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Pulp - Speed Detective.45.04.Suicide Stunt - Robert Leslie Bellem
Pulp - Speed Detective.45.04.Suicide Stunt - Robert Leslie Bellem
SUICIDE STUNT
By ROBERT LESLIE BELLEM
A special kind of trap had been provided to guarantee a most spectacular ending for the
male movie star. And the killer suspects had figured some highly colorful dodges in
order to confound Dan Turner, the surging shamus of this cinemaland!
If you don’t believe me, look—here comes was commencing to seethe with jealousy,
Linstrom now.” which was natural enough. Here he had all
Sure enough the stunt expert was the glamour in the world, yet his doll was
ankling toward us with an unconcerned practically swooning over a common stunt
expression on his freckled mush and a expert and a Hollywood snoop. It was
happy-go-lucky whistle pursing his kisser. enough to make any he-man star go into a
He spotted me, waved a greeting and said: tantrum.
“Hi, Sherlock. Right on time, hunh? Let’s Seeing this, Linstrom made a
go to the commissary and put on the nose disparaging gesture. “Brave? Me? Aw,
bag.” shucks, I only did what any red-blooded
I was on the verge of saying it sounded American boy could do. Shucks.”
like a marvelous notion when Barry Duane “Exactly what I’ve been telling her,”
stepped forward. “Oh, I say, Linstrom.” Duane muttered.
“Yeah?” Chuck looked at him The jane said: “Yes, Mr. Linstrom—
quizzically and then bent an admiring eye Barry was saying he could make that
on the blonde tomato. motorcycle ride as well as you could.”
Duane thereupon performed reluctant “Sure, but why should he!” Chuck
introductions. “Darling, this is Chuck parried. “He’s too valuable for stuff like
Linstrom. Er, my fiancée, Miss DeVore.” that.”
“Hiya,” Chuck said. Duane’s puss slowly reddened. “If
Duane went on: “Miss DeVore was that’s sarcasm—”
worried about your safety in that shot. I “Sarcasm? Not at all. I was telling the
assured her you were quite all right, but she truth,” Chuck looked hurt. I caught a
insisted on meeting you and seeing for twinkle in his peeper, though, when he
herself.” darted a glance at me.
“Nary a scratch on me,” Chuck The Duane ham seemed mollified. “I
chortled. Then, indicating me, he added: beg your pardon, I’m sure. Come, Karen,
“This is my friend Dan Turner, the private we’re having lunch, remember? Let’s go.”
dick. Maybe you’ve heard of him. “Of course, darling.” Then she paused.
Everybody has.” “I have an idea. Why don’t we ask Mr.
Duane scowled. “I haven’t.” He looked Linstrom and Mr. Turner to join us?”
nettled, possibly because his golden-haired “They probably have other things to do.
sweetie was showing so much interest. As Come along.”
a matter at fact she seemed practically Ordinarily I’d have let this ride, but I
overwhelmed; widened her starry blue was still irked by the way the handsome
glimmers first in Linstrom’s direction, then hunk of cheese had acted when Chuck
in mine. Linstrom introduced us a moment ago. He
“Imagine!” she cooed. “Poor little me had said he’d never heard of me, which
meeting a famous private detective and a rankled. So I got even.
big brave stunt man all in the same day! It “Not at all,” I presented him with a
seems just like a dream!” mocking leer. “We haven’t anything else
we’d like to do, have we, Chuck?” And I
The hambo’s glare would have made “I’m only a detective in business hours,” I
ice cubes without a Frigidaire, but he was said.
stuck and he knew it. His feather-brained “Ah?”
sweetie had jockeyed him into a spot with “Yeah. Right now I’m not working at
her screwy antics; a spot he couldn’t very it.”
well get out of without bad manners. “All “Obviously,” he said in a peevish tone.
right,” he sighed. “We’ll make a foursome The DeVore quail pouted a ripe lower
of it.” lip. “You’re not very polite, Barry darling.”
He was wrong, however. We hadn’t “No?”
gone more than halfway over to the “No, you’re not. Mr. Turner asked you
commissary when a hulking ginzo with a a civil question.”
