She deflected this； as she did most of his ments about her family。 〃You'd be closer to Ray。〃
He nodded； bit into an egg roll and imagined her parents' first visit； that sweet moment when they pulled into the driveway in their well…used Cadillac and stared in shock at the new French colonial with two new cars in the garage。 They would burn with envy and wonder how the poor kid with no family and no status could afford all this at twenty…five and fresh out of law school。 They would force painful smiles and ment on how nice everything was； and before long Mr。 Sutherland would break down and ask how much the house cost and Mitch would tell him to mind his own business； and it would drive the old man crazy。 They'd leave after a short visit and return to Kentucky； where all their friends would hear how great the daughter and the son…in…law were doing down in Memphis。 Abby would be sorry they couldn't get along but wouldn't say much。 From the start they had treated him like a leper。 He was so unworthy they had boycotted the small wedding。
〃Have you ever been to Memphis？〃 he asked。
〃Once when I was a little girl。 Some kind of convention； for the church。 All I remember is the river。〃
〃They want us to visit。〃
〃Us！ You mean I'm invited？〃
〃Yes。 They insist on you ing。〃
〃When？〃
〃Couple of weeks。 They'll fly us down Thursday afternoon for the weekend。〃
〃I like this firm already。〃
2
THE FIVE…STORY building had been built a hundred years earlier by a cotton merchant and his sons after the Reconstruction； during the revival of cotton trading in Memphis。 It sat in the middle of Cotton Row on Front Street near the river。 Through its halls and doors and across its desks； millions of bales of cotton had been purchased from the Mississippi and Arkansas deltas and sold around the world。 Deserted； neglected； then renovated time and again since the first war； it had been purchased for good in 1951 by an aggressive tax lawyer named Anthony Bendini。 He renovated it yet again and began filling it with lawyers。 He renamed it the Bendini Building。
He pampered the building； indulged it； coddled it； each year adding another layer of luxury to his landmark。 He fortified it； sealing doors and windows and hiring armed guards to protect it and its occupants。 He added elevators； electronic surveillance； security codes； closed…circuit television； a weight room； a steam room； locker rooms and a partners' dining room on the fifth floor with a captivating view of the river。
In twenty years he built the richest law firm in Memphis； and； indisputably； the quietest。 Secrecy was his passion。 Every associate hired by was indoctrinated in the evils of the loose tongue。 Everything was confidential。 Salaries； perks； advancement and； most especially； clients。 Divulging firm business； the young associates were warned； could delay the awarding of the holy grail…a partnership。 Nothing left the fortress on Front Street。 Wives were told not to ask； or were lied to。 The associates were expected to work hard； keep quiet and spend their healthy paychecks。 They did； without exception。
With forty…one lawyers； was the fourth largest in Memphis。 Its members did not advertise or seek publicity。 They were clannish and did not fraternize with other lawyers。 Their wives played tennis and bridge and shopped among themselves。 Bendini； Lambert & Locke was a big family； of sorts。 A rather rich family。
At 10 A。M。 on a Friday； limo stopped on Front Street and Mr。 Mitchell Y。 McDeere emerged。 He politely thanked the driver； and watched the vehicle as it drove away。 His first limo ride。 He stood on the sidewalk next to a streetlight and admired the quaint； picturesque； yet somehow imposing home of the quiet Bendini firm。 It was a far cry from the gargantuan steel…and…glass erections inhabited by New York's finest or the enormous cylinder he had visited in Chicago。 But he instantly knew he would like it。 It was less pretentious。 It was more like himself。
Lamar Quin walked through the front door and down the steps。 He yelled at Mitch and waved him over。 He had met them at the airport the night before and checked them into the Peabody…〃the South's Grand Hotel。〃
〃Good morning； Mitch！ How was your night？〃 They shook hands like lost friends。
〃Very nice。 It's a great hotel。〃
〃We knew you'd like it。 Everybody likes the Peabody。〃
They stepped into the front foyer； where a small billboard greeted Mr。 Mitchell Y。 McDeere； the guest of the day。 A well…dressed but unattractive receptionist smiled warmly and said her name was Sylvia and if he needed anything while he was in Memphis just let her know。 He thanked her。 Lamar led him to a long hallway where he began the guided tour。 He explained the layout of the building and introduced Mitch to various secretaries and paralegals as they walked。 In the main library on the second floor a crowd of lawyers circled the mammoth conference table and consumed pastries and coffee。 They became silent when the guest entered。
Oliver Lambert greeted Mitch and introduced him to the gang。 There were about twenty in all； most of the associates in ； and most barely older than the guest。 The partners were too busy； Lamar had explained； and would meet him later at a private lunch。 He stood at the end of the table as Mr。 Lambert called for quiet。
〃Gentlemen； this is Mitchell McDeere。 You've all heard about him； and here he is。 He is our number one choice this year； our number one draft pick； so to； speak。 He is being romanced by the big boys in New York and Chicago and who knows where else； so we have to sell him on our little firm here in Memphis。〃 They smiled and nodded their approval。 The guest was embarrassed。
〃He will finish at Harvard in two months and will graduate with honors。 He's an associate editor of the Harvard Law Review。〃 This made an impression； Mitch could tell。 〃He did his undergraduate work at Western Kentucky； where he graduated summa cum laude。〃 This was not quite as impressive。 〃He also played football for four years； starting as quarterback his junior year。〃 Now they were really impressed。 A few appeared to be in awe； as if staring at Joe Namath。
The senior partner continued his monologue while Mitch stood awkwardly beside him。 He droned on about how selective they had always been and how well Mitch would fit in。 Mitch stuffed his hands in his pockets and quit listening。 He studied the group。 They were young； successful and affluent。 The dress code appeared to be strict； but no different than New York or Chicago。 Dark gray or navy wool suits； white or blue cotton button…downs； medium starch； and silk ties。 Nothing bold or nonconforming。 Maybe a couple of bow ties； but nothing more daring。 Neatness was mandatory。 No beards； mustaches or hair over the ears。 There were a couple of wimps； but good looks dominated。
Mr。 Lambert was winding down。 〃Lamar will give Mitch a tour of our offices； so you'll have a chance to chat with him later。 Let's make him wele。 Tonight he and his lovely； and I do mean lovely； wife； Abby； will eat ribs at the Rendezvous； and of course tomorrow night is dinner at my place。 I'll ask you to be on your best behavior。〃 He smiled and looked at the guest。 〃Mitch； if you get tired of Lamar； let me know and we'll get someone more qualified。〃
He shook hands with each one of them again as they left； and tried to remember as many names as possible。
〃Let's start the tour；〃 Lamar said when the room cleared。 〃This； of course； is a library； and we have identical ones on each of the first four floors。 We also use them for large meetings。 The books vary from floor to floor； so you never know where your research will lead you。 We have two full…time librarians； and we use microfilm and microfiche extensively。 As a rule； we don't do any research outside the building。 There are over a hundred thousand volumes； including every conceivable tax reporting service。 That's more than some law schools。 If you need a book we don't have； just tell a librarian。〃
They walked past the lengthy conference table and between dozens of rows of books。 〃A hundred thousand volumes；〃 Mitch mumbled。
〃Yeah； we spend almost half a million