Stone Barrington 06-11

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    “That’s about it,” she said. “It appears I’m married to a man with several identities, and I don’t know which one is real. What should I do?”
    “What do you want to do?” Stone asked. “I mean, what was your first instinct, when you learned about this?”
    “Well, I thought about having him arrested for bigamy, but then it occurred to me that I don’t know if he has another wife.”
    “Suppose you’re his only wife: What would you wish to do then?”
    “I think that depends on whether he is who he represented himself to be, or whether one of these other identities is real.”
    “Suppose none of his identities is real,” Stone said, “including Stanford.”
    “Then I would want an immediate divorce,” she replied.
    “May I ask,” Stone said, “have you given your husband any money?”
    “No, he’s insisted on paying all of my bills from the moment we were married—clothes, credit cards, the maintenance fees on my co-op—everything.”
    “You owned the apartment before you were married?”
    “Yes, my first husband, who is deceased, left it to me.”

    “Well, I think that’s good news,” Stone said.
    “Of course, there are the investments.”
    “He invested money for you?”
    “Yes, that’s his business, and he’s very good at it.”
    “May I ask, on what basis do you assume he’s good at it?”
    “Well, his lifestyle, I suppose. And what he’s said in conversation. He’s had a number of telephone conversations with Warren Buffett about a start-up they’re doing together. And he’s never been short of money.”
    “How much did he invest for you?”
    “Oh, not all that much; the bulk of my assets are overseen by a money manager who was the best friend of my late first husband. I let Whit invest only what was in my money market account at the time.”
    “And how much was that?”
    “Something over eight million dollars.”
    Stone winced. “In what did he invest the money?”
    “He put it into various companies that he had developed. The investments were quite well diversified.”
    “Have you seen monthly statements on the investments?”
    She was looking worried now. “No. Do you think there might be something… funny about what he did with the money?”
    Stone didn’t answer her question immediately. “In recent days, has anyone called or visited your apartment looking for him?”
    “Why, no. He hasn’t had a single phone call or visitor since he left for Paris.”
    “And how long ago was that?”
    “Not quite three weeks ago.”
    “Have you heard from him during that time?”
    “Yes, he called daily until the day before yesterday. That was when I discovered the passport. The magazine arrived yesterday. He hasn’t called since then.”
    “May I ask, what was your first husband’s name?”

    “Morris Stein,” she said.
    “Of Stein Industries?”
    “That’s right.”
    Well, Stone thought, she’s never going to miss the eight million dollars. Stein had been well up among the top ten on the Forbes list of the world’s richest people. “Mrs. Stanford,” Stone said, “I don’t think it will be necessary for you to obtain a divorce.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because it would appear that your husband married you under an assumed name, and if we can demonstrate that he did so, then you would be legally entitled to an annulment.”
    “Oh, well, that’s a relief.”
    “Did Mr. Stanford leave a lot of his things in your apartment?”
    “Yes—most of his clothes and a lot of personal effects. Can you arrange the annulment?”
    “Yes, but there are some steps we should take first.”
    “I’ll do whatever you say, Mr. Barrington.”
    “To begin with, I’d like to bring some people to your apartment to go through his things and look for evidence of any other identities he might have used.”
    “All right; just let me know when you’d like them to come.”
    “Then, when they’ve been through everything, you should have Mr. Stanford’s possessions packed up and put into storage. You should have the locks on your apartment changed and instruct the building superintendent that Mr. Stanford is not to be allowed in the building or in your apartment. You should also inform the management of your building that you will henceforth be known by your previous name, and you should inform anyone you do business with, and your friends, of that fact. In short, you will want to erase Mr. Stanford from your life as quickly as possible.”
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