Brooklyn accent lumbered at us, plucked “Oh, yes, so he did. About Lefty
Chuck’s sleeve. “Hey, Mr. Linstrom, can I Melton, wasn’t it?” He smiled at her and
see you a minute?” glowered at me, no mean feat when done
“Sure, Lefty. What is it?” simultaneously. “You ask me if Melton
“I hate to distoib you,” the guy lipped. belonged on the lot.”
“But there’s somethin’ I think you oughta “It’s not important,” I said.
take a slant at, over where you parked your “But it is, really. I mean, if you’re a
motorcycle.” detective, you must’ve noticed he was
Chuck said. “Okay. You folks go on wearing overalls: That means he works
ahead; I’ll join you soon as I can.” Then he here. He’s a grip or prop man or
and the bruiser named Lefty barged away something. I should think any ordinary
while I ankled on into the studio beanery shamus with sense could tell that.”
with Karen DeVore and Duane. We got I killed my second jorum of Scotch; set
settled, gave our orders. fire to a gasper, and said: “Score one for
you, pal. Shall we call a truce or continue
Linstrom to jern you at lunch, wouldja?” ill wind that blows nobody good.”
Then, without waiting for an answer, he I goggled at her. “Hunh?”
continued: “He won’t.” “Don’t you understand?” she said
“What do you mean, he won’t?” I said pertly. Then she turned the full force of her
sharply. infantile glims on Duane. “It’s your big
The big hulk shifted on his number opportunity, darling.”
twelves. “Mr. Linstrom’s gone to the “My opportunity for what?” his voice
hospital. He met up with a slight sounded strained.
accident—a pile of loose boards sort of fell “To be a real life hero as well as a
on him. Bust his skull. They taken him movie one. You can make the motorcycle
away in an ambulance.” scene.”
I choked on a hunk of toast; leaped The ham recoiled as if she had sprouted
upright. “The hell you yodel! Was he—is fangs. “Oh, but—but I—that is, I—”
he—?” “Or were you teasing me when you said
“The croaker says he’ll be okay in a you could ride as well as Mr. Linstrom?”
couple days,” Lefty responded. “But that I poked my oar into the dialogue.
ain’t all.” “Ixnay, baby, That’s not for him. He’s an
Karen DeVore widened her idiotic actor, not a stunt man.” I thought I was
baby-blue peepers. “Not all? You mean he doing Duane a favor by saying this; I could
had other injuries besides a broken sk- tell he needed help—and why should I
kull?” pack a grudge?
“Oh, no ma’am. Not Linstrom. I was Curiously enough, though, he seemed
talkin’ about the pitcher. You know, the to resent it. “You know, that’s not a bad
moom pitcher. The motorcycle stunt.” idea,” he said. “Why shouldn’t I make the
“What about it!” Barry Duane crash scene myself and get the glory?
demanded. Think of the publicity, I can almost see the
“The director says we gotta do a retake. headlines now—”
But how can we when we ain’t got no stunt “Bravo, darling,” the blonde cupcake
man?” said.
I glared at the guy. “Retake! Why?” I said: “Now wait a minute. You can’t
“I dunno. Somethin’ about the film or take that chance, chum. In the first place
somethin’. Well, I gotta go rebuild that the studio wouldn’t stand for it; suppose
balsa-wood brickwork.” And Lefty you got hurt?”
shambled off, mournfully wagging his “Wouldn’t stand for it?” he arose
noggin. majestically. “I’m afraid you don’t realize
The DeVore wren stared after him. the kind of contract I have with Parametro
“The poor man.” Pictures. They’ll stand for it or else.”
“Who, Lefty?” Duane said. “Nothing The DeVore doll squeezed his arm.
poor about him. He’s just punchy, is all. “Oh, Barry, I think you’re marvelous.
Used to be a prize fighter and took too Don’t you think he’s marvelous, Mr.
many on the chin.” Turner!”
“No, I meant Mr. Linstrom. Imagine “I think he’s nuts,” I said.
doing that marvelous ride through the wall
without getting hurt and then having his
skull broken by loose boards.” She
shivered, then brightened abruptly. “It’s an
T HIRTY MINUTES later I was still
telling her I thought Duane was nuts.
By this time the quail and I were once more
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parked by the camera setup on the back lot, ground, peering up at the hot blue sky
with everything ready for a retake of the without seeing it.
motorcycle sequence. There was one “Barry!” a keening shriek knifed
difference, however; she didn’t have Barry through the sudden uproar. Chaos spilled
Duane for an escort now, she had me. over and Karen DeVore came in on the first
Duane was at the far end of the street set, wave of boiling froth. “Barry—what
astride a. snorting motorbike and getting happened—?”
his signal to come hell-roaring toward us. I grabbed her, held her back. “What
The imitation brick wall loomed red and happened is that some dirty disciple
substantial looking in the bright glow of concealed a steel brace under the balsa
sunlight mirrored by huge tilted reflectors. brickwork,” I rasped. “Whoever anchored
“Action,” the director said. the brace knew it would stop a motorcycle,
Off in the distance Duane gunned his Hell, it’d stop a truck.”
twin cylinders; whooshed into motion. “Barry—!” she moaned, squirmed in
Karen DeVore shivered thrillfully against my grasp. “Get a doctor for him—hurry—”
me and fastened the clutch on my wrist. I said: “He don’t need a doctor. He
“Here he comes—I’m so excited I could needs my friend Dave Donaldson of the
scream!” homicide squad. Cop a swivel at his neck.”
I grunted: “Help yourself.” “It’s—crooked—twisted—”
She didn’t yeep, though; not right “Yeah,” I said grimly. “It’s busted.”
away. She just sucked in a deep breath and “You m-mean—”
held it while Duane thundered past us. His “I mean he’s deader than chopped
noggin was low and his shoulders sloped bait,” I said. “He was murdered.”
over the handle bars as he aimed straight She went limp—and it turned out we
for the barricade— needed a doctor, after all. The blonde doll
Kee-rash! had swooned. I handed her over to a
Even as he hit it, I knew something had cameraman and yelled: “Fetch a sawbones
gone haywire. The red balsa bricks erupted for her, bub!” Then I catapulted for the
in a shower and the motorcycle bucked just nearest phone to put in the squeal to
as it had done when Chuck Linstrom was headquarters.
riding it; but there was a difference. Instead
of plowing a hole in the wall, the machine
seemed to crumple and fold like a
concertina. Duane’s body sailed flopping
A GUY rambled into my agency office
on Hollywood Boulevard around three
o’clock that afternoon. He was a nice-
through the atmosphere. looking punk, in his late twenties at a rough
Alongside me the blonde cookie guess, and there was something about him
screeched hideously. “Barry—oh, my that seemed vaguely familiar although I
gosh—Barry—!” couldn’t quite put my finger on it for a
I said: “What the hell?” and sprinted moment. I waited until he got close to my
forward, reached the point of impact a split desk.
second before the crowd closed in behind “Yeah?” I said.
me. The first thing I piped was the wall He hung the steady focus on me.
structure where its facing of counterfeit “You’re Dan Turner, I suppose.”
bricks had been dislodged. The second “So they tell me. What can I do for
thing I lamped was Barry Duane on the you?”
SUICIDE STUNT 7
Linstrom to double for him in certain stunts clapped on my hat, grabbed the punk’s
like the motorcycle crash . . . Barry would elbow. “You can ask your questions
have preferred some other stunt man.” direct,” I snapped resentfully. “In my book,
This was news indeed. I pricked up my Linstrom’s as clean as laundry on the line.
ears. “Why?” If you suspect him of any shenanigans,
“Oh, nothing serious. My uncle seemed suppose you say it to his face instead of
to think Linstrom was a little too brash, behind his back.”
was the way he put it. They’d worked “That suits me. We’re going to the
together before and Linstrom had hospital?”
apparently irked him by his—well, I guess “Yeah,” I said. “But instantly.” And I
you’d call it his cocky manner.” steered him down to my parked jalopy; lit a
“Most stunt experts are cocky. And shuck for the surgical drydock where my
tough,” I added in defense of Chuck, who stunt expert chum was laid up for repairs.
was a friend of mine. “Linstrom’s no worse
than the average in that respect. If Barry
Duane resented his happy-go-lucky
attitude, he’d have resented the same thing
in anybody else they might have hired. I
don’t see what that’s got to do with the
case.” I torched a gasper. “Beside,
Linstrom was injured by some falling
lumber; had to be carted off to the hospital
with a dent in his steeple before Melton
rebuilt that wall.”
