The Eyes of Darkness

next week. They might find us by then."
    "What about your American Express card?" she asked.
    "You mean, charge a Jeep?"
    "There's no limit on the card, is there?"
    "No. But—"
    "I read a newspaper story once about a guy who bought a Rolls-Royce with his card. You can do that sort of thing as long as they know for sure you're capable of paying the entire bill when it comes due a month later."
    "It sounds crazy," Elliot said. "But I guess we can try."
    "I have an Explorer," Billy Sandstone said.
    "Let's get the address of the local dealership," Tina said. "We'll see if they'll accept the card."
    "I have an Explorer!" Billy said.
    They turned to him, startled.
    "I take my act to Lake Tahoe a few weeks every winter," Billy said. "You know what it's like down there this time of year. Snow up to your ass. I hate flying the Tahoe-Reno shuttle. The plane's so damn small. And you know what a ticky-tacky airport they have at Tahoe. So I usually just drive down the day before I open. An Explorer's the only thing I'd want to take through the mountains on a bad day."
    "Are you going to Tahoe soon?" Tina asked.
    "No. I don't open until the end of the month."
    "Will you be needing the Explorer in the next couple of days?" Elliot asked.
    "No."
    "Can we borrow it?"
    "Well . . . I guess so."
    Tina leaned across the corner of the table, grabbed Billy's head in her hands, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him. "You're a lifesaver, Billy. And I mean that literally."
    "I'm a small circlet of hard candy?"
    "Maybe things are breaking right for us," Elliot said. "Maybe we'll get Danny out of there after all."
    "We will," Tina said. "I know it."
    The roses in the crystal vase twirled around like a group of spinning, redheaded ballerinas.
    Startled, Billy Sandstone jumped up, knocking over his chair.
    The drapes drew open, slid shut, drew open, slid shut, even though no one was near the draw cords.
    The chandelier began to swing in a lazy circle, and the dangling crystals cast prismatic patterns of light on the walls.
    Billy stared, open-mouthed.
    Elliot knew how disoriented Billy was feeling, and he felt sorry for the man.
    After half a minute all of the unnatural movement stopped, and the room rapidly grew warm again.
    "How did you do that?" Billy demanded.
    "We didn't," Tina said.
    "Not a ghost," Billy said adamantly.
    "Not a ghost either," Elliot said.
    Billy said, "You can borrow the Explorer. But first you've got to tell me what in hell's going on. I don't care how much of a hurry you're in. You can at least tell me a little of it. Otherwise, I'm going to shrivel up and die of curiosity."
    Tina consulted Elliot. "Well?"
    Elliot said, "Billy, you might be better off not knowing."
    "Impossible."
    "We're up against some damn dangerous people. If they thought you knew about them—"
    "Look," Billy said, "I'm not just a hypnotist. I'm something of a magician. That's really what I most wanted to be, but I didn't really have the skill for it. So I worked up this act built around hypnotism. But magic—that's my one great love. I just have to know how you did that trick with the drapes, the roses. And the corners of the map! I just have to know."
    Earlier this morning it had occurred to Elliot that he and Tina were the only people who knew that the official story of the Sierras accident was a lie. If they were killed, the truth would die with them, and the cover-up would continue. Considering the high price that they had paid for the pathetically insufficient information they had obtained, he couldn't tolerate the prospect of all their pain and fear and anxiety having been for naught.
    Elliot said, "Billy, do you have a tape recorder?"
    "Sure. It's nothing fancy. It's a little one I carry with me. I do some comedy lines in the act, and I use the recorder to develop new material, correct problems with my timing."
    "It doesn't have to be fancy," Elliot said. "Just so it works. We'll give you a condensed version of the story behind all of this, and we'll record it as we go. Then I'll mail the tape to one of my law partners." He shrugged. "Not much insurance, but better than nothing."
    "I'll get the recorder," Billy said, hurrying out of the dining room.
    Tina folded the map.
    "It's nice to see you smiling again," Elliot said.
    "I must be crazy," she said. "We still have dangerous work ahead of us. We're still up against this bunch of cutthroats. We don't know what we'll walk into in those mountains. So why do I feel terrific all of a