She hoped she might run into Hannah on this walk, or that she might see the back of her daughter’s blond head from afar and glimpse what her student life was like, but that was improbable. This group, heading into the giant lecture hall in their shower shoes or showy bombers, was almost certainly in their first year. She stepped aside to let the traffic flow uninterrupted and then stood off on the grass and watched for a moment so she wouldn’t be too early for her meeting with President Garber. It was terrifying to finally be telling him about the Plantin. It was a relief to finally be telling him about the Plantin. She walked into the administration building.
Outside his office, Liesl was greeted by his secretary, offered coffee and a newspaper, and asked to wait. She declined the coffee because she didn’t want to have foul breath, and she declined the newspaper because she was past the age where she could read newsprint without getting a headache. Her empty hands gave her plenty of time to check her watch. President Garber was late. The secretary made calls and clattered at her keyboard, typing emails or making herself look busy. Liesl did not ask how much longer it would be, but she wondered in silence how much longer he would make her wait. The secretary said nothing. It had been nearly an hour. The secretary had spent the last several minutes on the phone.
“Dr. Weiss?” she said. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt.” Liesl sat with her back straight and her empty hands in her lap.
“Mrs. Weiss. Not doctor.”
“Mrs. Weiss, that was President Garber. On the phone.”
“I thought he was just in his office, running late?”
“Did I say that?” the secretary said. “I’m sorry if you got that impression. He hasn’t been in the office yet today.”
“And he won’t be making our meeting?” Liesl asked.
“Well, no,” she said. “He sends sincere apologies. He said that the cancellation could not have been avoided. He’s training for an Ironman, as I’m sure you know, and he has a calf strain that needed to be seen to immediately.”
“Is it you that I reschedule with?” Liesl asked. “It’s terribly important that I see him as soon as possible.”
“There is an opening next Thursday between his sports massage and the Icelandic ambassador. Could you come next Thursday morning?”
“You have to find something sooner than that.”
“President Garber is extremely busy.”
***
Liesl banged at her keyboard when she got back to her office. Extremely important, she wrote, that we meet right away.
She wiped an anxious bead of sweat from her hairline, looked around the empty shelves in Christopher’s office, looked at the picture of the Plantin’s brilliant-red binding in the auction catalog open in front of her. She typed the word stolen, then deleted it. Typed stolen again.
“How are you getting on then?” Francis poked his head into the office. “Did Garber melt into the floor when you told him?”
She deleted the word stolen again, hit Send on the email, and stood up.
“Are we prepared, Francis?” she said. “Did Dan pull all the titles on the list?”
“Nothing else is missing, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“It’s not. I’d like this event to go well.”
Francis fiddled with his open shirt collar and looked bored. Despite being in the research business, Christopher had demonstrated a disdain for early-career researchers that many of the others on staff had inherited. The derision for the annual new-faculty reception was a symptom. Christopher and the lot had little use for the pre-tenure crowd. The university’s administration loved the library building, though—the soaring ceilings, the sense of seriousness conferred on the event by all those books.
Francis waved his hand as he led her into the reading room. “It’s a few new faculty members, not the pope.”
“Exactly right.”
He looked at her, waiting for an explanation. She opened a first-edition Alice in Wonderland to look at the frontispiece. “We’re here to serve the faculty. I’d like to impress them.”
“Christopher never gave this event much bother.”
“Bully for him.”
She walked out of the reading room, and Francis followed her. “What about Garber then?”
“I didn’t see Garber. He had something extremely urgent come up.”
In the workroom, Miriam was the only one seated at her desk. She was wrapped in a big burgundy cardigan that Liesl could swear used to hang on a hook in Christopher’s office. Her monitor had gone to sleep, black from having been left unattended. She sat, her hands poised over her keyboard as if about to type. Not noticing there was nothing there.