“That’s just the point,” young Duane
growled.
“Make it clearer,” I said. “I’m a little
stupid this afternoon.”
C HUCK LINSTROM resembled a
freckled and somewhat pallid Arab or
Hindu, stretched out on the hospital bed
He aimed a forefinger at me. “Look. If with his cranium all wrapped in a turban of
Linstrom hadn’t been injured by falling gauze bandages. He pinned the bleary
timber, he’d have been right there to make focus on me as I barged toward him. “Hi,
a second motorbike ride—to double for my Hawkshaw.”
uncle in the retake. I mean the accident that “Hi. How’s the headache?”
sent Linstrom to the hospital seems pretty “They tell me I’ll be as good as new
fortuitous to me. It’s the key to the whole when the stitches come out,” he grinned
affair. Chuck Linstrom’s absence caused wanly. Then his glimmers went
Uncle Barry to make the scene himself— wonderingly toward young Steve Duane.
and he was killed doing it.” “Insurance adjuster?”
“Hey,” I narrowed my optics. “Are you I said: “No. This is Barry Duane’s
hinting Chuck deliberately got himself nephew.”
beaned by a scantling so Barry Duane “Oh,” Linstrom mumbled. “I—heard
would ride into the steel-braced wall?” the news.”
“I’m not hinting anything. I’m “About Uncle Barry’s murder?” Steve’s
propounding theories and asking voice was sour.
questions.” “Yeah. And—I’m sorry, kid.”
I came around from behind my desk, “I should think you ought to be. If
SUICIDE STUNT 9
you wouldn’t be the guy that took the jolt.” getting ideas. About Lefty Melton, for
Chuck nodded, then winced because instance. The way it looks now, he had no
the movement of his noggin was too personal grudge against your uncle.”
vigorous. “It fits,” he said. “It meshes in “That’s right,” the punk nodded.
with what we already know.” “Then he must have had some other
“And it doesn’t add anything to what reason for doing what he did.”
we’re trying to learn,” Steve Duane “And I want you to find out what that
remarked in a frustrated tone. “We’re reason was.”
already aware it was Lefty—but why?” I poisoned myself reflectively with a
Just then a nurse came pussy-footing lung-load of smoke. “I can make a guess.
into the room, told us we’d overstayed our He was hired.”
visit and kindly get out so Linstrom could “Hired?”
take a nap. I powdered with the Duane “Yeah, by somebody who wanted
punk, took him back to my bucket, kicked Barry Duane to croak.”
the starter, and said: “Satisfied now?” “But who—?”
“About what?” “Maybe somebody who stood to profit
“About Chuck Linstrom being clean.” by Barry’s demise,” I said slowly.
He looked sullen. “I suppose I’ve got to Steve considered this, and an abrupt
be satisfied. What’s your opinion?” flush stained his youthful lineaments. “That
“My opinion is that Lefty Melton won’t do. Good lord, I’m the only one
croaked your uncle and, when the cops nab who’d gain by—I mean—say, listen,
him, we’ll learn his motives.” you’re not accusing me, are you?” he
“Will you work with the police—for yodeled in angry accents.
me?” “Why, no,” I summoned a placating
I set fire to a coffin nail. “I don’t see smile. “Of course not. Why hell, sonny,
why I should. They can capture the guy if you’re the guy that’s hiring me to
anybody can. There’s more of them.” investigate this clambake. Who ever heard
“Look,” be said. “If it’s a question of of a criminal deliberately inviting a
money, I can afford to pay you any fee you detective to track him down?” Which was
want. Or anyhow I’ll be able to afford it as just so much sheep-dip, of course. Lots of
soon as Uncle Barry’s estate is settled.” guilty characters try to cover their tracks by
Dough happens to be my major hobby, engaging the services of private snoops;
and, when he mentioned it, my ears it’s a standard method of attempting to
twitched forward like a mule’s. “You establish innocence.
figure to inherit a slice of Barry’s geetus?” But I didn’t say so to Steve Duane.
