufficient.