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'But I won't。 I know that now。' 'There's nothing stopping you。 Nothing at all。' Vincent shook his head。 They went down the stone steps to the plaza。 On their left； beyond the great empty cage meant to house the avians； they could see the Seal Pond； where now several new sea lions dived and dashed beside the elderly female； the lone survivor of happier years here。 'It's my family； Nick。 My sisters。 If I went back； I would have to see them。 Duty。 I can't face them。 Not now。 Not after what I've bee。' Near the Monkey House a swarthy man with a thick moustache and a sailor hat stood next to a pair of green metal cylinders。 He made helium balloons in front of the wide eyes of a group of children。 Each time he did it； it seemed like a giant sucking in his breath。 'What have you bee？'
The other turned his head。 'That's just it。 I don't know any more。 But I'm not what I once was。 I've been assimilated； I feel as if I've been corrupted by this place。 My values have changed。 The traditions are crumbling around me。' There was a crowd in front of the gorilla cage watching delightedly as the family inside was hosed down by a female attendant。 The mother reached out and； putting her palm against the nozzle； sprayed the onlookers。 There were squeals and the crowd broke apart momentarily。 Laughing； they surged back towards the cage。 Next door； the haughty orangutan looked on unperturbed； studying the odd creatures through the bars of his cage as if for research for a book。
'e on；' Nicholas said lightly。 'I remember when we first met。 You； Terry and me。 It was at Michita； remember？ We were all kind of lost then … all in the same way。 Which is why； I suppose； we all coalesced at that spot。' He smiled； or tried to at least。 'A bit of home。' He shook his head。 'But what was it that brought us together？ Was it merely that we were all slightly homesick？ I don't think so。'
'Eileen used to say that it was the martial spirit which linked us。 Like a magical umbilicus。 I think she must have thought we were like children in that way。'
Nicholas shook his head。 'No。 You're wrong there。 She respected that in us。 She didn't … I suspect couldn't … understand it。 But she recognized its power and would not interfere。 That was why she always declined to e when the three of us got together。 She knew she would be out of her clement even though we would make every effort to make her feel fortable。 Terry told me once dial she said she thought she'd only inhibit us； and she was right。〃
'I don't know；' Vincent said。 'It all seems so far away to me now； as if we were talking about the customs of Finland。 I'm not sure whether / understand it any more。'
'That's just talk … so many meaningless words。 The way a Westerner would think。 Open your mind and you'll still feel it。 Being here can't make it go away。' He seemed to be telling himself as well as Vincent。 'We were born in the land of the martial spirit。 It binds us more powerfully … tunelessly … to one another than a blood bond。 What has been taught us will never leave us； you know that。 You're still the same person； at the core； who got off that JAL plane twelve years ago。'
'Oh no； I'm not。 Not by a long stretch。 I don't talk the same； I don't think the same way。 America has changed me and the process seems irreversible。 I can never go back。 I no longer belong to Japan and I don't feel like I belong here。 The West has taken something very valuable from me； snatched it away while I wasn't looking。'
'You can get it back。 It's not too late。'
Vincent looked at him； put his hands in his pockets and walked on。 They were near the arch on top of which perched the famous clock that chimed in each hour with a parade of animals dancing in a semicircle。 Beyond was the Children's Zoo； its bright laughter and clip…clop of hastily running feet。
'I haven't told anyone this； not even the police。 I got a deadline call the night Terry and Ei were murdered。' He looked up。 'But the more I think about it； the more certain I am that I did hear something； after all。 Some music。'
'Do you remember what it was？'
'Yeah。 I'm pretty sure it was Mancini。' He did not have to add that Mancini was Eileen's favourite poser。
Vincent shivered。 'It was like Terry was calling to me from beyond the grave。' He lifted a hand hastily。 'I know。 I know。 I don't believe in that kind of thing。 But； damn it！ It was as if he was trying to tell me who did it。'
'You mean he knew the murderer？'
Vincent shrugged。 'Maybe I'm making too much out of it。 I don't know any more。 I just wish … I wish you had been in the city that night； that's all。 Christ； they were your friends； too！'
Nicholas said nothing； stared at the smiling children eating ices； sticking out their patinated tongues at the solemn apes。 He wished he felt something。 Grief was a useful emotion； better that than carrying it around with you like a hump。 He felt an abrupt stillness as if he were at the eye of a raging hurricane。 Safe and protected； he nevertheless was witness to the devastation going on all around him。 Was there a way to stop it？ He knew a way； most definitely； but he was reluctant to take it。 Vincent was still looking at him； as if by his gaze alone he could wrench some confession from Nicholas's bowels。 It had to be done； then。 As he knew it from the moment the deal had been proposed。 There was obligation； there was duty。 Vincent was right。 They were his friends。
Vincent touched his arm。 'Sorry； old friend；' he said。 'It's me。 I'm on edge。 You can see it。 Jesus； it's not fair to take it out on you。' He smiled thinly。 'You see how Westernized I've bee。'
Nicholas returned the smile with more warmth than he felt。 'No。 You were right。 Neither of us has forgotten the importance of obligation and duty。'
'Listen； Croaker's invited me to dinner。 Why don't you join us？ At the place。'
'All right。' Nicholas nodded。 Td like that。'
Vincent glanced at his watch。 'Back to the salt…mines。 See you later。'
Nicholas searched through the park for a phone； finally went out on Fifth Avenue。 He called Justine。 Doc Deerforth answered。
'What's the matter？' Nicholas said。 His heart was racing。
'A slight accident。 Nothing to worry about。 But I think you ought to e out if your work permits。'
'What happened？'
'Justine was caught in the undertow。 She's all right。'
'Are you certain that's what it was？'
'Reasonably。 What do you mean？'
'Were there other people around？ Did anyone see anything suspicious？'
'There were plenty of people。 A neighbour helped drag her out of the surf。 No one mentioned anything else。'
'Can you stay with her until I get there？ I'll take the first train out。' He looked at his watch。
'Sure。 There's nothing pressing。 My service knows where I am。 But if there's an emergency …'
'I understand。 Doc … tell her I'll be there。'
'When she wakes up。 Don't worry。'
He hung up and hailed a cab； took it to Penn Station。 Downstairs at the Long Island Rail Road counter he bought a ticket； found that he had twenty…five minutes to spare。 He called Tomkin。 There was a considerable delay。 He stared out at the passing parade of people； scanning unconsciously。 A pair of teenagers struggled with enormous knapsacks and； just behind them； a young woman stood against a pillar waiting impatiently to be met。 He wondered whether it was her boss who was late。
'Nicholas？' The voice came crisply into his car。
'Tomkin。'
'I'm glad you called。 Have you thought about my offer？'
Bastard； he thought。 Bastard to bring Justine into it。 But now he knew that Justine was a part of it。 He hated to be in this position。 Methodically； he calmed himself。 'I've thought about it。 I'll start work for you today。'
'Good。 Why don't you e up to the tower and …'
〃No。 I'm at Penn Station。 I'm taking the next train out to the Island。'
〃I don't understand …'
'There's work to do out there。 Justine's out there。'
'I see。'
'I'm sure you do；' Nicholas said savagely。 'I'll be in touch tomorrow。'
'Nick …'
The voice was cut off as he cradled the receiver。
The man was on the job。 He had e to work for Lubin Bros over a week ago。 He had been assigned to a construction site on Ralph Avenue in Brooklyn until Edwards had turned up sic