“Not a slice of it; all of it. I was his
only living relative. And he was worth
plenty, so if it’s a fee you’re after—”
I said: “I’m always after fees, laddie.
T HERE WERE some points I craved to
check back on at Parametro
Productions. I gave the Duane punk a quick
But once I undertake to crack a case, I brush-off, then headed my teakettle to the
crack it no matter who goes to the studio; began asking discreet questions
undertaker, which is not meant to be about Chuck Linstrom. Did the stunt guy
funny.” have any enemies on the lot? In the past
“You mean you will work on it for few weeks had he been in any brawls? Was
me?” it possible, or even remotely plausible, that
“I mean I’m getting interested; and I’m somebody had hated Linstrom so much that
SUICIDE STUNT 11
a murder scheme might hatch out of this tab much difference in them; at least not
hatred? until the actual instant of impact against the
My quiz program was designed to dead-end wall. At that point Chuck
remove any loose threads that might tangle Linstrom’s take was spoiled by some sort
up the puzzle more than it was tangled of flash halation on the negative, which
already. What it some unknown party had spoilage had necessitated re-filming the
despised Linstrom’s tripes and arranged the episode. And of course when the Barry
concealed steel brace inside the mock brick Duane crash flitted in the viewer his
wall with the notion of exterminating the motorbike failed to go on through the balsa
stunt expert? In other words, suppose bricks; instead, it crumpled up under him,
Chuck himself had been the intended crash bucked him off, and cooled him by means
victim? of a broken neck. I shivered a little when I
The theory had a certain amount of watched this reproduction of an actual
surface logic. The killer might conceivably death; it was weird, unpleasant.
have hankered to abolish Linstrom by By the same token, it put me on the
means of the hidden steelwork, only to track of the truth.
have the plan go haywire when Barry
Duane rode the motorcycle in the retake.
But the more I snooped around, the more I
realized it was a blind alley. Chuck had no
I THANKED my laboratory friend,
ankled out to my jalopy and headed for
the nearest grog dispensary for a good stiff
enemies at Parametro; everyone liked him, slug of Scotch; my nerves needed it. By
even the missing Lefty Melton. now it was dusk and I aimed for the phone
Moreover, Lefty wouldn’t have booth, consulted the directory, thumbed
arranged a murder stunt for Linstrom and down the D’s until I located Karen
then dumped a stack of lumber on him DeVore’s address. It was an apartment
before the scheme went into operation, thus wigwam on Yucca near Vine.
defeating his own purpose. That didn’t I went there.
make any sense at all. No matter how you The feather-brained blonde doll opened
looked at it, the whole plot had been aimed up to my knock; widened her weepy blue
full at the Duane hambo and nobody else. It peepers when she recognized me. “Wh-
had to be that way. why—Mr. Turner!”
I braced a pal of mine in the studio’s “Hi, kitten,” I said. “Mind if I come
lab department—the building where they in?” The question was strictly academic
develop exposed spools of negative and because by that time I was already over the
make positive prints; persuaded him to give threshold and planting my poundage on a
me a gander at Chuck’s original crash davenport. “Maybe you’ll think it’s funny,
scene and Duane’s substitute remake of the my visiting you so soon after what
sequence. We ran these rushes through a happened at Parametro this noon.”
movieola, a little viewing gadget that lets She shed a little brine down her lovely
you lamp the pix through a peep-hole complexion. “Not at all,” she made an
instead of projecting the film on a beaded obvious effort to keep the sobs out of her
screen. The movieola is quicker and more dulcet voice. “I—I’m glad you did. I f-feel
convenient when only one guy wants to so alone, now th-that Barry’s—d-dead.”
look at the action, and by now I was in “Take it easy, hon,” I said gently.
something of a hurry. “But—but it was all m-my fault.”
