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"And stamped with the initials of the proving inspector," he went on. "Z. E. H."
"Zachary Ellsworth-" Martha began to explain.
"Hampden," Captain Pekach concluded as their eyes met. "Captain, Ordnance Corps, later Deputy Chief of Ordnance."
"He was born in Allentown, you know," Martha said.
"No. I didn't know."
"There are some other pieces you might find interesting, Captain," Martha said, "if I'm not taking you away from something more important."
He looked at his watch.
"I'm running late now," he said.
"I understand," she said.
"But perhaps some other time?"
"If you like."
He gestured around the gun room.
"I could happily spend the next two years in here," he said.
He means that. He does want to come back!
"Well, perhaps when you get off duty," she said.
He looked pained.
"Miss Peebles, I'm commanding officer of the Highway Patrol. We're trying very hard to find the man the newspapers are calling the Northwest Philadelphia serial rapist."
"Yes, I read the papers."
"I want to speak to the men coming off their shifts, to see if they may have come up with something. That will keep me busy, I'm afraid, until twelve-thirty or so."
"I understand," she said. Then she heard herself say, actually shamelessly and brazenly lie, "Captain, I'm a night person. I rarely go to bed until the wee hours. I'm sure if you drove past here at one, or even two, there would be lights on."
"Well, I had planned to check on your property before going home," he said. "I've stationed officers nearby."
"Well, then, by all means, if you see a light, come in. I'll give you a cup of coffee."
After five minutes past one that morning Martha Peebles could no longer think of herself as the world's oldest virgin, except for cloistered nuns, perhaps.
And her father, she thought, would have approved of David, once he had gotten to know him. They were very much alike in many ways. Not superficially. Inside.
Martha knew from the very beginning, which she placed as the moment, post coitus, that he had reached out to her and rolled her over onto him, so that she lay with her face against the hair on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, feeling the firm muscles of his leg against hers, that David was the man she had been waiting forwithout of course knowing it-all her life.
Captain David Pekach drove directly from the meeting in Staff Inspector Peter Wohl's office at Bustleton and Bowler to 606 Glengarry Lane in Chestnut Hill. He parked his unmarked car in one of the four garage stalls in what had been the carriage house behind the house, then walked back down the drive to the entrance portico.
The door opened as he got there.
"Good evening, Captain," Evans, the black guy, greeted him. He was wearing a gray cotton jacket and a black bow tie.
"What do you say, Evans?"
"Miss Martha said to say that if you would like to change, she will be with you in a moment."
