damned… You know, I have no doubt you could do that. I suspect you are an extraordinary young woman. I would not be at all surprised if you’ve established insights into Clay that would allow you to command his frail emotions.”
“You and I are similar,” said Mary Higgins.
“In what way?”
“Clear-eyed and quick.”
“I take that as a compliment. But we are dissimilar in more important ways. I would build — you would tear down. You love mankind — I can’t abide it. I am old — you are young. And very, very beautiful.” He roved his eyes over her. “Have I insulted you by observing that?”
Mary let her own eyes rove around his paintings again. They settled on the statuette. He was rubbing its breasts with his thumb.
“Well? Have I?”
Mary draped her arms around the marble couple. “Considering your penchant for women in the altogether, I’d have been insulted if you hadn’t at least noticed me.”
“Good! Let’s get right to it. I will make you an offer, young lady. I won’t ask you to even pretend that you find a man three times your age attractive. I don’t care about being ‘attractive’ to you or anyone. I care about possession. And I have no objection to paying for possession. It is the most tangible reward for success. In return, you will live lavishly in comparison to the vast, vast majority of other women. Whether I decide to keep you or not. If not, you will receive a generous pension, based, of course, on how long I’ve kept you.”
“How large a pension compared to your regular employees?”
“There’s no comparison. Few receive pensions. The handful who do do not discover themselves rolling in wealth they didn’t earn.”
“If you decided to keep me, how much?”
“You’ll want for nothing.”
“An automobile?”
“Of course.”
“An apartment on Fifth Avenue?”
“For as long as I have the only key.”
“Could I come and see this statue?”
“Every night.”
“Could I have a yacht?”
“A yacht would require extra effort on your part.”
“I hoped you would say that.”
A broad smile uncreased Congdon’s face. “That suggests we understand each other perfectly. And let me put your mind to ease on one score. I can pretty much guarantee that when you find yourself on silk sheets, an older man might surprise you more than you imagine.”
“I’ve been surprised only once in my life and it wasn’t on silk sheets.”
“Where was that?”
“On a freight train. Go to hell, Congdon.”
Congdon, visibly surprised, fumbled around his desk and laid a hand on the bronze statuette of his naked wife. “But you just said you were hoping—”
“I was hoping you would say something that would give me enough courage, or enough hatred, to shoot you. And you did, thank you.” She took Henry Clay’s revolver from her bag and braced it on The Kiss.
The veins in the back of Congdon’s hand bulged as he gripped his statuette with sudden intensity. “Did the yacht do it?”
She tried to answer but couldn’t. Finally, she whispered, “I guess we all have our limits.”