Comparing the two scenes, I couldn’t “Your fault?” I fastened the astonished
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The radio warmed up on a news After the first one they’re generally too
broadcast: “—studio employee named deceased to fire a second shot unless
George ‘Lefty’ Melton was found dead in a they’re using an automatic roscoe and a
clump of underbrush beneath the Arroyo dying reflex twitch triggers it again. Even
Seco Bridge in Pasadena. Melton, who had then the extra pill usually goes wild.” I
disappeared from Parametro Studios in started across the room.
Hollywood earlier today after the death of She stared at me. “Wh-what are you
movie star Barry Duane in a stunting going to do?”
mishap, was being sought by police on “Use your phone if you don’t object.
suspicion of responsibility for Duane’s I’ve got to call the law. But quick!” Then I
death, the accusation being that Melton whirled the dial so fast it gave out smoke;
inserted a steel crossmember in a bestowed a bellowing request on the
breakaway brick wall into which Duane operator who answered at headquarters.
crashed a motorcycle while making a “Dave Donaldson of homicide! Yeah,
motion picture scene. Melton’s body, when Donaldson.” I waited a while, then:
discovered by Pasadena police officers, “Dave?”
had two bullets through the right temple--” His rumbling mumble came back over
I careened toward the console, snapped the line like distant thunder. “Yah. Who
it off and emitted a strangled: “What the wants what and why?”
hell! Then I yeeped: “Miss DeVore— “Turner squalling. Flag yourself over to
Karen! Did you hear that?” Steve Duane’s tepee.” I mentioned the
“It m-means Melton’s d-dead?” address. “That’s right, Steve Duane, Barry
I said: “It means he was squibbed off.” Duane’s nephew. I think I’m on the brink
“Squibbed off?” of handing you a killer, so don’t spare the
“Murdered.” gas coupons. Yeah. I’ll meet you there.”
Her kisser made a startled O. “But—but And I rang off before he could fire a cargo
the radio didn’t say that. It said he was of useless questions at me.
found under the Pasadena bridge with two The DeVore wren gasped: “Steve—?
bullets through his temple.” Oh, no! Not Steve!”
“His right temple, to be exact.” “But definitely, kitten. Come on, you
“Maybe he committed suicide,” she may as well be in on the payoff.” Then I
said. “Maybe when he saw he couldn’t yanked her out of the flat, down to my
escape, he decided to k-kill himself.” coupe, and gave her the wildest ride this
“His name was Lefty,” I grunted. side of a shoot-the-chutes at an amusement
“But what has that to do with—?” park.
“Why’s anybody called Lefty?” For all our sped, though, Dave
“I—I suppose because—because Donaldson got there a minute ahead of us.
they’re—” He was already emerging ponderously
“Because they’re southpaws, yeah,” I from his official sedan as I tossed out my
said grimly. “And being left-handed, own four-wheel anchors. The guy drives
Melton wouldn’t plug himself through the like a maniac.
right temple. Get it? He didn’t Dutch
himself!”
“I—yes.”
I went on: “And besides, very few
A STUPEFIED expression contorted
Steve Duane’s puss when he opened
his front portal. “Turner!” he said. “And—
suicides put two bullets in their skulls. Karen! Karen, darling!”
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retake was going to be necessary?” I said: “No, toots, it’s the truth. I
“I d-don’t get you.” remember seeing you as you flipped away
“Sure you do,” I rasped. “In order to your cigarette during that first motorcycle
guarantee a retake, the original stunt scene sequence. I checked the film later and saw
had to be spoiled; ruined. See that vase on it had been ruined by a flash of sparks that
the table over there? Let’s suppose it’s the made light-halations on the negative. Then,
lens hood of a movie camera. Now watch.” finally, you told me you’d been out
Then I flipped the butt of my gasper arranging for flowers to be sent to Barry
straight at the vase; scored a bull’s-eye. Duane’s funeral—but actually you’d had a
Sparks erupted in a bright red shower. different kind of errand under the Pasadena
“That’s how you spoiled the first take, bridge. A murder errand—with Lefty
Karen DeVore,” I said. “—Grab her, Melton as the party of the second part.”
Dave!” “No!” she yeeped. “No!”
“Will you stand still for a paraffin test