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CHAPTER ONE
A Corpse in My Lap
ler, a detective-sergeant, had cleaned up a Then he phoned down and squawked like
Brooklyn killing single-handed only a week hell because the eggs were hard. Who the
ago. Muller had then drawn a month’s devil ever heard of six-minute eggs, soft
vacation with pay, a citation, and a promo¬ boiled ?”
tion. Now, here I stood, first man on the I sighed deeply, lit my pipe and went
scene of a killing, with two clues in my away. Perhaps, Sherlock Holmes could
hand. Suppose I held the fountain pen have gone right to work on the material I
top, the scribbled telephone number out on had. Frankly, none of it made any sense
Homicide ? .Suppose I turned up the mur¬ to me. However, I wasn’t discouraged. I
derer myself, alone and unaided? That had a phone number to work on and I was
certainly should be worth a transfer in any looking for a man who’d lost the top to his
commissioner's book. fountain pen. If I found him, fine. I’d win
My right hand closed tightly over the my transfer. If I didn’t, it was Homicide’s
Officers Simmonds and Batter sly, starting out two jumps and two clues
ahead of the legless, coffee-swilling Inspector Allhoff, joyfully antici¬
pate a quick solution of the murder in room 1201—followed by pro¬
motion and escape from their bitter boss. Then Allhoff the Omnis¬
cient poses a riddle: "Why were the water faucets reversed in the
murder chamber?” And, plumbing the depths of this water-pipe puzzle,
the two luckless dicks find their red-hot clues turning colder than the
murder victim’s corpse.
pen top as the door was flung, suddenly rap. I was in the enviable position of a man
open and Lieutenant Marsden walked into who has something to gain and not a red
the room. He looked at me in surprise not cent to lose. I eschewed the subway and
unmixed with disgust. took a taxicab downtown.
“Don’t tell me Allhoff's on this damned
case already ?” TT WAS twenty minutes to ten when the
I reassured him. I told him as my pulse ■*- stairs leading to Allhoff’s tenement
quickened that the case was all Homicide’s. apartment creaked beneath my foot. A
I bade him good-bye and hastened out of moment later I entered Allhoff’s combina¬
the room. I went downstairs and conducted tion office and living-room. As always the
the first wholly private investigation of my first impression I received, crossing the
departmental career. threshold, was one of superlative disorder.
The desk informed me that the dead The floor was unswept. The wastepaper
man was one George Green, registered baskets were overflowing. The sink was a
from a small town in North Carolina. The gray mausoleum brimming with dirty
switchboard told me that he had made one dishes.
phone call the night before, that the num¬ Allhoff’s laundry lay piled against the
ber did not answer. A bellboy mentioned west wall, climbing dispiritedly day by day.
the fact that Green had tossed him a dollar The garbage can, beneath the sink, was
for carrying the bags upstairs. All this was again yielding up free lunch to myriad
routine enough until I interviewed Room cockroaches. The bedroom door was ajar,
Service. revealing an unmade bed, twisted sheets
The graying clerk who handled the tele¬ and a blanket trailing on the floor. There
phone there scratched his head. was an air of mustiness in the room which
“Green?” he said. “It’s 1201, isn’t it? filled my nostrils. I sighed heavily and sat
Yeah. A bit of a nut. Eccentric, I guess. down at my desk.
Called up late last night. Ordered two soft Allhoff regarded me with baleful little
boiled eggs. Said they must be six minutes. eyes over the rim of a chipped coffee cup.
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On his desk the electric percolator gurgled response to my shouted invitation, two men
spasmodically. Allhoff slammed the cup entered.
down in its greasy saucer. I felt his gaze
on me but did not look up. T HE first of them was stocky, well-
Across the room from me, young Bat- dressed, and over-groomed. He strode
tersly leaned against the wall and read the rather than walked and he exuded an air
comic papers with the desperate boredom of authority. He stood before Allhoff’s
of a man who has absolutely nothing else desk, regarding the gnome-like figure sit¬
to do. I shuffled papers on my desk and ting huddled over in his chair, his chest
tensed myself for the sound of Allhoff’s pressed against the edge of the desk. He
harsh voice against my eardrums. It came said, crisply: “My name’s Winters. I have
like the sound of a machine gun with a note here from the commissioner. This
laryngitis. gentleman is Robert Dawson.”
“I will not be put upon,” he.said. “I Dawson who was well over six feet tall,
shall not have my authority flouted.” bowed and smiled sadly. Allhoff uttered
I looked at him. To someone who didn’t no word of greeting. He ripped open the
have to spend eight hours of each day in envelope Winters had handed him, scowled
his presence, the idea was funny. He was and read it. He threw the note in the gen¬
never put upon. He was never flouted. He eral direction of the wastepaper basket,
was feared more than the mayor himself. looked up, and said antagonistically: “So
He was an arrogant combination of Na¬ the commissioner wants me to do a little
poleon, Heinrich Himmler, and Donald job for his friends, eh? All right, where
Duck. I relit my pipe and said: “Who’s did you lose the dog ?”
flouted you ?” Winters blinked at him. “Dog ?” he said.
Allhoff picked up the coffee cup, drained “What dog?”
it and set it down again. Allhoff registered phoney surprise. “No
"You,” he snapped. “You’re forty min¬ dog?” he said. “Amazing. Don’t tell me
utes late. You’d never dare pull that sort the case is more important than that. When
of stuff in any other department. You take the commissioner unloads his friends on
advantage of me because I’m easy.” me, I suspect political motives. The last
Easy ? Allhoff was as easy as a problem time was a ward leader who’d lost his
in calculus to a Kallikak with a nervous wallet. Having some influence he insisted
breakdown. I took the pipe from my mouth on having the best man in the department
and said as much. on the job.”
“Damn you,” said Allhoff. “You’re in¬ He drank a deep draft of coffee, and
subordinate as well. You’re thoroughly in¬ added with pleasurable reminiscence: “I
competent. So, for that matter, is Batters- had him thrown out of the office.”
ly. I don’t know why I’m stuck with such Winters’ well-manicured finger tapped
a lousy pair of assistants. How would you Allhoff’s desk irritably. “See here, Inspec¬
like it if I sent you over to rot in Staten tor,” he said. “I’m a well-known man in
Island? Two hours’ travel a day. Decay¬ this town. I’m here on a rather important
ing out there in the sticks. How would you case. I expect at least courtesy.”
like that?” Allhoff waved a grimy hand in my di¬
I met his eye squarely. “I’d love it,” I rection. “He wants courtesy, Simmonds.
said. “When do I go ?” Give him some. If later, he wants some in¬
Battersly looked up from his paper, a telligence also, turn him back to me.”
gleam of hope in his eyes. There was none He buried his nose in his coffee cup and
in mine. I knew rhetoric when I heard it. sipped noisily. Winter’s face turned the
Allhoff was certainly going to give me no color of the purple hibiscus at dawn. He
transfer—and as for Battersly, he would opened his mouth wide and took a deep
work in this room until the day when either breath. I prepared to enjoy the invective
he or Allhoff died. he was about to hurl in Allhoff’s face.
Allhoff opened his mouth to speak again, Then Dawson, whose melancholy smile
then closed it as we heard footfalls on the persisted, came into the conversation.
creaking stairs without. A moment later, “Inspector,” he said like a Balkan diplo¬
there was a staccato rap on the door. In mat addressing Hitler, “I can well under-
The Corpse That Wasn’t There 15
stand the impatience of a man of your the answers. If you’re taking the case
talents with some of the picayune matters over, go right ahead. If not, shut up.”
given you. This, however, is a rather im¬
portant affair. Mr. Winters here, called
his friend the commissioner only to be
I REALIZED I should have kept my
mouth shut. I was on dangerous
certain that the best brains in the entire enough ground already, withholding evi¬
department would be available to us.” dence. Fortunately, there was a blow torch
Allhoff put down his coffee cup and burning in Allhoff’s soul at my temerity
grinned like a ninety-year-old ingenue who in daring to ask a question when he was
is the recipient of a pass from a football handling a case. Otherwise, he would have
player. He bowed like an actor. He indi¬ been certain to ask my interest in the mat¬
cated two rather crummy chairs. ter, to ask what the devil I cared about
“Gentlemen,” he said. “Sit down.” the corpse’s name. I put my pipe back in
I regarded him with disgust. There my mouth and shut up.
were times when it seemed to me that all Allhoff transferred his gaze from me to
you had to do was tell him that he was in¬ Dawson. “What,” he asked, “is the con¬
telligent and he’d write you a check. nection, if any, between your dead cousin
Dawson and Winters sat down. The and this guy Edwards?”
latter still appeared annoyed. Dawson, his Winters spoke impatiently as if he felt
face still wreathed in ineffable sadness, did too much time was being wasted.
the talking. “Four of us were interested in a gold
“I’m afraid, Inspector, we are con¬ mine Edwards had found. Dawson here,
fronted with the case of a missing man and Green, his cousin, Edwards and myself.
quite possibly a murder.” There is no claim filed on the mine yet.
“Missing Persons and Homicide,” said Edwards is, to put it politely, not quite all
Allhoff pleasantly. “The two most incom¬ there. He’s a paranoiac. Delusions of
petent bureaus in the department. I shall persecution. Believes everyone is trying
be happy to show them up again. Now to steal his mine. He was to arrive yester¬
what’s it all about ?” day, give us the location of the mine and
“The missing man,” said Dawson, “is collect the money for our interest. He
named Edwards. He is an old prospector. didn’t show up. In the meantime, Daw¬
He was due in from Cripple Creek early son’s cousin Green, who just came in from
yesterday morning. I was to meet him. the south to get in on the deal is killed last
When he failed to arrive, I got in touch night in his hotel. We want you to find
with Cripple Creek. He left all right. He Edwards and Green’s murderer. That's
boarded the train. Yet he never arrived.” all.”
Allhoff took it very calmly. “Probably “That’s all!” said Allhoff. “Are you
picked up a floozy in Chicago,” he said. sure you don’t want me to find out what
“What about the murder?” became of Lord Kitchener and clean up the
“A cousin of mine,” said Dawson. Elwell case for you as well ?”
“Killed last night in a Bronx hotel. He Winters made a gesture of annoyance
came up from Ncirth Carolina yesterday. and futility. “I know it’s puzzling,” he
I just identified the body.” said, “and difficult. That’s why we asked
I took the pipe from my mouth and the commissioner for his top man. If
blinked. My pulse picked up a beat. I there is anything either of us can do to help
said: “Bronx hotel? North Carolina? you, don’t hesitate to call on us. During
What was his name ?” office hours you can get me at the Drovers’
“Green,” said Dawson. “George Bank. My home address is—”
Green.” He reached toward his vest pocket.
Allhoff twisted his neck around and Then he said abruptly: “I forgot. My
glared at me. He said through contorted fountain pen is broken. May I borrow a
lips, “Go ahead.” pencil ?”
“Go ahead what?” Allhoff handed him a pencil and my
“Go ahead and tell us who killed him. heart stood still. I had a fountain pen top
Sergeant Simmonds, the great detective! in my pocket. I was looking for the mur¬
Asks one single question and knows all derer of a man named Green. Before me
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was a banker who had had business deal¬ “Goals,” said Winters. “In soccer. He’s
ings with Green and he was not carrying the best forward in the east. Aren’t you,
his fountain pen! Battersly ?”
Allhoff took the paper with Winters’ Battersly didn’t answer. His face was
address. I half stood up and craned my a sickly gray and his eyes were empty. I
neck reading it over his shoulder. It was stood up, alarmed. Allhoff opened his
on Madison Avenue in the fifties. I recalled mouth revealing all his stained teeth.
the exchange of the telephone number I Somehow he reminded me of a crocodile
had taken from the Lafayette Hotel was about to pounce on a rabbit.
Wickersham. That fitted, too. “A forward, ” he said and his voice rose
Allhoff said: “All right, I’ll think about maniacally crescendo. “He kicked three
this. I’ll get the complete report from goals, eh? And what, my fine athletic
Homicide on Green’s death. Undoubtedly, friend, did you kick them with ?”
I’ll want information from both of you. Battersly moistened his dry lips. Win¬
I’ll get in touch with you. Dawson, leave ters exchanged a bewildered look with
me your address. ” Dawson whose melancholy had turned to
Dawson handed him a card. I fought to puzzlement.
keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to “What did he kick them with ?” repeated
arouse Allhoff’s wrath again. Nor did I Winters. “His legs. His feet, of course.
want to make him suspicious of what I was Soccer, understand? You know soccer,
doing. But I had to ask one question. No Inspector.”
effort of will could keep my vocal chords Allhoff put his right hand on the edge
still. of his deck. He pushed with all his
“Mr. Winters,” I said, “where did you strength. His chair flew across the floor
spend last night ?” on its rollers. The movement revealed for
Winters raised his eyebrows and Allhoff the first time to Winters and Dawson the
gave me his prime, Grade A nasty look. macabre fact that Allhoff’s body ended
“Home,” said Winters. “Witlf my wife. where his torso did. At the juncture where
Why?” his thighs should have begun, there was
“Oh, nothing,” I said, then to shut off nothing.
Allhoff, I turned to Battersly. “Battersly, Two black leather stumps protruded
will you hand me those reports from the over the edge of his chair. At the moment
Alien Squad?” they wriggled horribly, dancing a rigadoon
Battersly obeyed blankly. Allhoff’s eyes in the empty air. His fists, clenched and
grew harder. He looked as if he were about taut, pounded madly on the arms of the
to say something, but Winters spoke first. chair. His mouth was open and his larynx
“Battersly?” he said. “Is your name rattled like hail on a drumskin.
Battersly?” “He kicked three goals!” he roared.
Battersly admitted his identity. “With his legs and his feet. With those
“John Battersly?” persisted Winters. legs and feet? Whose? Damn you! Tell
Battersly nodded. Winters smiled cor¬ the pretty gentleman whose feet you act¬
dially for the first time since he had been ually used! You cowardly, yellow dog!
in the office. You—”
“Congratulations on your game Sunday. He dived into the depths of his vocab¬
I enjoyed it. I’m a great fan, you know. ulary and came up again with buckets of
You kicked three goals, didn’t you?” assorted obscenity. He poured them over
Battersly hysterically. Twice, I attempted
T HERE was a sudden silence in the
room broken only by the swift sibilant
to stem the evil tide that gushed from his
twisted lips. My voice was drowned out
intake of Battersly’s breath. I looked over in his.
at Allhoff. His little eyes were glowing Then, physically exhausted, he stopped.
like two coals imported on a fast plane He turned his head toward the open-
from hell. He licked his lips slowly with mouthed Winters, the shocked and startled
a pointed tongue. He said, and his vocal Dawson.
chords were oiled with venom: “He kicked “Get out,” he said. “If I want you I’ll
three what?” get in touch with you.”
The Corpse That Wasn’t There 17
With no reluctance whatever they got the only organs that operation cost him.
out. Allhoff turned back to his desk. With Part of his brain seemed to go with them.
a trembling hand he took the coffee pot off He emerged from the hospital bitter and
its base and filled his cup. He buried his brooding. Within him seethed a cauldron
nose in it and drank deep. Battersly stood of hate, the fires of which were never low.
cowering against the wall. His face was The commissioner was of no mind to
the color of dirty snow. His hands were lose one of his best men, legs or no legs.
tremulous, and though I could not see So he had arranged that Allhoff rent this
them I knew his knees were, too. tenement slum opposite headquarters and
I breathed a deep sigh and lit my pipe. remain a member of the department ex
Five years of this same scene played over officio. Allhoff had acceded to this request
and over again with profane variations but had laid down one adamant condition.
took almost as much out of me as Battersly. Battersly was to be his assistant.
Then, I thought for a moment of the Green This, then, had been the setup for the
murder, of the fountain pen top and the past five years. Allhoff devoted his life to
telephone number in my pocket. I resolved extracting his revenge, losing no oppor¬
that if I broke this case personally, I’d tunity to make young Battersly pay for
cut Battersly in on the credit. In the mat¬ that one weak moment which had cost All¬
ter of a transfer, God knew, his need was hoff his legs. I had been tossed into the
greater than mine. combination, ostensibly to take care of the
paper work, actually to lend a hand when
CHAPTER TWO Allhoff became too violent.
All in all. the three of us led a miserable
Hot and Cold Clues life. I was thoroughly sick of it. That was
the prime reason that I deliberately had
A LLHOFF’S outburst which had roared jeopardized a clean career by withholding
into my ears for the past five years evidence in- a murder case. There was
had its genesis during a raid on a West nothing I would not do to insure a transfer
End rooming house some time ago. In from this dank and miserable slum apart¬
those days Battersly was a raw rookie ment where Allhoff dwelt with hate and
facing danger for the first time. Allhoff venom in his twisted heart.
was a seasoned, though misanthropic cam¬
paigner. TT WAS a little after four o’clock in the
We had it from a stoolpigeon that the A afternoon when the complete report on
two thugs we were after had rigged a the Green murder came in from Homicide.
Tommy gun on the stairway dominating I glanced over the single-spaced typing on
the door. Battersly’s assignment had been the onionskin sheets of paper and noted
to effect a rear entrance, attack the gun’s with marked satisfaction that Homicide
operator from the rear at zero hour when was baffled.
the raiding squad came crashing through With the two purloined clues in my own
the front door. pocket, with the fact of Winters’ broken
The first part of the assignment he had fountain pen, plus the check I had done
carried out. Then, inside the house, he at lunch and discovered that the Wicker-
had undergone a quite understandable case sham telephone number was listed as Win¬
of buck fever. He became suddenly pan¬ ters’ residence, I figured I’d have little
icky. Instead of attacking, he hesitated. trouble breaking the case before Homicide
During that vacillating moment, Allhoff, had even evolved a tenable theory. Even
at the head of the raiding squad, came better, before Allhoff had got his stained
charging through the front door. teeth into the case at all.
The Tommy gun went into immediate Allhoff watched me as I scanned the
action, sending a score of bullets through report. He removed his coffee cup from
Allhoff’s legs before the squad disposed of his mouth. “All right,” he said. “Give.”
the operator. A week later gangrene set I took a deep breath. I quoted and sum¬
in. Twelve hours after that came amputa¬ marized. Almost everything contained in
tion. the paper I already knew. At the bottom of
Unfortunately Allhoff’s legs were not the final page I came across a fresh fact
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which set my heart to beating wildly. fayette. Those single lever affairs. Why?”
“They found fingerprints,” I told All- Allhoff grunted and returned to his cof¬
hoff, “on the bathroom faucets. They fee. He was silent for a long moment.
didn’t belong to the dead man. They be¬ “It’s damned funny,” he said at last.
longed to none of the hotel employees. “There are a number of angles I can see
They belonged undoubtedly to the mur¬ in this damned case. On the other hand,
derer.” there are at least an equal number that I
“So what?” said Allhoff. “If the killer
has no record that means nothing. We He drew a deep sigh up from his intes¬
can’t go around printing every guy in tines and shook his head. I grinned hap¬
town.” pily. There were a number of angles I
“There’s something else,” I said. could see, too. Only one that I couldn’t.
“Though it’s equally unimportant.” And I knew where to look for that.
“Give me a fact,” said Allhoff. “It’s “After all,” I said pleasantly, “no one’s
more valuable than your opiniotl.” infallible. ”
“The bathroom faucets were reversed.
The hot tap was fixed to the cold water
and vice versa. Bardon, the manager, says
H E SPUN around in his chair and
glared at me. He said, “I am.” He
he can’t understand it.” reached for the telephone, picked it up and
Allhoff wrinkled up his brow and poured said: “Get me Cripple Creek, Colorado.
himself another cup of coffee. The fact that Chief of police, if they have one.” He hung
he was registering deep thought with ab¬ on to the wire and stared at Battersly and
solutely nothing to work on, rather amused myself. “You two, get out,” he snapped.
me. I was pretty sure, by now, that I had “Go home. The atmosphere is more con¬
almost the entire answer to Green’s death. ducive to clear thinking without the pres¬
For the first time in my life I was entering ence of a pair of nitwits like you guys.
the stretch some eight lengths in front of Lam.”
Inspector Allhoff. Nothing loath we lammed. Downstairs,
I looked across the room toward Bat- I steered Battersly into Noonan’s for a
tersly. He sat, the newspaper open to the drink. He sat staring moodily into his
comic page on his knees, staring brood- beer. I drained my rye, set down the glass,
ingly out the window. There was some¬ and tossed the panacea for all his troubles
thing shocking about the expression of in his lap.
utter despair and futility upon so youthful “Listen,” I said, “how would you like
a face. His eyes were blank and though he to be a hero ?”
sat upright I had a distinct impression that “At what?” he said bitterly. “Soccer?”
his back was bowed. I shook my head. “A police hero. A
I smiled at him and felt a warm glow headline copper. With the newspapers
inside me. Battersly didn’t know it yet but showering praises on you. With the com¬
he was going to get half credit in the solu¬ missioner handing you a bow. With your¬
tion of a murder case which had baffled self in so solid that you could probably
Homicide, an ordinary enough occurrence, wangle a transfer into any precinct, any
and defeated the great Inspector Allhoff, department you wanted.”
which wasn’t. He looked up, a faint glimmer of interest
Allhoff poured two more minims of caf¬ in his eyes.
feine into his system. He said abruptly: “Are you kidding?”
“What about those faucets ? Does the re¬ “I’m not kidding. I walked into a mur¬
port mention what kind of faucets they der today. That Green murder that they’ve
are?” saddled Allhoff with. I believe I’ve got it
I picked up the onionskin again. Hom¬ tied up and in the bag. I’m certain I know
icide wasn’t very efficient, true. But they whose fingerprints those are. Homicide
were damned thorough. They even men¬ and Allhoff will never figure it. All that’s
tioned the color of the dead man’s shirt. lacking is a motivation and unless I’m
“Sure,” I said. “It’s all here. But I badly mistaken we can dig that up at this
could have told you that. They use those guy Winters’ house. I’ll cut you in.”
bar-shaped modernistic faucets at the La¬ Battersly’s beer was forgotten now. The
The Corpse That Wasn’t There 19
dull weariness that constantly glazed his She raised two delicate eyebrows. “Do
eyes was gone. For the first time in years, I give the impression of being alarmed,
he was eager and alert. Sergeant ?”
“Sergeant,” he said, “God knows I’m She most certainly didn’t.
grateful. This is the greatest break anyone “I called to see your husband,” I went
ever gave me. What are the details ?” on. “With your permission, I’ll wait for
Benignly, like a scoutmaster who has him. In the meantime I’d like to ask you
bestowed another Eagle badge on a prom¬ a question or two.”
ising lad, I told him what I had. She lit a cigarette with long slim fingers.
“You see,” I concluded, “everything “All right, go ahead.”
points to Winters. There’s the fountain “Your husband, I understand, spent last
pen angle. There’s the fact of that phone night at home?” I asked without much
number. I’m certain those are his finger¬ hope.
prints. We need motive. We’re going to Janet Winters took the cigarette from
his house now to look for it.” her mouth. “As a matter of fact, Sergeant,
Battersly ordered another beer. He he didn’t. Why do you ask ?”
looked suddenly thoughtful. In that moment I felt like a guy who
“But,” he objected, “Winters apparent¬ has picked the daily double three days in
ly has an alibi. You asked him what he did a row. For once in my life, I felt shot with
last night. He said that he stayed home luck. Far from having the difficult task of
with his wife.” breaking down Winters’ alibi, his wife had
“Wives don’t furnish very good alibis,” calmly done it for me and tossed the frag¬
I told him. “We can probably break that ments in my lap.
down. It’s bound to fall anyway if the “Oh,” I said, suppressing my excite¬
fingerprint angle holds up.” ment. “Can you tell me what time he went
Battersly lifted his beer. I raised my out ? What time he returned ?”
rye. Our eyes met. We spoke no word. “He left a little after nine. He came in
Yet I knew that each of us in his heart quite late. I was in bed at the time. It
was drinking to the downfall of Inspector must have been well after midnight.”
Allhoff. I exchanged a glance with Battersly.
said, a touch of grimness in his tone: “We Fingerprint division. Tomorrow morning,
need a motive, don’t we, Sergeant? Per¬ unless I’m badly mistaken, we’ll have All-
haps, we can find it here.” hoff’s back against the wall.”
I stowed the cigarette holder away care¬
fully in my pocket. A sudden hunch struck A T NINE thirty the following morning,
me. the telephone on my desk jangled. It
“Look in the G file,” I said. “See if was Fingerprints.
there’s any correspondence there.” “Simmonds,” said Dutch Slagle, “the
“G?” marks on the cigarette holder you left here
"For Green. George Green.” check with those hotel faucets. Homicide
Battersly went through the files like a wants to know what the hell Allhoff’s got.
pirate digging for buried treasure. He ex¬ They’re scared to ask him.”
tracted a sheaf of letters. He held them I said in an unnecessarily loud voice:
with trembling fingers as he ran his eyes “Allhoff’s got nothing. Battersly and I
across the page. Then he uttered an oath have it. We’ll present the whole case
that was more a prayer of thanksgiving wrapped up and tied with a neat pink rib¬
than blasphemy. bon to the D. A. before lunch.”
“Sergeant.” he said excitedly. “It’s here. I hung up. I looked around to see
He’s been fighting with this guy Green Battersly grinning at me, and Allhoff glar¬
about who should have control of that gold ing over the chipped rim of his coffee cup.
mine. Here, read some of this.” “Did I understand you to say that you
I pored over the correspondence. I were solving a murder case ?”
gathered from the earlier letters that Green “Battersly and I. The Green case.”
and Winters had never met—that Green He looked at me as if I had announced
had an out-of-town investor’s suspicion of I had just squared the circle. iThen he
Winters, a baron of Wall Street. As the threw back his head and laughed. The
dates on the letters grew more recent, the laugh nettled me.
context grew more acrimonious. “Go ahead,” I said.. “Have a jolly time.
Green accused Winters of attempting to Your ego won’t take it so well when we
get control of Edwards’ mine, whereas, he. break the case before you’ve even got
Green, had been promised majority stock around to a theory.”
several months ago for lesser money. Green “A theory.” he said. “I have a theory.
pointed out that since he had grubstaked It’s a cast-iron theory. But there’s a miss¬
the prospector, Edwards, though with no ing piece. There’s one angle I simply can’t
written contract, he was entitled to control. figure.”
Winters had replied to him angrily. I gave him my smuggest expression.
Green retaliated by hinting there was a “We have all the angles figured,” I told
scandal somewhere in Winters’ life, and him. “We’re ready to turn the Green killer
threatening to expose him when they met in now.”
in New York. “Green?” he said. “What about this
Then in a letter written less than two guy Edwards?”
weeks ago, Winters angrily denied the “What about him? That’s for Missing
scandal charge and threatened to thrash Persons. Battersly and I’ve been working
Green if he tried any blackmail. There was on a murder case.”
more in the same key. He regarded me strangely. He ran his
I stuffed the letters in my pocket. fingers through his hair. “You have the
“We’re in,” I announced gleefully. “We confidence of a man who knows nothing.”
have our motive. Winters meets Green “On the contrary, I have the confidence
when he gets to town. They quarrel. Win¬ of a man who knows everything.”
ters kills him. If the prints on this ciga¬ He filled his coffee cup. Oddly enough
rette holder check with the ones Homicide he remained calm. The explosion I had
already has, we’ve a case as cold as any anticipated wasn’t forthcoming. He emp¬
Allhoff ever solved himself. Come on.” tied the cup and said: “What do you pro¬
“Aren’t we going to wait for Winters ?” pose doing about it ?”
“Why? We have everything we need. “With your permission, Battersly and
We’re going down to headquarters now. I will go out. We will bring Winters, his
The Corpse That Wasn’t There 21
wife and Dawson down here. Then I’ll "Our solving a murder case,” I said.
solve your murder for you.” “Battersly is in on this.”
He lit a cigarette and looked at me for Battersly flashed me a glance of grati¬
a long time. tude and I felt, for a moment, like Sam
"Go ahead,” he said. “I haven’t been Rover of the Eagle Patrol who has just
amazed in years. Perhaps it’s a pleasant done his good deed for the day.
sensation. But if you two guys, with your “You mean,” asked Winters, “that
limited minds can solve a case I can’t fig¬ you’ve discovered who killed Green ? That
ure, I’ll stop being a copper and go in for you’ve found Edwards?”
crossword puzzles in the tabloids. All I met his eyes squarely. “I know who
right, go ahead. Send out your invita¬ killed Green,” I said evenly. “I don’t
tions.” know anything about Edwards.”
Battersly and I marched from the room Allhoff clucked with phoney sympathy.
as if each of us carried a royal flush in his “An oversight, undoubtedly,” he purred.
hip pocket. “After cleaning up a murder case, Sim¬
monds can handle a missing person in
CHAPTER THREE stride. He’ll probably take ten minutes off
this afternoon and dig up Edwards for
A Rude Awakening you.”
bathroom faucets, I have checked. Homi¬ “Janet! Are you mad? That was the
cide couldn’t find out to whom those fin¬ night we played backgammon together.
gerprints belonged. Battersly and I did.” We went to bed a little after midnight."
Dawson. Dawson had sat silent through¬ For an instant I stood stunned. God
out the entire proceedings. He smiled sad¬ knew Allhoff’s conduct was unpredictable
ly and shook his head as if commiserating enough. But this was utterly unheard of.
with Winters. I took a step across the room as Janet
Allhoff spoke commandingly. “Dawson, Winters’ voice rang out.
come here!” “You dirty sadistic little beast! I’ll re¬
Dawson raised first his eyebrows, then port you for this. I—”
his gaunt body. He walked across the “Allhoff,” I said, seizing his arm. “For
room and stood at Allhoff’s side. God's sake!”
“Bend down,” said Allhoff. Dawson backed away. He dabbed at his
Dawson stooped over until his face was face with a handkerchief. He wiped off
within six inches of Allhoff’s. Allhoff’s some of the blood but none of the aston¬
voice, suddenly savage and crescendo, ishment and rage.
filled the room. “Are you crazy?” he demanded thickly.
“I don’t like you,” he screamed. “You “By God, if it weren’t for the fact—”
and your- damned smug smile. Are you “Sure,” said Allhoff with amazing calm.
pitying me because I’m a cripple? Do you “If I had my legs you’d beat me up. Isn’t
consider me an inferior object because I that it?”
have no legs ? I can’t stand your damned "My God,” said Winters querulously,
attitude any longer. I won’t. I won’t!” “is everyone insane?”
I didn’t answer. I was still regarding
TP7ITH0UT warning he lifted both his Allhoff. There was a bland smugness about
»» hands. His left curled around the him I didn’t quite like. The only explana¬
back of Dawson’s neck. His right clenched tion for his outburst that I could evolve
into a fist and smashed twice into Dawson’s was the fact that he was so enraged at his
face. Blood and two teeth fell down upon own case being broken under his nose that
the floor. he had gone suddenly amuck.
“Well,” I said again. “Book Winters, he unleashed a sigh that came from the
Battersly. I’ll—” very bottom of his being.
Allhoff ladled sugar into his coffee with “No,” he said, “I won’t do it. There’s
a prodigal hand. “Just one more minute.” a lot of copper in me after all. A sort of a
he said with strange quietness. “I dis¬ compulsion to make a criminal pay for his
covered this morning, Simmonds, that you crime no matter how satisfactory it would
were in Green’s hotel room when Homi¬ be the other way.”
cide arrived.” “Allhoff,” I said, “you’re talking Choc¬
“Right.” I gave him the details. taw.”
“So you went to work independently on “I’ll put it into English. I’ll tell you who
this case, eh?” killed Green. I’ll tell you what became of
“I had Battersly’s help.” Edwards from Cripple Creek. I have
“You figured that if you two solved it solved the case, Sergeant. Without, I may
you could gloat over me. Is that it?” add, Battersly’s help.”
“It is not. I like you so little I don’t I shook my head. “I know what you’re
even want to gloat. I want a transfer. So doing. You’re putting up a desperate fight
does Battersly. Perhaps, with this murder to save your face. You can’t go behind my
case wrapped up and in the bag the com¬ case. You can’t go behind my evidence.
missioner might see it our way.” It’s sure-fire.”
“A transfer,” said Allhoff slowly. “A “I can go so far behind it,” he said vici¬
transfer. And you were the first copper at ously, “that you’ll find yourself facing
the scene of the crime. And you solved charges, Sergeant. That odd cloud you
it. Always, of course, with Battersly’s may notice hovering over your head is the
aid.” He was silent for a moment. Then an endangering of your pension rights.”
expression of demoniac glee distorted his
features. He lifted his fist and brought it
smashing down on the desk top. He opened
I FELT a slight quiver at the pit of my
stomach. Allhoff was rarely wrong.
his mouth and peals of gargantuan laughter And I had withheld vital evidence. But
resounded through the room. “Click!” he how, I asked myself, could he possibly
roared. “Click! That’s the missing piece.” know that? How could he conceivably
Bewildered I shook my head and looked crack the case I’d built up against Win¬
around the room. Janet Winters regarded ters?
Allhoff as if he were something that had He filled his coffee cup. He emptied it.
just crawled out of a swamp. Dawson He took a deep breath. He said: “To
holding his handkerchief to his face blinked quote yourself, Sergeant, let’s begin at the
dazedly. Winters held his hand to his beginning.”
temple as if he were desperately trying to “You mean the night Green was mur¬
understand what was going on. Battersly dered?”
asked me for his cue with his eyes. “I mean the moment Edwards stepped
“Allhoff,” I said politely, “have you off the train from Colorado.” '
gone mad?” “But he didn’t,” said Dawson.
His laughter ceased abruptly. “Wait a “The hell he didn’t,” said Allhoff. “He
minute,” he said and there was an unholy arrived on schedule.”
glint in his eyes. “I am fighting an internal “Then where is he?” asked Winters
battle.” excitedly. “Perhaps he can throw some
“Go ahead and fight it,” I said. “In the light on all this. Where is he?”
meantime, Battersly, take Winters—” “In Woodlawn Cemetery,” said Allhoff,
“No!” roared Allhoff. “No one is to “lying in a coffin with a ton of earth over
leave this room until I say so. I’ve got to him.”
make a decision.” I gaped at him. How he’d found this
There was something so completely out, I had no idea. “You mean,” I asked,
dominant in his tone that no one moved. “that it was a double murder? Green and
He sat, hunched over his desk, the center Edwards?”
of a great silence. His brow was cor¬ “No, Dick Tracy. I don’t mean any
rugated and his stubby forefinger beat a such thing. Since you were at the hotel
thoughtful tattoo on the desk top. Finally before I got any information, I guess you
The Corpse That Wasn’t There 25
had the same clues to work on that I did. stead. In effect, it’s still the same case.”
More, as a matter of fact. But, with your “In effect,” said Allhoff, “you’re a blun¬
customary stupidity, you blew them.” dering slow-witted lout whose screwing
“What clues?” I was frankly nervous around has almost sent an innocent man
now. “How did I blow them?” to the chair, made a fortune for a murder¬
“You found a corpse registered as er and dragged yourself and Battersly in¬
George Green from North Carolina, didn’t to the stinkingest departmental trial that
you?” ever gave off an odor.”
I nodded. I didn’t know precisely what he was
"You probably found out that he or¬ driving at. But somehow I wished I was
dered soft boiled six-minute eggs for a long way from here. There was a certain
breakfast. Moreover, it’s quite likely that gloating assurance about him. I remem¬
a bellboy told you Green tossed him a dol¬ bered his reputation for being right, my
lar tip.” own for being wrong. I bit my lip. I
This was all true enough and I said so. said: “Will you explain all this?”
Allhoff refilled his coffee cup. He sighed “Willingly and loudly. Since Sherlock
as if exasperated with the utter stupidity Simmonds and Doctor Watson Battersly
of the world. have stepped down, Inspector Allhoff will
“Well,” he said, “Green wasn’t Green. take over. Hold on to your hats every¬
He was Edwards.” body, here we go!”
Winters gasped. Battersly glanced at
me but I did not meet his eye. The hollow CHAPTER FOUR
sensation at the pit of my stomach spread
to the lower intestines. Prof. AUhoff’s Murder Gass
“How could Green be Edwards?” said
Dawson through his bleeding mouth.
“That’s ridiculous.”
T HERE was a breezy confidence about
him that I didn’t like at all. He tilted
“No more ridiculous than a six-minute his coffee cup, spilling the last three drops
soft boiled egg,” snapped Allhoff. upon his chin. He leaned back in his
“Look,” I said, “would you kindly take chair and began to talk with all the apodic-
a moment to tell what in the name of God tic authority of an isolationist senator.
eggs have to do with it?” “This guy, Edwards, apparently finds a
“Sure,” said Allhoff. “Edwards came gold mine. He is, as Dawson has told us,
from Cripple Creek. That’s about ten as Cripple Creek has wired us, a bit of a
thousand feet high. The boiling point of nut. He’d been gypped out of mines before
water is much lower than it is at sea level. this and now he’s panicky about city
It would take six minutes to cook a soft slickers. He doesn’t even file his claim.
boiled egg in Cripple Creek.” He comes to New York to sell part of it
I blinked and digested this information. for a lot of cash. Dawson, who knows him,
Allhoff grinned at me happily. is supposed to meet him at the station.”
“Then there’s the dollar,” he said. “No “And,” I murmured, taking heart, “to¬
one apparently thought to ask that bellboy day is Tuesday. We know all these facts.”
how a flimsy dollar bill could be tossed at “Thus far you do,” said Allhoff. “Now
him. Yet Homicide assures me ‘tossed’ I’ll give you some more facts. Facts which
was the word he used. Obviously it was a completely escaped you. Edwards does
silver dollar. There are more silver dol¬ arrive on that train. Dawson does meet
lars in use around Denver than anywhere him. Dawson takes him to the Lafayette
else. I immediately arrived at the con¬ Hotel. But before doing so he pours a lot
clusion that Edwards was Green.” of slime in the old guy’s ear. He plays on
I thought it over and took heart. I the old man’s delusion of persecution. He
nodded reassuringly in Battersly’s direc¬ tells him that big operators from Wall
tion. Street are out to steal his mine. That ex¬
“That doesn’t touch our case,” I said. treme caution is called for.”
“Edwards or Green. He was murdered, Dawson took the crimson handkerchief
wasn’t he? So my cast-iron evidence from his lips. He said: “This is ridicu¬
makes Winters the killer of Edwards in¬ lous.”
26 Dime Detective Magazine
Allhoff ignored him. He continued. “I still don’t get it,” I said. “What’s
“To this end Dawson persuades Ed¬ the murderer’s motive?”
wards to mask his identity. This, says Allhoff cocked an eyebrow in Dawson’s
Dawson, will fool the crooks who are after direction. “Do you care to tell him, Daw¬
the mine’s location. Dawson, his old pal, son, or shall I?”
has it all fixed. Edwards is to assume the Dawson took the handkerchief away
person of one George Green, Dawson’s from his mouth. He said again, “Ridicu¬
cousin from Carolina. Edwards, who ap¬ lous.” I noted, with a sinking heart, that
parently trusts Dawson, agrees. Dawson he didn’t say it with a great deal of con¬
loads Edwards with papers and stuff viction.
which will identify him as Green and takes “Edwards is dead,” said Allhoff. “Only
away everything which might identify Dawson now knows the location of the
him as Edwards. Then he registers him mine. Moreover, Dawson has the dough
as Green at the Lafayette Hotel and tells that Winters put up. He’s already claimed
Winters that Edwards never arrived.” he’d forwarded it to Edwards in Cripple
I considered this. It sounded all right, Creek. He also has something else.”
but for the life of me, I didn’t see that it Winters glared at Dawson. Then he
interfered with my case against Winters. turned his head and regarded his wife
“What about the fingerprints?” I said. with an odd mixture of fear and wrath.
“What about Winters’ prints on the bath¬ “What else has he?” he asked and he
room faucets?” was obviously fearful of the answer.
“Ah,” said Allhoff, “you mean those “Mrs. Winters,” said Allhoff.
very odd faucets? The one marked hot
on the cold water tap and vice versa?” T HERE was a hush in the room broken
only by the swift intake of Janet Win¬
“What’s so significant about that? It
often happens.” ters’ breath.
“Not in first-class hotels,” said Allhoff. “It had to be,” said Allhoff. “If a man
He leaned across the desk and fixed Win¬ is using his wife to front for him on a
ters with his index finger. “Now, Win¬ phoney alibi, he certainly has it fixed with
ters, it is true, isn’t it, that recently your her first. Winters told us at once that he
wife decided to change your bathroom spent the night of the murder at home with
fixtures? She brought home samples for his wife. His wife denied it. Then when
you to examine?” I checked on those faucets it was clear her
Winters blinked. “My God,” he said, hand was in it, too. Why?”
glancing at his wife. “Yes, yes, Inspec¬ “Why?” I echoed weakly.
tor. That’s true. I—” “Because she’s been having an affair
Allhoff’s upheld hand silenced him. with Dawson. Because if Winters burps
“The fact of those faucets being reversed for murder she and her lover get the
started me thinking that perhaps the fin¬ money. This figured obviously. A few
gerprints had been planted on them before moments ago I proved it.”
they were taken into the hotel. That’s “How could you prove such a charge as
exactly what happened. Our killer in his that?” snapped Janet Winters.
haste accidentally reverses them when he Allhoff grinned satanically. “With
screws them into the water pipe.” Dawson’s teeth. You sat quiet and still
“You mean,” I asked, “someone was while your husband was being railroaded
trying to frame Winters?” to the electric chair. You made not the
“With your help,” said Allhoff, “yes. slightest protest. Yet when I smacked
We have these bitter letters about the Dawson, you unleashed a howl. Obvious,
mine between Green and Winters. That wasn’t it?”
makes a motive. The theory is that Win¬ Janet Winters bit her lip. I focused my
ters called on Green to straighten things eyes on the far wall and called every brain
out, they had a fight and in a rage Win¬ cell into action. If Allhoff was right and
ters killed him. The fingerprints in the I was wrong, I was going to find myself
bathroom prove it. Hell, you figured that in more trouble than a rugged individual¬
all out yourself, Simmonds. That was ist at Camp Dix.
exactly what the killer wanted you to do.” “Wait a minute,” I said. “What about
The Corpse That Wasn’t There 27
this Green? Where is he? And why There was something cold and unpleasant
should Dawson have gone through that at the pit of my stomach. Allhoff drained
business of switching Edwards’ identity? his cup again and looked at me like the
Couldn’t he have framed Winters for kill¬ devil about to light a particularly hot fire
ing Edwards with the same result? Why in Hades.
all this business of substituting the iden¬ “The Sergeant wanted a transfer, didn’t
tity of the two men?” you, Sergeant?” he said mockingly. “The
“A fair question,” said Allhoff. “Green point Winters just made had me troubled
exists only in Dawson’s mind and on the for a while. If the killer left Winters’
police blotter. That switch was done for prints, it was obvious he must also leave
reasons of motive. Dawson couldn’t pos¬ some clues which would lead Homicide to
sibly cook up a motive for Winters’ mur¬ Winters. I’m quite sure he did. What
dering Edwards. Edwards demanded a did you do with them, Sergeant?”
certain price for an interest in his mine.
Winters was prepared to pay it. Edwards,
who I gather was rather illiterate, would
I SAT down, feeling as if there were
water instead of blood in my knees. I
not engage in any angry correspondence. saw Allhoff’s unholy grin through a haze.
No, Dawson needed this Green whom he He had me cold and completely. If I got
invented. Green, a supposed business man, out of this with less than a fine of two
ostensibly gets into this bitter financial months’ pay, I’d consider myself lucky.
controversy with Winters. Dawson, of I took a deep breath. I murmured a
course, is actually writing these Green silent prayer to the patron saint of dumb
letters, having them forwarded by some police sergeants. I took the pipe from my
stooge of his in Carolina. mouth vvith a trembling hand and told him
"I’ve been in touch by phone with the everything. As I spoke I was aware of
coppers in that Carolina town Green was Battersly’s eyes upon me. He looked
supposed to come from. They found out rather like a little boy who has discovered
from the post office that letters addressed that his father has lied to him.
to Green were being picked up from a Allhoff heard my recital, his face
certain box. They got the guy who was twisted up, and gleaming mockery in his
picking them. They found the original eyes.
of Winters’ letters in his possession. He “So,” he said as I finished, “you with¬
talked at the drop of a rubber hose.” held evidence, eh, Sergeant? And Bat¬
Winters sighed heavily. tersly was in this, too.”
"What I fail to understand,” he said, "No,” I said. "He really wasn’t. He—”
“is if those fingerprints of mine were “You said he was,” said Allhoff merci¬
planted in the hotel, how did Dawson fig¬ lessly. "You said it three times before
ure they’d be traced to me ? After all, the witnesses. Of course, the matter will be
police can’t go around checking prints reported. It’ll probably cost you both a
with every person in New York City.” degree of seniority and a month’s pay.”
I exchanged a glance with Battersly. I did not meet Battersly’s eye. Yester-
day I had lifted him up beautifully. Today, Battersly moved dully toward the door.
I had dropped him with a thud. All the hope he had glowed with yester¬
“You see,” Allhoff went on, “Dawson day was gone. He moved like a beaten
figures it simply. As a relative, he identi¬ man. I felt like a louse. Allhoff drank
fies Green. The body is buried and no coffee noisily like Goering toasting the
questions asked.” fall of Paris.
Across the room, Dawson cleared his
throat. “Inspector,” he said, “you’re a T HE three of us sat alone in the office.
master of conjecture. You’ll need more Allhoff chuckled without turning
than conjecture in a jury room.” around.
“I have a witness,” said Allhoff. “Why don’t you boys get in touch with
“Haven’t I, Mrs. Winters?” Eddie Hoover?” he said mockingly. “I
For the first time since I had known understand he needs men badly.”
her, Janet Winters revealed a measure of I didn’t answer him directly. I men¬
uncertainty. She glanced quickly toward tioned something that had been on my
Dawson, then back at Allhoff. mind for the past few minutes.
“You see,” said Allhoff, “when I fig¬ “About that hardware store—” I said.
ured this plumbing business, I had a “Isn’t it odd that each dealer should carry
couple of boys from the detective bureau— identifying marks on every piece of mate¬
not my own assistants here, of course; rial?”
they were too busy working out the case “Odd?” said Allhoff. “It’s impossible.
for themselves—canvass the hardware But what woman would ever know that?”
shops in your neighborhood. It was simple I shook my head. Whenever he tried a
since the faucets you bought had to be the bluff it seemed to work. When I tried
same type as those used in the Hotel La¬ one, I invariably fell on my face.
fayette. I discovered the store where you “There’s one more thing,” I said. “Do
purchased those faucets, Mrs. Winters. you recall before you began your explana¬
I discovered further that the hardware tion you announced you were conducting
dealer has an identifying mark on all his an internal struggle? After that you said
merchandise. That’s enough, with the that there was a lot of copper in you after
rest of the evidence to make a very tight all. What was it all about?”
case against you, Mrs. Winters. If you Allhoff spun around in his chair. He
can explain it all without involving Daw¬ balanced his coffee cup delicately on the
son, you’re most ingenious. If you can’t, stub of his right thigh.
you’d better involve him now. Being a “Oh, that,” he said. “I was wondering
woman and a witness for the state, you’ll if I ought to teach you guys a lesson. I
probably save your life.” was considering letting you get away with
Dawson leaned forward on the couch. your case. Letting Winters burn. Then
Janet Winters avoided her husband’s I would produce my own evidence. You
eye and looked squarely at Allhoff. certainly would’ve looked like a couple of
“I’ve always been a realist,” she said first-rate idiots then.”
evenly. “So I see your point, Inspector. “You actually considered that?”
I do involve Dawson. And right now.” He grinned. “Why not? I think it
Dawson said, “Janet!” But she didn’t would have been damned funny.”
look at him. She regarded Allhoff with “Allhoff, ” I said very seriously. “Why
her deep black eyes and it seemed to me don’t you see a psychiatrist? Consider,
there was some hatred in them—some for God’s sake, your mental health. You
hatred and a great deal of respect. “May¬ don’t think it’s normal, do you?”
be,” she said, “I should have married a His eyes lit up. His twisted smile spread
man like you.” over his face. “How’s my mental health?”
“In my day—” said Allhoff, so softly, he said, and there was a hysterical note in
so reminiscently, that for an instant I was his voice. “Oh, I can’t kick, Simmonds.”
shocked. Then he broke off abruptly. He His voice rose like a siren Mown by a
snapped: “Battersly, get me a copper. maniac. His fist beat furiously on the
Take Mrs. Winters and Dawson out of desk top. “I can’t kick, damn you! I
here. Book them across the street.” can’t kick l”
COME UP AND
KILL ME
SOME TIME
A Dodd Novelette
By
Norbert Davis
Author of "Watch Me Kill You!” etc.
CHAPTER ONE
D
Sadie Gets Socked
Ludwig dropped
clumsily on his
knees beside
29
30 Dime Detective Magazine
ward his office, bent nearly double, winc¬ “This is Dodd, Henessey. Is Meekins
ing at each step. He was a tall man with there?”
wide shoulders and a long homely face. “Naw, Dodd. He went out to get a
He wore horn-rimmed glasses patched on beer. Say, what about that drawing?”
the bridge with a piece of white adhesive “Drawing?” Dodd repeated.
tape. “Sure. On the lottery.”
Reaching his office door, he fumbled “Lottery?” Dodd said vaguely.
back-handed for his keys, moaning in a “You know. That there Luxembourg
minor tone to himself. He got the door lottery. I got three tickets. When they
unlocked finally, went headlong through gonna have the drawing?”
the anteroom and plopped himself down Dodd’s bloodshot eyes narrowed behind
in the chair behind his desk. his glasses. “Any day now,” he answered.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh, oh, oh.” “See you later.”
His head felt as big and unwieldy as a He depressed the breaker bar on the
barrage balloon, and the mere thought of phone, let it up and dialed another num¬
the taste in his mouth made him shudder. ber. He waited quite awhile, and then a
It was all the fault of a character by the voice answered shortly: “Well, what?”
name of Henry Rally. Rally was a book¬ “This is Dodd. Is Meekins there?”
maker, and the night before he had cele¬ “Yeah, he’s here. Hold it.”
brated his twenty-fifth arrest and acquit¬
tal on that charge. Dodd, being Rally’s 1~\ODD waited again, and after a mo-
bondsman, had been included in the party ment Meekins said: “Hello, boss.
that followed. How you feel?”
Rally’s tastes ran to brandy with beer “Lovely. Listen, you rat. Did you sell
for a chaser and blondes with big breasts. Henessey some of those Luxembourg lot¬
Dodd moaned at the memory and put his tery tickets you bummed off Pottsey
head down on the desk and abandoned Hanks the last time we bailed him out?”
himself to despair and suffering. “Well, not exactly. You see, I owed
The telephone on the desk rang shrilly. him some dough, and I give him three
It felt exactly as though someone had tickets, and he canceled—”
slugged him on the ear with a sledge ham¬ “You brainless louse!”
mer. He yelped in agony and fumbled “Well, what’s the matter with that?”
hastily to get the phone off its cradle be¬ Meekins demanded in an aggrieved tone.
fore it could ring again. “Them tickets is genuine, and Heitessey’s
“Dodd,” he said feebly. “Bail bonds.” got as good a chance to pull the grand
“Hart speaking. Take this down.” prize—”
Dodd found a pencil. “Right, Lieu¬ “Do you know where Luxembourg is?”
tenant.” “It’s in Africa, ain’t it?”
“Grass Shack on Dorado. Two for “No!” Dodd said explosively. “It was
ten nineteen and one for ten twenty. between France and Germany.”
Judge Mizner in Department 12. Vice “Oh!” said Meekins. “I see what . . .
squad from Central. Rolling now.” Say! You don’t think that guy Hitler
Dodd scribbled busily. “Thanks, Lieu¬ grabbed off the grand prize for himself,
tenant.” He put the telephone back on do you? Why hell, that’s illegal! He
its cradle and touched his throbbing tem¬ can’t do that!”
ples gingerly with his finger tips. “Write him a letter,” Dodd advised.
“Brandy,” he muttered to himself. “But in the meantime, you give Hen¬
“Beer for a chaser. Ugh!” essey his money. You know damned well
He picked up the telephone again and we can’t afford to get him griped at us.
dialed a number. After a moment a po¬ And there’s something else for you to do.
lite voice said into his ear: “Police depart¬ Do you know anything about a place
ment.” called the Grass Shack?”
“Sergeant Henessey,” Dodd requested. “Sure. That’s the name of Sadie Wade’s
“Booking desk.” new kootch show down on Dorado Road
The line clicked, and another voice at the beach.”
said: “Sergeant Henessey speaking.” “I thought that was it. The vice squad
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 31
is going to pull the joint, and I want “Right here. Tell him again. And
you—” make it plain this time. I want bail, and
“Oh, no,” Meekins interrupted. I want it right now!”
“What?” Dodd said. Meekins’ voice said: “Listen here,
“They ain’t gonna pull Sadie.” boss—”
“And why not?” “You scum! Didn’t I tell you to bail
“Because it ain’t her turn yet.” Sadie out?”
“What do you mean, stupid?” “Sure you did. But listen—”
"She ain’t supposed to be knocked over “I don’t want to listen! Put—up—
any more than once a season, and they that—bail!”
got her once already.” There was a crash and a crackling
“Never mind that. Lieutenant Hart sound from the other end of the line.
just called and said the vice squad was on Meekins protested incoherently: “Here!
its way out there now.” You can’t— Quit shovin’!”
“Sadie’s gonna be mad,” Meekins Sadie Wade’s harsh voice snapped in
warned. Dodd’s ear. “Did you tell him?”
“I don’t care whether she’s mad or “Yes,” said Dodd. “And when I get
not. You get over to Judge Mizner’s hold of him I’ll do more than tell him.
court and bail her out when they bring I’m sorry, Sadie. He’s a dope, and I
her in. She and her barker will be booked guess he probably didn’t understand. I’m
on violation of Section 1019. One dancer always ready to give you service any time
will be booked on violation of Section of the day or night—”
1020. You know what the bail will be, so “All right, Dodd. I’m in a hurry now.
get the papers fixed up and give her some See you later.”
snappy service.”
“All right. Say listen, boss. The last
time I had a hangover a guy told me—”
D ODD hung up and sighed in a sad,
dreary way. He put his elbows on
“Shut up!” his desk and braced his head in the palms
Dodd slammed the phone back in its of his hands. In a few moments he dozed
cradle. He put his head down on his desk off again.
again, and the smooth varnished wood The sun, slanting through the half-
felt luxuriously cool and soothing against closed shutters on the window, woke him.
his cheek. After a while he began to He straightened up cautiously. His head
snore in muted little flutters. felt better, and he grinned with relief. He
The telephone went off and slammed went to the cooler and took a leisurely
him in the ear. Dodd jumped a foot in drink of water.
the air and came down so hard he cracked He was filling the glass for the second
his neck. He sputtered profanity, grab¬ time when the telephone buzzed com-
bing for the instrument with both hands. mandingly. Dodd picked it up and said
“Hello! Dodd speaking.” cheerfully: “William Dodd speaking.”
“This is Sadie Wade, Dodd. Have you It was Meekins. “How do you feel
got a sawed-off little monkey with a bald now?” he asked.
knob working for you?” “All right. Say listen, I want to tell
“Sure,” Dodd said. “That’s Meekins. you—”
He’s my runner.” “Wait a minute,” Meekins interrupt¬
“Did you tell him to bail me out?” ed. “Go in the front room and look un¬
“Certainly. I hope everything—” der the leather lounge chair in the north¬
“Well, why don’t he do it? You think east corner. The one I usually sit in.”
I’ve got nothing to do with my time but Dodd put the telephone down and
sit around in this damned rat-trap of a obeyed. He felt around awkwardly un¬
jail?” der the low chair and finally brought his
“What?” said Dodd. “What’s this? hand out holding a flat pint bottle half-full
Didn’t Meekins bail you out?” of bourbon. Carrying it, he went back to
“He did not. He won’t do it.” the telephone.
“Well, why not? I told him to. Where “What’s the idea of this?”
is he?” “It’s for you,” Meekins told him.
32 Dime Detective Magazine
“You’re gonna need that pretty quick.” us, and I been walkin’ around a step-and-
Dodd felt a queer chill of apprehen¬ a-half behind her. She’s steamin’ mad,
sion. He sat down carefully behind his just like I said. I tailed her down to her
desk. joint, and I’m across the street in a dog
“What, Meekins?” stand now. She’s got the itch. I think
“You’re in soak for fifty thousand she’s gonna blow on us, boss.”
smackers.” “My God!” Dodd exclaimed. “If she
“Fifty thousand ...” Dodd said numb¬ does, and I can’t cover that bail ...”
ly. “What? What?” “Maybe you’ll like it in jail,” Meekins
“Yeah.” said comfortingly.
“But I haven’t got fifty thousand!” “Stay right there!” Dodd ordered.
“You’re telling me?” Meekins asked. “Wait for me! Don’t let her get away
“But that was the amount of Sadie Wade’s from that joint of hers!”
bail, and you’re signed up for it.” He jumped up and started for the door.
Dodd’s face was gray. “Why—why— Halfway there he stopped short, turned
That can’t be!” around and went back for the whiskey.
“Yes, if can.” He slammed out of the office, fumbling
Dodd swallowed hard. “What—hap¬ with the metal cap on the bottle.
pened ?”
“Sadie had a comedian named Tracy CHAPTER TWO
workin’ for her. A little guy that wore
big pants and big shoes and a clown make¬ Socked by Sadie
up and went around slappin’ the gals on
the fanny between shakes. You know, T HE bay was a great flat blue semi¬
anything for a laugh.” circle that cut into the smooth green
“Go on,” Dodd said tensely. of the hills beyond the beach. There was
“So when the boys rumbled the joint, some wind, and the waves wore ruffled
this Tracy pulls a gun and cracks one of white collars of foam as they traveled up
the detectives—Jake Holden—with a slug to roll themselves over in ponderous play¬
in the chest and scrams out the back fulness on the sand.
way.” Automobiles shuttled back and forth in
“Oh, oh!” Dodd said in a sick voice. squawking lines on the speedway that was
“Jake ain’t dead—yet. But the boys divided in the middle by a green park¬
are really mad. They were holding Sadie way. Dodd wormed his battered coupe
as a material witness and for aiding and through the traffic lanes and parked it
abetting. That’s the why of the heavy slantwise at the curb.
bail. We didn’t do ourselves any good It was late Saturday afternoon now,
with the cops by puttin’ it up.” and Dorado Road was winding up for its
Dodd exploded. “Why, you—you— weekly hoopla. A ferris wheel, already
What’d you do it for?” lighted, traveled its endless futile way up
“Ha!” said Meekins. “I tried to tell and down again, and loudspeakers blared
you, but you were too busy with your their hoarse invitations everywhere. The
hangover and your snappy service. I sidewalks were thronged with people with
couldn’t argue while Sadie was pushin’ pink sunburned faces and peeling noses,
me around. You told me to do k, and she and a car went by on the high lattice-
knew you did. What was I supposed to work of the roller coaster with a sudden
answer to that?” smack-bang and thin trailing whoops
“O.K.,” Dodd said slowly. “It’s in my from its riders.
lap. I’m sorry I popped off to you.” Dodd ignored it all. He elbowed his
“That's all right, boss. I know how you way along, hat crushed down on his head,
felt. But you bought yourself a baby. The spectacles balanced precariously on the
cops are griped, and you’ve signed up for end of his nose.
more bail than you can cover, and Sadie’s He found the Grass Shack without any
actin’ funny.” trouble. It was a flat-roofed dingy build¬
“What?” Dodd barked. “Funny how?” ing with colored life-size photographs of
“She’s worth fifty thousand dollars to its entertainers plastered all over the front
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 33
of it. The red curtains across the door¬ “Where’s Sadie?” Dodd demanded
way were dosed now, and the spangled again. “Is she still over in her place?”
ticket box was empty. The place looked “No,” said Meekins sourly.
battered and rundown and sorry for it¬ “Well, where is she? What hap¬
self. pened?”
Dodd made a right turn and headed Meekins removed the hamburg and
across the street toward a glistening white showed the foundation for a beautiful
stand with an enormous red sign over it black eye. The lid had already swollen
that said: COME IN AND COOL shut.
YOUR DOGS WHILE YOU EAT “That happened,” Meekins said, put¬
OURS—ONE FOOT OF SUCCU¬ ting the hamburg back carefully. “Right
LENT SAUSAGE FOR ONE DIME. after I phoned you, she came tearing out
Dodd dodged around a vendor who was of her joint like the place was on fire. I
selling candy that looked like pink puff¬ was sitting here, so I hopped out and
balls and ducked through the door of the trailed along—but not far.”
stand. “Why not?”
Aside from the white-uniformed coun¬ "She turned into that alley down the
terman, Meekins had the place all to him¬ road, and I put on a big spurt and turned
self. He was a nondescript little man in right after her. She was waitin’ for
with a tired, disillusioned air. He was me. She didn’t even say hello. She just
sensitive about his baldness, and he never handed me this mouse.”
took his hat off unless the rules required “She hit you?” Dodd asked.
it. He was sitting at the end of the long “And how! She tagged me with an
counter holding a raw pat of hamburg overhand right and knocked me end-over¬
over his right eye. He turned and stared end. When I picked myself up she was
glumly at Dodd with the other. gone, so I came back here. I don’t feel so
“Where’s Sadie?” Dodd demanded. good.” Meekins sighed and then added
“Where’s my whiskey?” Meekins coun¬ casually: “She had a bag with her.”
tered. "A what?”
Dodd produced the pint bottle. There “A traveling bag. One of them dress¬
was now only about an inch of liquor ing cases.”
left in it. Dodd said: “She’s blowing on us!
“You must feel a lot better,” Meekins Come on!”
said, eyeing it. He removed the cap and “Where?” Meekins groaned.
took care of the remaining whiskey in one “Over to the Grass Shack. We’ll see
big gulp. what we can uncover.”
34 Dime Detective Magazine
Meekins put the hamburg down on the “You drooling rum-pot! Why didn’t
plate in front of him and signaled to the you signal us? You could at least have
counterman. “Put this back in the ice¬ yelled when they put the arm on you. But,
box. Probably I'll need it again pretty no! Not you!”
soon.” “Go ahead,” Smedley invited drearily.
“Hurry up!” Dodd ordered. "I’m to blame.”
fat and they sort of droop when you put "So Sadie says these payoffs are get¬
’em in a rig like that. But Loretta’s solid. ting too damned complicated. Too many
She don’t sag.” people got their hand out, and a person
“I noticed that,” Meekins said dream- can’t make an honest living with a hide
Hy show any more. But the cops wouldn’t
‘ She’s a great artist,” said Smedley. let her call, and she swung on this guy
“But now she’s quit, and the cops are Holden, and he slapped her back, which
mad at us, and Sadie’s gone wacky.” was no more than right, and then this
“What’s the matter with Sadie?” Dodd little bum of an Edgar Tracy popped out
inquired. from behind the fire barrel where he’d
Smedley moved his thin shoulders. “I’d been hidin’ and let fly at Holden and
think she was gonna do the old dutch, bored him through the chest. There was
except that she don’t act to me like a hell to pay around here for awhile.”
person who is gonna do that.” “Edgar Tracy is the comedian?” Dodd
“Kill herself?” Dodd said. “What do asked.
you mean? What did she say?” “That’s what he claimed. He never
“Nothing much,” Smedley explained. made me laugh.”
"Except she was swearing a little bit “Was he Sadie’s boy-friend?” Dodd
more than usual. But she had a mean asked.
look in her eye, and I can’t figure out “He had notions in that direction, but
what she wanted that gun for.” when I showed him this he changed his
Dodd jumped. “Gun?” mind.” Smedley took a razor out of his
“Yeah. The .45 Colt she kept in her coat pocket and snapped the long blade
dresser. It’s a regular elephant gun. Got open and shut again. “I’m a patient man,
a barrel a foot long. So she comes in and everybody picks on me, but there’s
here and swears at me for awhile and puts limits to what I’ll take.”
that gun in her dressing case and sails out “Tracy got away?” Dodd said.
again.” “Yeah. He lammed out the back. The
“Where’d she go?” Dodd demanded little rat.”
tensely. “Who is he? Where’d he come from?”
“I dunno. She said she was goin’ snake “I got my own ideas about that,” Smed¬
huntin’.” ley said darkly. “Guys like him ain’t
Meekins said: “Boss, if she gets in any born. They crawl out from under stones.
more trouble, she’ll sure jump her bail.” I don’t know who he is—aside from his
Dodd chewed his under-lip. “You’re name. He ain’t never worked the carny
telling me. Hell! I certainly did manage circuits or the fairs or the burleycue
to hide myself right behind the eight ball! stands.”
Fifty thousand dollars!” He shook his “What does he look like?”
head sharply. “Listen, Smedley. What “Nothin’ much. Sort of fat and sort of
happened here, anyway?” middle-aged and sort of dopey. You can
“I don’t know much about it,” Smed¬ find guys who look just like him on any
ley said, “on account of the cops had me street corner.”
on a leash out front at the time. They “Where does Sadie live?” Dodd asked.
rolled in just like it was a routine pinch. “At the Langley Apartments on Keener
Sadie was griped because it was out of Street.”
her turn to get it. She’s been payin’ off
regular, and she ain’t supposed to be T HERE was a sudden crash from back-
pinched only once a season when she does stage. Loretta screamed and then
that. So she beefed with them backstage. screamed again. There was another crash,
She wanted to call Captain Boris and and the whole small stage shook.
squawk.” A man ducked out under the curtains
“Captain Boris?” Dodd repeated. and jumped down off the stage into the
Meekins said: “Head of the beach pre¬ aisle. He ran three lumbering steps and
cinct.” then stopped, peering cautiously back over
Dodd nodded. “O.K. Go ahead, Smed¬ his shoulder.
ley.” Loretta batted the curtains aside and
36 Dime Detective Magazine
came to the edge of the stage and pointed with his elbow and said: “Well, we’ll be
her finger at him warningly. She was moving along, Mr. Smedley. We’re sure
dressed in a green street costume now. sorry your show is closed. Me and my
“Scram, you bum!” cousin left our plowing and drove thirty
The man in the aisle wore a wrinkled miles just to see it.”
blue suit and a black derby with a dent “Come again, boys,” Smedley said
in the side. He had a beefy red face and kindly. “Some other time.”
enormously thick, heavy shoulders. He
spoke protestingly to Loretta in a high, CHAPTER THREE
whining voice: “Now, honey-bee. Don’t
get mad like that ...” Boris Burns Up
Loretta kicked Smedley hard. "And
there’s one thing more I’m through with T HE Langley Apartments were housed
in a thin, anemic-looking building cov¬
around here! I’m through brushing off
cow-footed fly-cops!” ered in an off-shade of pink stucco that
Smedley winced. "Go ahead. He’s my hadn’t weathered the salt-sea air very
fault, too, I suppose.” successfully. Weeds grew high and rank
“Now, honey-bee,” said the beefy man. in front of it, lapping over the curb into
“Shut up!” Loretta screeched. which Dodd cramped the wheels of the
"Scram!” old coupe.
She ducked back through the curtains. Here, up on the hillside, the wind had
The beefy man cleared his throat with a a sharper, colder tang. To the west the
belligerent cough and peered suspiciously clouds were a rolled pile of red-gold that
at Dodd and Meekins. masked the setting sun, and shadows
“Who are these two guys, Smedley?” stretched long and thin ahead of Dodd
“Who?” Smedley asked. “Oh, them. and Meekins as they went up the chipped
They’re just a couple of would-be cus¬ cement steps.
tomers that dropped in.” The front door was half ajar, and they
“I’m Ludwig,” said the beefy man to went into the narrow, dark hallway that
Dodd. “First class detective. Beach pre¬ served as a lobby. Rows of mail boxes
cinct. You got business here?” lined the left wall, and Dodd ran his fin¬
“No,” said Dodd. “We were just leav¬ ger down the name cards until he found
ing.” Sadie Wade’s.
“O.K.,” said Ludwig. He turned im¬ “One twelve,” he said. “That’ll prob¬
portantly to Smedley. “You see anything ably be in back— What was that?”
of that guy Dodd yet?” “What was what?” Meekins asked.
“Dodd?” Smedley repeated vaguely. “Come on!” Dodd ordered.
“Oh, you mean the bail bond guy. No. Odors of meals long past swirled in the
Haven’t seen him.” dim hallway, and the carpet was scuffed
“Well, if you do, remember to tell him and ragged under Dodd’s feet. Some¬
what I said.” where a radio and a baby squalled in off-
“What was that?” Smedley asked, key unison.
still vague. One twelve was the last door at the
“You dope! Can’t you remember noth¬ right at the end of the hall. It was closed,
ing ? Captain Boris wants to see this bird soiled-looking from the smears groping
Dodd, and he wants to see him right now.” palms had left on it, and there was no
“What for?” Smedley inquired. sound from the apartment behind it.
“How should I know? But Captain Dodd stopped short about ten feet away,
Boris is plenty mad, and when he’s mad and Meekins ran into him from behind.
he raises pure hell. He’ll tear this guy “Are you drunk again?” he complained.
Dodd to pieces and put him back together “What—”
again wrong-side out. If he can’t find “Shut up. I thought I heard a shot.”
Dodd he wants a guy by the name of “I didn’t hear—”
Meekins. This Meekins is Dodd’s stooge.” “It was muffled. Just a thud.”
Meekins muttered under his breath. Dodd stepped cautiously up to the door
Dodd jabbed him warningly in the side and reached for the knob. He turned it
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 37
very carefully and slowly, holding it so Dodd reached a long arm around the
the latch wouldn’t click. The door wasn’t door, found a light switch on the wall and
locked. Carefully Dodd pushed it open an flicked it. Light jumped brilliantly out of
inch and then another. the brass chandelier that hung on a chain
From behind him Meekins said: “There from the low ceiling.
ain’t no light. She ain’t—” “It’s Sadie!” Meekins whispered.
Dodd flipped his arm back and hit She was a tall, heavily powerful wom¬
Meekins hard in the chest, knocking him an of better than middle age. She was
sideways. At the same second, he pivoted still wearing her street coat, and her flat
himself and swung flat against the wall. pancake hat was tipped down drunkenly
The shots weren’t muffled this time. over one ear. Her face was a square-
They were sharp, whip-like cracks, and jawed stubborn mask, lined deeply with
three little holes like splintered, sinister wrinkles, and the rouge stood out on her
periods appeared magically in the door hard-muscled cheeks in raw patches.
panel just above the knob. She was sitting down on the floor,
From inside the apartment feet scuffled leaned back against a chair. She was
hurriedly on the floor. A screen door holding a big .45 revolver in her lap. She
slammed flatly. had it in both hands, and she was trying
“The back way!” Dodd shouted. “Go to lift it. Her lips were drawn back rig¬
around—” idly from her square, white teeth with the
Meekins was huddled against the wall, effort she was making. Her eyes were
his face pasty-white. “Oh, no! Not if wide and glassy.
she feels that way-about it. A black eye “Take it easy, Sadie,” Dodd said. “It’s
is bad enough. I got no desire to spend Dodd.”
the summer pickin’ lead out of my plumb¬ Sadie relaxed so suddenly her head
ing.” jerked forward on the thick column of
Dodd ran for the end of the hall, but her neck. “Aw! Dodd!” She panted
there was no door or window there—no hoarsely, taking her breath in strangled
way to get out the back of the building. gasps. “That—fat—smiling—little devil!
He started for the front of the hall and I’ll—kill him! You hear me, Dodd? I’ll
then stopped, realizing that whoever had —kill—him ...”
shot would be blocks away before he could Dodd was kneeling beside her. “Sure,
get around the building. He approached Sadie. Who?”
the bullet-scarred door with wary hesitant “Tracy. Wait ’til — I — get — my —
steps, keeping against the wall. hands ...”
“Boss,” said Meekins, “let’s just fold Her head slumped forward. Her hands
our tents and steal silently away. This is relaxed, and the big revolver slid to the
gettin’ kind of out of hand.” floor with a soft thump.
Dodd ignored him. He kicked the door “Is she—dead?” Meekins asked un¬
suddenly, knocking it wide open. The easily.
apartment was a gloomy cave, and the “No,” Dodd said. “She’s hit in the
sharp acrid smell of powder drifted into left side—up high here. Call an ambu¬
the hallway. lance. I’ll go—”
Dodd waited for a long, silent minute “Nowhere,” a voice finished for him.
and then put his head cautiously around A man stepped through the door from the
the door jamb. The furniture in the box¬ hall. He was short and thick-set, with a
like living-room resembled grotesque ani¬ round darkly saturnine face, and he car¬
mals crouched and waiting in the shad¬ ried himself with an air of jazy confidence.
ows, and there was something else that He was holding a revolver casually in his
moved and wavered and mumbled. right hand.
“Oh!” said Meekins in a choked gasp. Dodd nodded. “Hello, Fesitti,” he said
calmly.
T HE wavering thing took a sodden,
slumping step toward the door and
“Ta-da-ta-da!” Meekins said in a mock
trumpet call. He had recovered himself
then folded down gently on itself into a completely. Policemen didn’t frighten
lumpy pile that kept on mumbling. him a bit. “The cops arrive with a fan-
38 Dime Detective Magazine
fare—late as usual. Where were you hid¬ He looked up from the tangled mass of
ing, Fesitti? In the garbage can?” papers on his desk when Fesitti pushed
“I wasn’t hiding anywhere,” said Fes¬ Dodd into the cubbyhole office. He wag¬
itti. “I was staked out in front—watching gled one blunt finger, and Fesitti went out
the joint. I followed you two in here. and shut the door carefully behind him.
Which one of you shot Sadie?” “Sit,” said Boris, pointing. He had a
“Pass the cocaine, Watson,” Meekins grin which was like something out of a
commented. “The master-mind has just nightmare.
made a startling deduction.” Dodd lowered himself gingerly into the
“You’ll talk too much one of these braced, straight-backed chair in front of
days,” Fesitti said coldly. the desk.
Dodd said: “If you’d gone around in “Mr. William Dodd,” said Boris. "The
back you’d have nailed the guy that did big shot from uptown. So you think you’re
this.” going to play fun in my precinct, do you ?”
“That would have taken some brains,” “Am I pinched?” Dodd inquired. “Be¬
Meekins said. “Don’t expect miracles, cause if I am, I want to call—”
boss.” “Shut up. Do you know that Jake
“How’d you like to fall down and hurt Holden died?”
yourself?” Fesitti asked. Dodd’s face lengthened. “No.”
Dodd said shortly: “Stop fooling “Yeah. An hour ago. Jake was a
around and call an ambulance. Sadie’s friend of mine. He joined up with the
bleeding a lot.” cops the same year I did. He never did
“Too bad,” Fesitti said. He walked get past a first-class detective grade be¬
leisurely over to the telephone stand and cause he was honest, but I liked him in
picked up the instrument. “Police de¬ spite of that.”
partment,” he said into the mouthpiece. “So did I,” Dodd said.
He nodded at Dodd. “Captain Boris “Shut up. So Sadie Wade hired this
wants to see you—but bad.” guy Tracy, who popped Jake off. She
“I’ll go down pretty quick.” didn’t hire him on account he was a
“No,” Fesitti cofrected. “You’ll go comedian, because he wasn’t any funnier
now. With me.” He spoke into the than a time-bomb. He was hidin’ out,
mouthpiece. “Fesitti. Give me Captain and he must have been hotter than a fire¬
Boris.” cracker or he wouldn’t have shot a cop
“Do you want Meekins too?” Dodd just to keep from bein’ dragged in on a
asked. routine vice raid. Sadie must know what
“I wouldn’t take him as a gift.” he’s hidin’ from, but before I can ques¬
Dodd nodded at Meekins. “You stay tion her you get her out on bail.”
here with Sadie. When the ambulance “That was a mistake.”
comes, you go with her to the hospital. Boris nodded grimly. “I’ll bet you’ll
Stay there and watch her.” think so before I get through with you.
“O.K.,” Meekins agreed. But you ain’t even satisfied with bailin’
“I got Dodd, Captain,” Fesitti said into her out. You’re afraid I’ll pick her up
the telephone. again, so you take a bang at her to keep
her quiet. Listen, sonny, let me tell you
C APTAIN BORIS looked exactly like
the motion picture version of a Prus¬
something. This precinct is a damned
good thing, and I’ve held it for ten years.
sian army officer. He had a round, bullet¬ If you think you can push in with those
like head covered with a close-clipped row-de-dow tactics of yours, you’re craz¬
blond stubble of hair and no neck at all. ier than hell. And shut up!”
His eyes were sinister blood-shot slits al¬ “Shut up yourself!” Dodd snarled. "I
most hidden in pink rolls of fat. didn’t shoot Sadie. Tracy did. She told
He even had what would pass as a saber me so. If that lunk-headed Fesitti had
scar on his cheek. It wasn’t. He had ac¬ been a little smarter, he’d have nabbed
quired it years ago when he had tried Tracy when he was getting away. If you
to stop a drunk from beating up his wife. don’t believe me, ask Sadie.”
The wife tagged him with a flatiron. “I can’t—yet,” Boris said mildly. “I
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 39
just called the hospital. She’s still un- But I come to find out she’s hiding a red-
hot in her show—and without even tell¬
“Ask her when she comes out of it, ing me! How do you like that?”
then. She knew Tracy would be hiding “It’s not so good,” Dodd commented.
out at her place—or had a good idea he Boris nodded gloomily. “You’d think
would. She got her gun from the Grass she’d at least tip me off—her being a
Shack and headed right for home. She friend and all that. She knows I’m rea¬
bopped my man, Meekins, when he tried sonable. I wouldn’t have bothered the
to tail her. She spotted Fesitti and guy as long as he behaved, if there wasn’t
sneaked in the back way. She and Tracy too big a reward on him. But the main
must have had an accident. He had a thing is, I wouldn’t have run the vice
gun wrapped up in a towel, and he let squad in on her if I’d known about this
her have it and then blasted through the Tracy.”
door at me.” “Have you been shaking her down
“So you say,” said Boris. heavy?”
“And I can prove it!” “Sadie?” Boris asked. “Why, no. I
“Probably you can,” Boris admitted. told you she was a pal of mine. A place
“I’ve heard tell that you’re a guy who can like hers always makes extra trouble for
prove the moon’s made of limburger if the cops, and I expect her to pay for it,
you set your mind to it.” but that’s all.”
“Not only that,” said Dodd, “but I “Having any trouble i:i your pre¬
told you the truth a minute ago. I bailed cinct ?”
Sadie out by mistake, and if she runs out Boris’ lips moved in a gargoyle grin.
on me I can’t cover her bail.” “If I found any trouble around here, I’d
resenting the Agatha Drinkwater Estate.” “The proprietor of the show—one Sadie
“O.K.,” Boris said wearily. Wade—pleaded guilty to the charges of
Poulson cleared his throat with the air operating an indecent show the first time
of a professional lecturer and said: “The she was arrested.”
Agatha Drinkwater Estate consists of a “Oh, sure,” said Boris. “That keeps
trust of a great number of miscellaneous the reformers happy, gives the papers
pieces of property. The beneficiary is, of something to print, and gets Sadie some
course, Agatha Drinkwater, who is a free advertising. Just a matter of busi¬
widowed lady of advanced years.” ness.”
“So what?” Boris asked. “Not the kind of business the Agatha
Poulson continued in his precise in¬ Drinkwater Estate prefers to be associ¬
formative way: “One of the pieces of ated with,” said Poulson. “It is my in¬
property owned by the Estate and leased tention to cancel the lease held by the
by its accredited agents—of which I am Grass Shack.”
one—consists of Blocks 12, 14, 18, and 19 "I wouldn’t do that.”
of the southeast quarter of the north sec¬ Poulson nodded his head slowly and
tion of Silvester’s addition to White’s meaningly. “Ah. I suspected you had an
quarter section of the suburb—” —ah—interest in the place. That’s why
“Hold it,” Boris requested. “If this is you’ve been trying to avoid seeing me.”
a tax beef, you’ve got the wrong party.” “Let’s get this straight, chum,” said
“It is not a tax—ah—beef. As I say, Boris. “If you mean, do I own a piece of
the Estate owns Block 19—” the show—I don’t. If you mean is Sadie
“Yeah, I know. Go on from there.” paying me protection money—sure.”
"The third lot of Block 19 is occupied “Graft,” said Poulson.
by an amusement concession known as the "Nuts,” said Boris. “What do you
Grass Shack.” think I live on—my salary?”
Boris pulled his beefy body upright. “Is “Graft,” Poulson said solemnly. “My
that a fact?” suspicions—as trustee—have been justi¬
“It is. Now the rental agreement, or fied. Good day.” He made a smart about-
lease, between the Agatha Drinkwater face and headed for the door.
Estate and the—ah—Grass Shack con¬ “Wait a minute,” Dodd requested. He
tains certain provisions and covenants to looked at Boris. “You going to let him
be fulfilled on the part of the lessee.” throw Sadie out?”
"The who?” “I fail to see how he could prevent it,”
“The Grass Shack. The owners of said said Poulson, frowning at Dodd in a dig¬
concession agreed that they would oper¬ nified rebuke.
ate a lawful business on the property.” Boris shrugged. “Why not?” he said
"Well, they are,” said Boris. "It’s a to Dodd. “Sadie crossed me up—hiding
hide show.” that Tracy.”
Poulson took off his glasses and tapped “You haven’t talked to her. Maybe she
them on his forefinger. .“But not a law¬ has an explanation. Give her a chance.
ful one—not according to the legal defini¬ Besides, she owes me dough for bail bond
tion of such outlined in Brass Ring vs. fees. ”
Greeley, 113 General Sessions 304. Ac¬
cording to my reports, the Grass Shack
has twice been raided already this cur¬
B ORIS squinted thoughtfully. "O.K.,
Poulson, don’t cancel that lease. If
rent season by the Vice and Morality you do, I’ll put the joint on the black list
Squad of the police department.” and nobody will dare rent it.”
“Oh, those were just routine raids,” Poulson took off his glasses and stared
Boris explained. at Boris incredulously. “Graft,” he said
“Routine?” Poulson repeated, raising in a dazed voice. “And now threats.”
his eyebrows. “That’s right,” Boris agreed.
“Sure. Those guys on the vice squad “Why—why, I’ll have your job, sir!
have to do something to justify their ex¬ I’ll see the mayor—the police commis¬
istence. If the show wasn’t lawful, I sioner. You haven’t heard the last of
wouldn’t let it run in my precinct.” this!” He went out, slamming the door.
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 41
Boris shrugged amiably. “Acts screwy,” Wade, the patient— What? What? . . .
he commented. “He oughta be in with Escaped? What the hell do you mean,
the old lady.” escaped ? You just got through telling me
“Old lady?” Dodd repeated. she was unconscious . . . Oh, you think
“Yeah. This Agatha Drinkwater. She's she was faking, do you ? When you make
in the state asylum. Cuckoo as they come. up your mind about it, let me know. And
She chopped her old man up with a hand- in the meantime, you find her! You hear
axe and was tryin’ to run the pieces me ? You find her or I’ll come down there
through a meat-grinder when they nailed and tear you up like confetti! And shut
her.” up!”
Dodd stared at him unbelievingly. He slammed the telephone back on its
“Fact,” Boris said. “Oh, you meet all stand. “She got away! Scrammed out of
kinds of people in the police business. the joint! I’m gonna kill somebody! I
The guy I’d like to meet right now, feel it cornin’ on!”
though, is that Tracy.” Dodd got up and jerked the office door
“What do you know about him?” in¬ open. Meekins was leaning against the
quired Dodd. wall outside, while Fesitti glowered at
“Nothing, damn it,” said Boris. “We him dangerously, blocking the way to the
haven’t got any pictures of him except in office. Meekins was holding an ice cube
costume, and he put enough paint on his wrapped in a paper napkin. He was run¬
pan so he might be Hitler under it and ning the ice tenderly back and forth along
nobody the wiser. His description fits one the line of his jaw.
out of every three guys that go by the “You!” Dodd snapped. “I thought I
front door. Lived in a hotel. No papers told you to stay at the hospital and watch
or letters in his room. Had no friends. Sadie!”
Nobody knows where he came from or “You did, and I did. Until she left.”
why. We couldn’t even get any prints “Come in here!” Dodd ordered.
that we were sure were his. Maybe he’s Meekins slid past Fesitti. “All right.
a phantom for all I know. I guess I bet¬ So this is how it was. I was sitting in
ter call up the hospital and see if Sadie the corridor not ten feet from the door of
can talk yet.” her room, talking to this cop by the name
He picked up the telephone from his of Bromski.”
desk. “Get me the receiving hospital,” he “That’s the guy I assigned to watch
said into the mouthpiece. her,” Captain Boris put in.
Outside in the hallway a voice said “Sure. So Bromski had to go to the
wearily: “Aw, why don’t you go drown john. He went to look for it. Sadie must
yourself, drip?” have been watchin’ through the keyhole,
Dodd’s head jerked up, and he looked because right away she popped out of her
at the closed door of the office. room. The nurse just got through tellin'
Captain Boris spoke into the telephone: me she was unconscious, so I think may¬
“This is Captain Boris. About Sadie be she is delirious or something. So I
42 Dime Detective Magazine
lake hold of her nice and gentle and try without any bail, if you want him.”
to lead her back inside the room. She “Right!” said Meekins gratefully.
tagged me with that same overhand right. “Thanks, Captain.”
On the jaw this time. Knocked me cold. “Want us any more?” Dodd asked.
I’m telling you, I didn’t hire out for a “I don’t want anything but a long vaca¬
punching-bag—” tion,” Boris answered. “Get out. Go
“Shut up,” said Boris gloomily, hold¬ away. Don’t bother me. Wait a minute.
ing his head. “I’m pretty sure I’m going I mean that last. Get the hell out of my
to kill somebody now. Any minute.” precinct and stay out. I’ve had enough of
“Was Sadie dressed?” Dodd asked. you.”
“Nope,” said Meekins. “She had on Dodd and Meekins went out into the
one of them long hospital nightgowns. hall. Meekins was all for heading right
Looked like a circus tent on the prowl.” for the booking desk, but Dodd seized
“She can’t get far in that outfit,” Dodd him by one thin arm and jerked him up
said. “She’ll be picked up right away.” short.
“You don’t know them guys I got “If this is another of your crack-
working for me,” Boris told him. “There brained ideas—” he hissed dangerously.
ain’t any of them could find his own mouth “What do you want to be pestered with
with a spoon. Why do things like this a drunk for? Haven’t we got enough
have to happen ? As if I ain’t got troubles trouble?”
enough—” “Smedley ain’t drunk,” Meekins whis¬
pered.
HPHE inter-office communicator buzzed, “How do you know?”
A and Boris snapped the switch. “What "He can’t get drunk.”
now?” “Listen, stupid,” Dodd said, “anybody
The desk sergeant’s voice said: “Lud¬ can get drunk.”
wig is here.” “Nope. Not Smedley.”
“So he’s here. So what?” "And why not, may I ask?”
“He’s got Smedley with him. Smed- Meekins said: “Look. I know he can’t
ley’s drunker than an owl. Ludwig says I know a guy who runs a cartoon in the
he can’t watch him and the Grass Shack papers about strange facts and odd char¬
both at the same time and what should acters and such. He told me about Smed¬
he do?” ley on account he wanted me to persuade
“My God,” Boris said, disgusted. “Tell Smedley to let the guy run a picture and
the gravy-brain to throw Smedley in the some dope about him in his cartoon.
drunk tank and to go back to the Grass Smedley’s got something wrong with him.
Shack and stay there and to keep away This guy give me a lot of big words on
from that ten-ton fanny shaker of a Loret¬ it—but the idea is that alcohol don’t ab¬
ta while he’s at it.” sorb into Smedley's blood. Liquor don’t
Meekins nudged Dodd. Dodd looked at have any effect on him. It’s a fact. Smed¬
him inquiringly. Meekins had discarded ley wouldn’t let the guy run his picture in
his ice cube and now he made motions the cartoon because Smedley picks up a
with his fingers as though he were count¬ lot of side money bettin’ guys in bars he
ing money and jerked his head in the can drink a quart of whiskey down and
direction of the booking-room outside. then walk a straight line or stand on his
Dodd frowned. Meekins nodded his head or whatnot. He can do it, too. A
head in a positive emphatic manner. quart of whiskey don’t mean any more to
Dodd said slowly to Boris: “I’ll go him than a quart of water would to you.”
Smedley’s bail on the drunk charge.” “Ummm,” said Dodd, staring at him
"Sure,” Meekins said quickly. “Smed¬ skeptically.
ley’s our pal, and he’s a good guy. He’s “It’s true!” Meekins said. “And if he
probably just upset about all his troubles ain’t drunk and is pretendin’ he is, then
and about Sadie.” he must have a reason for it. Come on.”
Boris said into the communicator: Dodd followed him into the booking-
‘Give Smedley to Dodd and Meekins.” room. Smedley was parked in a corner
He nodded to Dodd. “You can have him on the floor, legs and arms trailing limply
Come Up And Kill Me Lottie Time 43
rubber-like in all directions, head tilted “Get that razor!” he said breathlessly.
forward on his chest. His eyes were Dodd found it tucked neatly away in
closed, and he was muttering unintelli¬ the cuff of Smedley’s baggy trousers.
gibly to himself. He put it in his own pocket. Meekins got
Ludwig, the beefy detective with the up, and the two of them stared thought¬
dented derby, was standing at the book¬ fully down at Smedley. He was still play¬
ing desk. ing his part. He lay sprawled out life¬
“You can have him,” he said. “You’re lessly limp.
sure welcome— Say! You’re the two “Come on, Smedley,” Dodd said.
guys that was at the Grass Shack! Why “It’s a good act,” Meekins added. “But
didn’t you tell me you was Dodd and we don’t like it any more.”
Meekins ?” Smedley breathed in and then out again
“We were incognito,” Dodd answered in a long, melancholy sigh. He sat up
absently. and poked at his chest experimentally,
Ludwig stared. “In what?” wincing.
“Disguise. We’re so good at it we don’t “Why didn’t you just kill me while you
even recognize ourselves sometimes. Give were at it?” he asked wearily. “Why
a hand, Meekins.” didn’t you drop me out of a ten-story
window? What did I ever do to you
They took hold of Smedley’s limp arms.
two?”
“Upsi-daisy!” Meekins said, heaving.
“Nothing,” said Dodd. “But you’re
S MEDLEY came up to his feet. He
wavered back and forth loosely, eyes
going to. You’re jajoing to tell us what’s
the idea of this little song-and-dance.”
still tightly shut. Meekins and Dodd “I wanted to get in jail, you dopes,”
started him toward the door. He dragged said Smedley.
his feet, but they hauled him along willy- “Why?”
nilly. “I got an appointment with a guy that’s
“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t,” Lud¬ in there.”
wig warned. “He’s out like a light. Don’t Dodd crouched down beside him.
go droppin’ him in some gutter and leav¬ “Who, Smedley? Come on and tell us all
in’ him there, neither!” about it. We’re your pals. We like you.”
“Oh, we wouldn’t do that,” Meekins Smedley kneaded his biceps where
answered. “Smedley’s our pal.” Meekins had landed on them. “A guy by
“Sure,” said Dodd. “We love Smed- the name of Charley Blue. He’s in the
ley dearly.” drunk tank. I want to see him about
something.”
They half-carried Smedley down the
“What, Smedley?”
cement steps and along the crowded side¬
“He was sellin’ Sadie protection. I
walk to the nearest corner. They turned
want to ask him why she didn’t get it.”
on to a narrow residential street lined
with slatternly little cottages. Scattered Dodd stood up and looked at Meekins.
street lights made feeble blobs in the “Do you know this Charley Blue gent?”
growing darkness, and halfway along the Meekins nodded. “A drunk. A souse.
first block they came to a narrow alley- He’s a tout and a shill for floating crap
way that had high hedges on either side. games. Works uptown. I think maybe
Dodd looked at Meekins over Smed¬ he pimps a little in his spare time. Strict¬
ley’s drooping head. Meekins winked in ly no good and a cheapie.”
answer and said conversationally: “Hold “Would he be working for Boris?”
him up a minute, boss. I got to tie my “Hell, no. He was just shaking Sadie
shoe.” down a little on his own.”
