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it, because Mr. Delacorte looked fit enough, but you never knew.
    “The stairs are fine.” Mr. Delacorte walked up them in step with me, while Diesel, free of his leash, scampered ahead of us.
    Inside the office Diesel climbed into the bed in the window behind my desk where he spent much of his time while I worked. Mr. Delacorte stood in the center of the room and looked around for a minute or two.
    I waited patiently until he finished, then invited him to take the chair beside my desk. When he was seated, I said, “Now, what can I do for you, Mr. Delacorte?”
    “You are knowledgeable about rare books, are you not?” His sharp eyes bored into mine, and for a moment I had the feeling I was about to be cross-examined.
    “Yes, to a degree,” I said. “I’ve been cataloging the collection here for nearly three years, and I’ve developed a certain amount of expertise during that time. I don’t have an exhaustive knowledge of rare books in general, however.”
    “Your level of expertise is sufficient,” Mr. Delacorte said in a tone that brooked no argument. “And you are a librarian, and a librarian, above all others, should know how to find information he needs.”
    “Yes, sir,” I said, suppressing a smile. It was a rare pleasure to deal with someone with an obvious respect for my profession.
    “You are perhaps not aware that I have an extensive book collection, with many rare and unusual volumes. I have spent many years in this endeavor and have found it most rewarding.” He nodded as if to emphasize his point.
    “It must be quite a collection,” I said. “I had not heard about it, though.”
    “I would like for you to see it,” Mr. Delacorte said. “It’s a pleasure to show my collection to someone who can appreciate it.” He paused. “I would also like to hire you to assist me with doing an inventory of it.”
    “I’m definitely interested,” I said. “But how soon do you want it done? I have my work here, of course, and the volunteer work I do for the public library. That doesn’t leave me with much spare time, except on weekends.”
    “I would like to have it done as soon as possible.” Mr. Delacorte frowned. “You see, I believe some items are missing, and I want to put a stop to the pilfering.”

FOUR

    “You don’t know for sure that anything is missing from your collection?” I found Mr. Delacorte’s phrasing odd. Either things were missing or they weren’t.
    “There are more than seven thousand items in the collection.” Mr. Delacorte’s voice was tart. “And I am not a young man, with a young man’s memory. I have been collecting for over fifty years now, and my memories of what I actually purchased decades ago are imprecise. I do have an extensive handwritten inventory, but there is no index.”
    “I can certainly understand that,” I said in a placatory tone.
    Mr. Delacorte continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Not only that, the collection is not as well organized as it should be, I must admit. Nor do I have the energy nowadays to go through the entire collection to determine whether something is missing.” He paused to frown at me. “That is why I seek the help of a professional.”
    “Yes, sir,” I said. “And I’ll be happy to assist you in any way I can.” My week of relaxation during spring break was about to disappear. “I have the coming week off, and I will do as much work during the week as I can.”
    “That is very good of you,” Mr. Delacorte said, with a brief smile of approval. “I will pay you three hundred dollars an hour. I trust you find that sufficient?”
    “That’s more than generous,” I said, slightly bemused. The money wasn’t really an issue. I would have done the job for far less, but I knew I would offend him if I tried to dicker with him.
    But there was one condition I had to impose, and it could be a problem.
    Almost as if he were reading my thoughts, the potential deal-breaker touched the back of my right shoulder with a paw