Sunday.â
âYes. He spoke of a Joe Civano. The name meant nothing to me then. I elicited all the details I could, learned that Gil had not seen the man under discussion for something like sixteen yearsâin the city where both then livedâand that for two days prior to his apparent recognition of this person here he had been thinking much of Mr. Civano.â
Reverend Archie pulled his eyes from the rose and looked at me. âThough at that moment I could only guess, it seemed quite clear to me that Gilâs continued thinking of Mr. Civanoâs shocking death in Tucson, and therefore of Mr. Civano, was the immediate cause of his error in mistaking a man who only slightly resembled him as Joe Civano. Unaccountably aliveâand at Sunrise Villas.â
âMakes sense,â I said. âWhen you put it like that.â
âMr. Reyes told me the man to whom he referred claimed to be Mr. Henry Yarrow.â
âDid you know who he meant? I mean, did you know Yarrow?â
âThe name was familiar to me, but I had not met the man. I therefore hesitated to phone him. However, Mr. Reyes had also informed me of the location on Claridge Street where the confrontation occurred, thus I knew the house of which he spoke must be one of at most two or three near the corner at Roadrunner Drive. I know many people on that block, and from Gilâs description of the lady I felt reasonably sure she was Mrs. Blessing, a charming widow who has long been a member of this church. I phoned her, explained the situation, and her commentsâsomewhat to my surprise, Mr. Scottâcorroborated what Gil had told me in every detail.â
âWhy to your surprise?â
âSimply because Mr. Reyesâ story seemed quite incredible. A dead man, a gangster, this unusual confrontation at dawn, Gilâs manner and concernâsurely you understand, Mr. Scott. Quite simply, I found it all very difficult to believe.â
âYeah. It is a bit queer, isnât it?â
He sighed. âAt any rate, I asked Mrs. Blessing if she would communicate with Mr. Yarrow, and if possible come to the church in his company. She agreed, and they both arrived within ten or fifteen minutes.â
The Reverend appeared to hesitate in his recital for the first time. After a few moments he went on, âIt is true, as I have already said, Mr. Reyes did not seem to me excessively upset, but he was without question extremely tense and nervous. Especially during the time when we were awaiting the arrival of Mr. Yarrow and Mrs. Blessing.â
âThatâs understandable enough if he really thought the guy about to drop in for a visit might be Joe Civano. Iâd have been nervous myself.â
âThat is the salient point, Mr. Scott. It was almost as though Gil was in the grip of delusion, had become possessed by a completely irrational thought, an idée fixe .â
âAre you saying he acted like a guy cracking up?â
âOh, no, no. Of course not. Iâm merely thinking backâit was a rather incredible situation, really. That Gil should mistake a resident of Sunrise Villas for a totally corrupt gangster. I believe he said Civano was a member of what is called the Mafia.â
âGil was right as rain about that. OK, Yarrow and Mrs. Blessing came to the church, talked to Gil, and Gil leftâleft, convinced of his error.â
âThat is correct.â
âHow come? In the morning Gil thought this guy wasâmaybeâCivano. What big deal happened to change his mind?â
The Reverend frowned slightly. I donât think he was crazy about my manner. Or maybe I hadnât made a grand impression on him when weâd met. As his face smoothed he said, âMr. Yarrow has been a rather prominent businessman here for several years. In addition he produced abundant evidence of his identity. Gil seemed quite convinced of his error after the four of us had engaged in