He let go of Smedley and crouched “Oh, no,” Dodd denied. "Not Sadie.
down. Dodd shoved Smedley hard. Smed¬ She wouldn’t fall for any fake protection
ley went headlong over Meekins and gag. She’d investigate. Who is he work¬
sprawled full length into the alley with ing for, Smedley?”
a grunt of agonized surprise. “I dunno,” Smedley answered gloom¬
Meekins jumped on his chest, putting ily. “That’s what I was gonna ask him.
a knee on each of Smedley’s arms. Sadie never told me. She don't pop off
44 Dime Detective Magazine
much about such matters. But I know on his face and stays there. The first cop
he’s workin’ for somebody heavy. Sadie that happens along totes him in to sleep
wouldn’t pay out unless he was. She’s it off. He’s been out for about eighteen
gettin’ a hell of a rough shake around hours now. It’s about time he should be
here, and I think it’s that little punk’s waking up.”
fault. I’m gonna slice him up like balog- Dodd said in an undertone to Meekins:
na. Give me my razor.” "Go get a pint of whiskey. He’s going to
Dodd handed it back to him. “You need it.”
know,” he said thoughtfully, “this sort Meekins went out the front door. Dodd
of ties in with some other stuff. I think half-carried the limp Smedley down the
somebody is muscling in on Captain Boris. cement-floored aisle to the big cell at the
He accused me of it at first, and he was back.
pretty anxious to find out who tipped me “All right,” he said. “Stand up now.
off to the raid on the Grass Shack. Of Nobody’s looking.”
course, he wouldn’t admit he was having He unlocked the cell door, and Smed¬
any trouble, but I think he is.” ley followed him inside. There were half
“Somebody is nuts, then,” Meekins ob¬ a dozen narrow iron cots with bare mat¬
served. “Captain Boris is smart and tresses placed side by side with about a
tougher than hell, and he’s got this dis¬ foot of space between them. A man lay on
trict solidly behind him because he never his back on the one under the window.
gouges on anybody and he keeps things His face, pitilessly revealed by the glow
in line. Somebody is going to fall right of the unshaded bulb in the ceiling, was
on their face with an awful jangle.” red and swollen and puffy. There was a
“I think Smedley’s got something,” ragged stubble of blond beard on his
Dodd said. “I think maybe we better go cheeks. His mouth was open, and he
talk to this Charley Blue. You sure he’s snored in a fluttering, choked way. His
in the drunk tank, Smedley?” scanty hair stood up in a sweat-sticky
“Sure,” Smedley said sadly. clumps.
“All right,” said Dodd. “Be drunk “Is this our party?” Dodd asked.
again, and we’ll pack you back to the “That’s Charley,” said Smedley. “Don’t
jail.” he look pretty?”
“Like a week-old corpse,” Dodd
CHAPTER FIVE agreed.
He shook Charley Blue’s slack shoul¬
The Drunk Tank der. There was no resistance in the man
under the tap in the water basin. When three visitors for the first time. He evi¬
it was fall, he held it carefully over Char¬ dently didn’t care for what he saw. He
ley Blue’s head and tipped it. moved back on the cot uneasily.
The water splashed noisily, soaking into “Who’re you guys?” he demanded.
the mattress. Charley Blue spluttered. “I’m Dodd—bail bonds. This is Meek¬
His head rolled violently, and he made ins. He works for me. You know Smed¬
mumbling protests. ley, don’t you?”
Dodd and Meekins and Smedley sat Charley Blue nodded reluctantly.
down in a row on the nearest cot and “Yeah, I guess so. How are you, Smed¬
watched him. ley?”
“I’m alive,” said Smedley gloomily. “I
C HARLEY BLUE’S eyes opened.
They were red, burned holes in the
think.”
“I don’t want no bail,” Charley Blue
puffiness of his face. He moaned as the told Dodd. “Give me another drink.”
light hit them. Slowly and cautiously he “Not just now. First you give some
groped around him until he found the answers. Smedley says you’ve been shak¬
edge of the cot. He took hold of it and ing down Sadie Wade.”
pulled himself up, hand over hand, to a “That’s a lie!” said Charley Blue.
sitting position. Smedley took out his razor and opened
He was facing Dodd, Meekins and it. He moved the blade so that it shim¬
Smedley now. He stared at them uncom- mered dangerously in the light.
prehendingly. They stared back. Charley Charley Blue gulped. “Here, now! Get
Blue began to shake. He shook all over in away from me with that, or I’H yell—”
spasmodic shuddering lunges that made “Not more than once, you won’t,”
the cot legs rattle like castanets against Smedley told him.
the cement floor. His eyes rolled glassily. Charley Blue pulled his feet up and
“Wow!” Meekins said softly. “This crawled to the head of the cot and hud¬
. guy is one step away from the horrors. ” dled against the wall shaking.
“Hold his head,” Dodd ordered. “What you guys doin’ here?”
Meekins braced Charley Blue’s head “Asking you questions,” Dodd in¬
against his chest, tilting it back. Dodd formed him. “You want us to get mad
tipped the whiskey bottle up to his chat¬ and go away with our whiskey?”
tering teeth and poured a little in his “No!” Charley Blue said frantically.
mouth. Charley Blue gulped and shud¬ “Keep your voice down. Who’re you
dered and gulped again in a raging fever working for?”
of anxiety. He grabbed for the bottle, “Nobody!”
and Dodd batted his hands away. “You’re running a shakedown racket
“That’s enough, now. Take it easy.” on your own?”
Charley Blue took deep, whistling “Sure. What’s it to you?”
breaths. Gradually the awful shuddering “Nothing,” said Dodd. “But suppose
stopped and some faint shadow of intel¬ I tell Captain Boris about it?”
ligence came in his reddened eyes. Charley Blue sneered shakily. “Go
“More,” he said hoarsely. ahead. He don’t dare lay a finger on me.”
Dodd gave him another drink, keeping
a firm hold on the whiskey bottle. He D ODD looked at Meekins inquiringly.
Meekins said. “The guy is punch-
pulled it away after Charley Blue had
gulped down two big slugs. drunk.”
“More,” Charley Blue begged. “You think so?” said Charley Blue.
“Nope,” said Dodd. “I can close any joint at the beach, wheth¬
“You’d better,” Meekins warned. er it’s legitimate or what, and I don’t care
“He’ll throw a fit.” what Boris says about it. I can get any¬
“In a minute,” Dodd answered. “List¬ body down here raided any time.”
en, Charley. We want to ask you some Smedley said softly. “Could you get
questions.” Sadie raided?”
Charley Blue tore his fascinated gaze “Sure! And you better remember—
from the whiskey and really looked at his Wh-what?”
46 Dime Detective Magazine
Smedley was creeping up on him with “It’s true,” Meekins insisted. “He’s
the razor. “So you’re the weasel that was got a good law practice—civil stuff. He
responsible for her gettin’ pulled today, don’t chisel. If he did, I’d know about it.
huh? Just like I thought!” Something’s wacky.”
"No!” Charley Blue said shrilly, los¬ “He might skid a few corners for his
ing all his bluster. “I am not! I never brother-in-law.”
did! Get away from me! ” “Not Kranz,” Meekins said stubborn¬
Dodd stood up. “Come on, Meekins. ly. “I mean, the guy is really honest. He
We’re in the way here. Charley and makes a point of it. He doesn’t even
Smedley want to be alone.” handle legitimate graft.”
“Wait!” Charley Blue pleaded. “Wait, Charley Blue’s bubbling voice sounded
now! You guys will be sorry! I’m tellin’ behind them. “Don’ believe, huh?” He
you! You deal in bail bonds, huh? All was leaning forward with his head pressed
right, my brother-in-law will get your against one of the bars on the door, peer¬
license—” ing at them owlishly cross-eyed around
Dodd sat down again. “Now we’re get¬ it. The pint bottle in his hand was half-
ting somewhere. Your brother-in-law, empty. The liquor, on his empty stomach,
eh? Who’s he?” had hit with the force of a ten-ton truck.
“Kranz,” Charley Blue muttered sul¬ He was slobberingly drunk again.
lenly.
“Think I’m lyin’, huh? All righ’. All
Dodd looked at Meekins questioningly.
righ’. Kranz my brother-in-law, see?
Meekins was staring at Charley Blue in
Backs me up. Always. You wanna know?
blank amazement.
You wan’ proof, huh? All righ’. All
“Kranz is the councilman for this dis¬
righ’. You phone. You phone yourself
trict.”
and see. You ask he don’ back me up.
“You bet he is!” Charley Blue seconded
Number’s Ashway 6626, see? Private
emphatically. “And you better just watch
number, see? You phone. Go ahead.
your step how you treat me! ”
Dare you phone. All righ’.”
“Kranz,” Smedley muttered dangerous¬ He lost his grip on the bars and went
ly. “So he’s the guy Sadie’s been payin’ staggering back and fell headlong on his
off.” cot.
“I don’t like this,” Meekins said, wor¬
"Come on, you two,” Dodd said.
ried. “We’re getting in away over our
heads.”
TTE led the way down the corridor and
“I know,” Dodd agreed. He entended out into the booking office again.
the whiskey bottle cordially. “Well, if The desk sergeant stared at them in
you’re Kranz’s brother-in-law, Charley, amazement.
why that makes everything look different. “Smedley decided he didn’t like your
Yes, indeed. Have yourself a snort.” jail,” Dodd said, handing over the keys.
Charley Blue tipped up the bottle and Captain Boris came out of the doorway
drank greedily.
of the hall that led to his office. He rolled
Dodd jerked his head. “Come on, himself to a halt, his bullet head thrust
Meekins. You, too, Smedley. You’ll have forward.
to be sober again.” “I thought I told you two to get the
The three of them went out in the cor¬ hell out of this precinct and stay out,” he
ridor, and Dodd locked the cell door. growled.
“He’ll put that whiskey down and pass “We’re on our way,” Dodd said hasti¬
himself out—I hope,” Dodd told them. ly-
“I want him out of the picture until I
Emil Poulson stepped daintily through
can locate Sadie.”
the front door. He blinked a moment
„ this,” Meekins repeated. through his thick-lensed spectacles, get¬
‘Something is screwy around here.” ting used to the bright lights, and then
“Everything is,” Dodd said. he pointed a plump, precise finger at Bor¬
“Yeah. But I mean with what Charley is and said: “I have been in communica¬
said. Kranz is honest.” tion with Richard Kranz, the representa¬
“An honest councilman?” tive of this district on the city council.
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 47
He informs me that you have no right “Kranz doesn’t interfere with you?”
whatsoever to blacklist any property be¬ “Of course not,” said Boris. “He real¬
longing to the Agatha Drinkwater Estate, izes I know my business. He never both¬
and that if you do so or attempt to do so ers me. What’s it to you?”
he will take steps.” “Just wondering,” said Dodd. “Did
“What steps?” Boris asked, mildly cu¬ you know that you had Kranz’s brother-
rious. in-law in the drunk tank?”
“He did not inform me, sir. But, as I “Sure,” Boris answered. “You don’t
warned you, I allow neither graft nor think I let every drunk in town use my
threats to sway me in the slightest from jail for a hotel, do you? Kranz is a good
my sworn duties as a trustee, and if guy, and Charley Blue is a hell of a bur¬
I hear any more from you on either of den to him. Always in trouble. We lock
those subjects, I shall appeal to even high¬ him up whenever we find him crocked,
er authorities than the members of the and when we get tired of that we ship
city council. I bid you goodday.” him off to the funny house for a cure.
Poulson made his abrupt, military Now, scram.”
about-face and whisked out the door.
“So long,” said Boris. “Now listen, S MEDLEY and Meekins and Dodd
marched out of the station, with Lud¬
Dodd. I’m getting a little tired of talk¬
ing—” wig lumbering along behind them like a
Detective Ludwig lumbered in the front clumsy shepherd dog. At the corner a
door and said, “Hey, Captain,” in his half-block above the station, Dodd stopped
high complaining voice. short, frowning in a dramatically worried
“What?” Boris inquired in a danger¬ way at Meekins.
ously quiet tone. “I just thought of something,” he said.
“Well, listen, I’m gettin’ tired of sittin’ Meekins picked up his cue instantly.
in that Grass Shack. There ain’t nobody “What, boss?” he asked in a gravely
around there to talk to or look at, and I concerned tone.
think I could do better if I—” “This guy Tracy is a killer.”
“So you’ve started to think now, have “That’s right,” Meekins agreed. “A
you?” Boris inquired. “What are you desperate character.”
using for a brain?” Suddenly his voice Dodd said: “Do you realize, Meekins,
rose to an outraged bull-like bellow. “Let that he shot Sadie because he thought she
me tell you something! I’m the guy who could identify him?”
thinks in this precinct! I don’t want any “It must be true.”
competition from numb-wits like you! Get “Certainly,” Dodd told him. “And
the hell back there to the Grass Shack be¬ there’s another poor defenseless girl who
fore I kill you right here in cold blood! ” is in danger while this fiend is at large.”
“Yes, sir,” said Ludwig, heading for “Who?” Meekins asked breathlessly.
the door so quickly he stumbled over his “Loretta. You remember Loretta?”
own feet. “I certainly do,” Meekins said emphat¬
“Wait a minute!” Boris yelled. “Take ically.
Dodd and Meekins with you and escort Ludwig jerked to attention. “Huh?
them out of this district—clear out! And What’s that?”
if I see you two around here again ...” “If I was a friend of Loretta’s, I’d be
“We’re leaving,” Dodd said. “But pretty worried about her,” Dodd stated.
what about this Poulson-Kranz busi¬ “I would, too,” Meekins seconded.
ness?” “Say!” Ludwig exclaimed shakily.
“Nothing about it,” Boris answered. “Do you think Tracy might—might harm
“Like Poulson said, the Agatha Drink- Loretta, huh?”
water Estate owns a lot of property “There’s a chance,” Dodd said.
around town—apartments, office buildings “A big one,” Meekins added.
and such. Kranz can’t brush off such a “Maybe he’s even found her already,”
heavy taxpayer. He had to give Poulson Dodd said. “Maybe even now she’s ly¬
some sort of a song-and-dance to quiet ing in a pool of blood. . .”
him.” Meekins put his hands over his eyes.
48 Dime Detective Magazine
swung ponderously and silently back. “That’s all we need,” Meekins whis¬
“Dodd!” Meekins wailed in protest. pered.
Dodd walked into the hallway and Dodd swallowed against the cold, hard
looked around him. He nodded toward knot in his throat. “Sadie phoned for an
the wall at the right of the door. ambulance. Then she went down and
“That must be the switch that controls turned on the lawn lights to guide them.
the arc-lights on the lawn,” he said. She just made it back and then fainted.”
Under the switch there was a long, He stepped over her and leaned down
broad smear of blood that glistened bright¬ toward the telephone lying on the floor.
ly against the immaculate white plaster. The little cardboard slip on it listed its
“Oh, oh, oh,” Meekins whispered. number as Ashway 6626. It had a long
Dodd walked toward the graceful sweep cord on it, and he followed it with his
of the stairs. He touched the ornamental eyes to the point where it disappeared
banister and then looked at his finger. into one of the spaces that had been occu¬
There was blood on it. pied by a drawer in the bureau.
Dodd climbed the stairs slowly and qui¬ “That’s it," he said to himself.
etly. After a moment of uneasy hesitation, The siren was closer. Dodd picked up
Meekins and Ludwig tiptoed after him. the telephone and dialed. “Captain Bor¬
At the top, Dodd paused, staring at a red is,” he said when the sergeant at the beach
hand-print on the white wall. precinct station answered him.
“Well?” Boris said.
“Somebody around here got hurt, I
bet,” said Ludwig. “This is Dodd, Captain. I’m at Kranz’s
house. Kranz’s wife has been murdered.”
D ODD was looking down the hall
toward an open door with a light
Boris didn’t answer, but Dodd could
hear him breathing noisily.
“Loretta’s in a bad way,” he went on
showing through it. He went quietly in
slowly. “And Sadie Wade is here, too.
that direction, keeping against the wall,
She’s fainted from loss of blood.”
and Meekins and Ludwig followed after
“Got anything more to report?” Boris
him, single-file.
asked thickly.
