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was getting lost. ‘Sorry, where is this from?’

      TC stepped in. ‘It’s from what’s known as the Palestinian Talmud: the book of rabbinic commentary written in Jerusalem.’

      ‘When?’

      Rabbi Mandelbaum, now back in his seat and flicking through pages, answered without looking up. ‘This story comes from the third century of the common era.’ The common era. A euphemism for ‘anno domini’, the year of our lord, referring to Jesus Christ – a phrase no believing Jew could use. ‘This is probably the oldest story of its kind.’ His eyes were scanning the text. ‘OK, so we don’t need all the details but in this story, Rabbi Abbahu notices that when a certain man is in the congregation, the community’s prayer for rain gets answered. When he’s not there, no rain. Anyway, it turns out this man works in, of all places, a whorehouse! Excuse me, Tova Chaya, to speak of such things.’

      ‘You mean,’ said Will, ‘he’s a pimp? And yet he is one of the righteous men?’

      ‘That’s what the Talmud says.’

      Will felt an ice shard slide down his back. He shuddered, his shoulders trembling. He could not hear what TC or the rabbi were saying. In his head there was room for only one voice. It belonged to Letitia, the woman he had met in Brownsville. He could hear her words loud and clear. The man they killed last night may have sinned every day of his God-given life – but he was the most righteous man I have ever known. She had said that about Howard Macrae who, like the man in that third-century congregation, earned his living as a pimp.

      ‘. . . the stories almost seem to delight in this kind of paradox,’ the rabbi was saying. ‘Good men disguised as humble men or even as great sinners.’

      Will’s head was throbbing. Pat Baxter, the militia crazy mixing with gun-toting fanatics, yet who had never been arrested and had given one of his own organs to a total stranger. Gavin Curtis, despised as a corrupt politician, yet funnelling money to the world’s poorest people. Samak Sangsuk, just another high-rolling Thai businessman, yet quietly ensuring that the Bangkok underclass found dignity in death.

      Will could hardly keep up with his own thoughts. He remembered Curtis’s curiously humble car as he fled the press ruck. And what had Genevieve Huntley said about the kidney donor? Mr Baxter’s greatest request was anonymity. That was the one thing he asked of me in return for what he did. All of these men had done noble deeds – and all had done them in secret.

      ‘How many of these righteous men are there?’

      The rabbi instantly looked at TC. ‘This you don’t know? This you’ve forgotten?’

      ‘I didn’t forget, Rabbi Mandelbaum. But I wanted Will to hear it from you. To hear it all.’

      ‘There are thirty-six tzaddikim in each generation. You know perhaps that in Hebrew, each letter also has a numerical value? In Hebrew, thirty-six is expressed by the Hebrew characters lamad, which is like an English l and vav, which is equivalent to the letter v in English. Lamad is thirty and vav is six. In Yiddish, these righteous men are known as the lamadvavniks: the thirty-six just men who uphold the world.’

      Will jolted, his antennae twitching the way they did when he heard the words that would make a news story.

      ‘Excuse me, what do you mean by “uphold the world”?’ He saw TC was nodding, a half-smile on her lips that seemed to say, At last we’re getting to the heart of the matter.

      ‘Ah, well this is the whole point of the story. I am sorry Mr Monroe, I’m getting old. I should have mentioned this at the start. Please, let me get past.’ The rabbi was reaching for yet another book; one of the few in the room in English. The Messianic Idea in Judaism by Gershom Scholem. ‘Someone gave this to the seminary. I think it tries to explain these matters to the general reader—’

      Will was almost scratching at his own skin in frustration. He nodded politely, his eyes wide, doing all he could to encourage the rabbi to cut the academic footnotes and get on with it.

      ‘Ah yes, here we are. Scholem says that Jewish tradition “speaks of thirty-six tzaddikim, or just men, on whom – though they are unknown or hidden – rests the fate of the world”.’ He was skim-reading further down the page. ‘“Already in the biblical Proverbs of Solomon, we find the saying that the just man is the foundation of the world and therefore, as it were, supports it”.’

      ‘Hold on, Rabbi Mandelbaum.’ It was TC, suddenly on the edge of her seat. ‘Where in Proverbs is that reference?’

      Slowly, the rabbi turned back a page. ‘Chapter 10, Verse 25.’

      Instantly, TC reached into her bag and pulled out her pile of Post-it notes, written after the text message clues had led them to Proverbs 10. She thumbed through them until she found the one she wanted. She smiled and passed it to Will.

       Verse 25: As the whirlwind passeth, so is the wicked no more; but the righteous is as an everlasting foundation.

      ‘A foundation,’ said TC quietly. Now looking at Will: ‘The righteous men are the foundation on which the world stands. Without them, the world collapses.’

      ‘Tova Chaya has summarized it well. There is some discussion about the origin of the idea. Some scholars think it dates back to Abraham’s argument with the Almighty over the people of Sodom.’

      TC could tell Will did not know of any such argument and that Rabbi Mandelbaum was not about to explain it. She stepped in. ‘Basically, God was about to destroy the entire city of Sodom because they had become sinful,’ she said in a semi-whisper, keen to get this out of the way rather than opening up a new discussion with her old teacher. ‘Abraham tries to make a deal, proposing that if he, Abraham, can find fifty good people in the town, then God should spare it. God agrees and then Abraham starts negotiating. In that case, he says, if you’d save it for fifty, then what about forty? God agrees to that, too. They keep haggling until finally Abraham has beaten God down to ten good men. OK, God says, find me ten good people and I’ll save Sodom. So that establishes the principle that, so long as there are some truly righteous people around, the rest of us are OK. We’re saved because they are in the world.’

      Rabbi Mandelbaum picked up the thread. ‘There is some dispute about the exact numbers. Some say thirty, some say forty-five. But from the fourth century or so, the number becomes settled on thirty-six. As Rabbi Abaye writes, “There are in the world not less than thirty-six righteous persons in every generation upon whom the Shekhina rests”.’

      ‘Sorry. What was that word?’

      ‘My apologies. The Shekhina is God’s radiance, the Divine Countenance.’

      Still in a semi-whisper, TC said: ‘It refers to the outward appearance of God. It’s kind of like a divine light,’ adding with what Will felt sure was pride, ‘it’s feminine.’

      ‘I want to be sure I understand this correctly,’ Will began, haltingly. ‘Jewish teaching holds that there are thirty-six people alive at any one time who are truly righteous. They may be hidden away in obscurity, doing humdrum jobs, living flawed, even sinful lives. But, quietly and in secret, they perform acts of extraordinary goodness. And so long as they’re around, we’re all OK. They keep the world afloat.’ Will finally understood the last clue: the statue of Atlas at the Rockefeller Center, carrying the whole universe on his shoulders.

      ‘Which means,’ he said, his voice slowing, ‘that if they were not around, for whatever reason, it would, literally, be the end of the world.’

      Heavily and slowly, the aged rabbi nodded. ‘I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means.’

FORTY-FIVE

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      So this was why people were dying. For nothing more