From behind him, Meekins said, “Oh,
“Do you dare arrest Kranz?”
my God,” in an awed whisper.
“I dare arrest anybody.”
It was a bedroom, furnished by and for
a woman, all white and gold and blue. “Do it, then. And pick up Smedley.
Loretta lay doubled up on the floor un¬ And see if you can sober up Charley Blue.
der the windows on the far side of the I’ll be down in a minute.”
room, one bloodied raw fist flung out in “You’re damned right you will,” said
front of her, the other arm doubled under Boris. “And you’re gonna grow a long
her twisted body. gray beard before you get out again!”
Sadie Wade lay face down just inside Dodd depressed the breaker bar on the
the doorway, breathing in low labored telephone, let it up again, and dialed long
groans, the muscles of her square jaw distance. When the operator answered,
rigid and protruding, her eyes closed he said: “Give me the State Insane Asy¬
tightly. lum at Carterville.”
A third woman was in a tumbled pile “While you’re at it, reserve a room
in the corner of the wall behind the bed. there for me, too,” Meekins requested
She had crouched there, trying to hide, shakily.
and someone had beaten her until her
features were a formless smear. She was
dead.
C APTAIN BORIS was smiling his
nightmare smile, and his eyes were
Ludwig shoved Dodd and Meekins narrowed down to menacing slits.
aside and dropped clumsily on his knees “Dodd,” he said. “Don’t worry about
beside Loretta. He was breathing in little going to jail or any little thing like that.
sobbing gasps, and he turned her over Don’t let it cross your mind. Have you
with infinite gentleness and cradled her made any payments on your life insurance
head against his chest'.' lately ?”
A siren began to wail in the distance. Dodd was sitting glumly in the chair
50 Dime Detective Magazine
in front of the desk. He was not happy. into the office. "This guy was with
Perspiration kept gathering on his fore¬ Kranz,” he said. “Right away he started
head and rolling down his cheeks. to holler about the Constitution and stuff,
Meekins was sitting in a chair in the so I brought him along.”
corner, trying to be inconspicuous. Emil Poulson took his nose glasses off
Ludwig came in the office, his feet and waved them warningly under Boris’
clumping heavily. “You want I should nose. “This is the most outrageous viola¬
go back to the Grass Shack, Captain?” tion of civil-rights that I have ever en¬
“No,” Boris said in a kindlier tone. “Go countered in all my years of practice! J
out and sit by Duffy at the desk. I left warn you that I shall see to it that—”
orders for the hospital to call as soon as “Shut up,” said Boris.
they learn anything.” “Never mind, Mr. Poulson,” Kranz
“Yes, sir,” Ludwig said in a dazed, said wearily. He was a tall man, very
dull voice. thin, stoop-shouldered, and he looked
Dodd wiped some more sweat from his unutterably tired. “Captain Boris is an
forehead. old friend. He wouldn’t have sent for me
“Aren’t you feeling well, Dodd?” Boris unless it was important.”
asked. “That is very surprising to me.” “I’m sorry I had to, Councilman,” Bor¬
He flipped the switch on the inter-office is said uneasily. “This is bad—all around.
communicator. “Duffy, what about Char¬ I can’t tell yeu how I sympathize. .
ley Blue?”
The desk sergeant’s voice said: “Nope.
The doc says he can’t be brung around.
K RANZ made a wearily futile gesture.
“Don’t, please.”
He is due for another cure or maybe a “All right,” said Boris, drawing a deep
coffin.” breath. “The dope sitting in front of the
“How about Smedley?” Boris asked. desk is named Dodd. He’s in this up to
“No word. The boys can’t locate him.” his ears, and he wants to say something
Through the communicator they could now. Go right ahead, Dodd. We ain’t
hear the telephone on the sergeant’s desk waiting any longer—for Smedley or Na¬
ring. His voice answered it. poleon. Speak your piece and make it
“Police, beach precinct. . . Oh, yeah. . .
good—awful good.”
Yeah. . . Yeah.”
Dodd said: “I know who Tracy is.
Ludwig’s voice begged hoarsely: “What
Up to about five years ago he toured
about Loretta?”
through the sticks playing the leading man
The sergeant said: “And the other— in tent shows. His name was mostly
the red-head? . . . Yeah. . . Yeah. I see. Shane — sometimes Shelley and some¬
Thanks.” The receiver of the telephone
times Sands. He worked a racket along
clunked. “Cheer up, Ludwig. Hey, Cap¬
with his acting. Those tent shows stayed
tain.”
a week or so in each town they touched.
“Yes?” Boris answered.
He’d pick up some likely widow with a
“That was the hospital. They gave Sadie little dough and get her to invest some
a transfusion and it looks like maybe in him for one reason or another.”
she’ll come around. Loretta’s got two “Go ahead,” Boris told him.
badly busted mitts. They figure she put “He was pretty successful,” Dodd said.
her hands up over her head to prevent “He had the line—being an actor and all.
whoever it was from beatin’ out her Very romantic. But this tent show stayed
brains. She’s got an even chance.” too long in one town, and the widow he
Boris looked at Dodd. “Two mur¬ picked was tougher than average. He got
ders—Jake Holden and Mrs. Kranz. Two the dough, but she insisted that he marry
assaults with intent to commit murder— her or she’d call copper on him. He
Sadie and Loretta. That’s quite a score, wasn’t having any. He shot her.”
Dodd.” “Uh!” said Boris, startled.
"Here’s Fesitti, Captain,” said the ser¬ Dodd went on: “He must have been a
geant’s voice through the communicator. good actor, at that. He sold the jury on
“Send him in.” the idea that he was nuts. Instead of
Fesitti ushered two men ahead of him hanging him, they put him in the state
Come Up And Kill Me Some Time 51
asylum at Carterville. He escaped a cou¬ says Charley. Call Ashway 6626. If the
ple of months back.” person did, Mrs. Kranz answered. She
“Well, well,” Boris said slowly. “He made an appointment to see the doubtful
must have thought the vice squad was person. What more proof could he ask?
the boys from the booby hatch cornin’ to After all, she was Kranz’s wife.”
take him back.” Boris swore quietly. “And that souse
Dodd nodded. “Probably. He knew it used my drunk tank for an office!”
wasn’t a regular raid because of Sadie Dodd sighed again. “So that was the
squawking. He thought the cops had setup when this raid was pulled. Tracy-
been tipped off to him.” Shane got into a panic and shot Holden.
“By who?” Boris demanded. Sadie was plenty mad at both him and
"The fellow that got him the job— Charley Blue. Tracy, having great con¬
Charley Blue. Charley has spent quite a fidence in his abilities as a woo-pitcher,
lot of his spare time in the asylum—tak¬ hid in her apartment and thought he could
ing cures for chronic alcoholism—and this talk her into keeping him under cover.
Shjane got to know him there. Charley is No sale. Sadie was going to turn him up
a great one for running off at the mouth. to the cops. He shot her.
He boasts about his brother-in-law— "Then Sadie was really mad. She sent
Kranz, here—being a councilman. Shane Smedley to get after Charley Blue in the
came to Charley and got Charley to hide drunk tank and started after Kranz her¬
him by making Sadie Wade give Shane self. She figured Kranz was responsible
a job.” for the jam she was in and it was up to
“How?” Boris asked. him to get her out of it. She was pretty
Dodd sighed. “Now we come to the weak, and Loretta went along with her
tough part. I figured out what I just said to help her.
as soon as I talked to the asylum. Now “In the meantime, Tracy-Shane was in
I’ll have to do a little guessing. Charley mighty warm water. He needed some
Blue is a dope. I don’t think it ever oc¬ protection—right now. He went to see
curred to him to use his brother-in-law, Kranz on his own. There he found out
Kranz, for anything but to get him out that Kranz wasn’t back of Charley Blue
of jams now and again. Shane gave him at all. It didn’t take him long to pump
a new idea. Shane told him how to threat¬ the whole story out of Kranz’s wife.
en Sadie. Charley did, and Sadie gave He thought Mrs. Kranz must have
Shane the job. That was easy, and Char¬ some of the money Charley had been col¬
ley began to think he’d been passing lecting. He tried to find it. He didn’t.
up a good thing here. I’ll bet it was right That enraged him and he beat her. ...”
about then that he went to see Kranz.” Kranz made a little moaning noise.
Kranz nodded wearily. “Yes. He “Sorry,” Dodd murmured. “Loretta
wanted to act as my agent. He wanted and Sadie walked in right afterwards,
to shake down people in my district—call while he was still searching. Sadie, being
it collecting campaign funds or something weak, stayed downstairs. Loretta went
like that—and split what he got with me.” up to look around. She ran into Tracy-
“What did you say?” Dodd asked. Shane, and he smacked her down and got
“ I threw him out of my office.” away.”
“All right,” Dodd answered. “But “Where to?” Boris inquired.
Charley didn’t quit. He went to Mrs. “Right here,” said Dodd. He turned
Kranz—his sister. She did what he asked. around and took the small, pointed beard
She put in a private telephone—hid it in of Emil Poulson in his hand and jerked.
her bureau with the bell silenced to a buzz The beard came away in his hand, and
so Kranz wouldn’t hear it if it rang while Emil Poulson’s round, pink face looked
he was around. nude and different suddenly.
“Charley went right ahead with his "He’s got a wig, too,” Dodd said.
scheme. He shook people down in this “And false eyebrows and pads in his
district—protection, campaign funds, ev¬ cheeks and plugs in his nose.”
erything. Some of them wanted proof “Quite,” said Emil Poulson, smiling
that he was fronting for Kranz. All right, pleasantly. “Good make-up job, eh? You
52 Dime Detective Magazine
didn’t have to be so dramatically rude, toward the door. Poulson smiled over his
Mr. Dodd. I would have admitted my shoulder at Dodd.
identity, had you asked me.” “You know, you’re the only one who
figured this out. You’re solely responsible.
T HE room seemed small and tight and
hot, and the breathing of the men in
I’ll give you something to think about. If
you’re clever—as I am—it isn’t very diffi¬
it was plainly audible. cult to escape from the asylum. I will
Dodd said slowly: “You learned about again. And I’ll come and see you when I
Agatha Drinkwater in the asylum. One do. Remember that. ”
of her lawyers—a guy who lives in New He nodded amiably and went out of the
York—is actually named Poulson. You office, Fesitti fumbling along behind him.
figured you could prowl around and raise “Oh,” said Meekins in a sick voice.
a little money for yourself by telling the “Did you hear? And he means it! It
people who were leasing property she don’t make no difference to him, as long
owned that you were going to cancel their as he’s legally goofy, if he murders every¬
leases for this and that if they didn’t pay body in the state!”
off to you. It didn’t work very well, be¬ “Oh, no,” said Boris. He jerked his
cause everyone hereabouts depends on thumb toward the inter-office communica¬
Boris to see that things like that don’t tor. “This thing was open all the time
happen to them.” we were talking. They could hear us out
“Oh, quite,” said Emil Poulson. “Very at the desk—”
clever of you to figure it out.” Ludwig’s voice bellowed through the
“You admit—this?” Boris said. “The communicator: “Hey, he’s tryin’ to es¬
murders, too?” cape! Halt! Stop! I’ll shoot!”
“Surely. Why not?” “No!” Poulson’s voice screamed faint¬
“Why not?” Boris repeated blankly. ly. “I’m not! Don’t—”
Poulson was patient with him. “I have Shots sounded fuzzily ragged, echoing
been adjudged insane. Legally insane. I outside the walls and through the com¬
cannot be held responsible for any of my municator at the same time.
actions. All you can do now is send me “Ludwig is dumb,” said Boris, snap¬
back to the asylum. I don’t mind that ping the switch on the communicator,
much, really.” “but he can take a hint. I’m afraid Mr.
“Take him out,” Boris said to Fesitti. Poulson-Shane-Tracy tried to escape a
Fesitti took Poulson’s arm and led him little bit too soon.”
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where, it doesn’t matter. If the others were had already closed obliviously behind him.
able to, why weren’t you?” She smiled slightly to herself, with a
“I couldn’t think of anything that hap¬ sympathetic understanding he wouldn’t
pened.” have given her credit for, and placed the
Miss Prince turned away. “Well, you’ll latest masterpiece on top of the others, to
stay in after the rest and sit there until take home with her. As she did so, her
you do. When I give out homework I eye, glancing idly along the opening sen¬
expect it to be done!” She returned to her tences, was caught by something. She
desk, stacked the collected creative efforts lingered on reading, forgetting her orig¬
to one side of her, and took up the day’s inal intention of rising from her desk and
lesson. going out to the cloakroom to get her hat.
Three o’clock struck and the seats be¬ The epistle before her, in laborious,
fore her emptied like magic in one head¬ straight up and down, childish handwrit¬
long, scampering rush for the door. All ing, read:
but the second one back on the outside
aisle. Johnny Gaines,
“You can begin now, Johnny,” said English Comp. 2
Miss Prince relentlessly. “Take a clean Something that happined at our house.
One night I wasn’t sleeping so good on
sheet of paper and quit staring out the account of something I eat, and I dreamed
window.” I was out in a boat and the water was rough
Although the victim probably wouldn’t and rocking me up and down a lot. So then
have believed it, she didn’t enjoy this any I woke up and the floor in my room was
more than he did. He was keeping her in really shaking kind of and so was my bed
and everything. And I even heard a table
just as much as she was keeping him. But and chair fall down, downstairs. So I got
discipline had to be maintained. kind of scared and I sneaked downstairs to
The would-be compositor seemed to be see what was the matter. But by that time
suffering from an acute lack of inspiration. it stopped again and everything was qiet.
My mother was in the kitchen straitening
Pie chewed the rubber of his pencil, fidg¬
things up again, and she didn’t want me to
eted, stared at the blackboard, and nothing come near there when she first saw me. But
happened. I looked in anyway. Then she closed the
“You’re not trying, Johnny!” she said outside door and she told me some kind of
severely, at last. a varmint got in the house from outside,
and my pa had a hard time getting it and
“I can’t think of anything,” he lamented.
killing it, and that was why everything fell
“Yes, you can,- too. Stop saying that. over. It sure must have been a bad kind
Write about your dog or cat, if you can’t of one. because it scared her a lot, she was
think of anything else.” still shaking all the time. She was stand¬
“I haven’t any.” ing still, but she was all out of breath. I
asked her where it was and she said he
She went back to her papers. He raised carried it outside with him to get rid of it
his hand finally, to gain her attention. “Is far away from the house.
it all right to write about a dream ?” Then I saw where his hat got to when
he was having all that trouble catching it,
“I suppose so, if that’s the best you can and he never even missed it. It fell through
do,” she acquiesced. It seemed to be the the stove onto the ashis. So she picked it
only way out of the dilemma. “But I up out of there when I showed her, and
wanted you to write something that really the ashis made it look even cleaner than
happened. This was to test your powers of before when he had it on. Almost like new
Then she got some water and a brush
observation and description, as well as and started to scrub the kitchen floor where
your grammar and composition.” she said the varmint got it dirtied up. But
“This was part-true and only part a I couldn’t see where it was because she
got in the way. And she wouldn’t let me
dream,” he assured her. stay and watch, she made me go upstairs
fifteen minutes he stood before her with When she had finished it, Miss Prince
the effort completed. “All right, you can turned her head abruptly toward the door,
go home now,” she consented wearily. as if to recall the composition’s author.
“And the next time you come to school Needless to say, he had escaped by now
without your homework—” But the door into freedom, was no longer within reach.
Murder At Mother’s Knee 55
She sat on there for awhile, tapping her He stopped a minute at the other end of
pencil thoughtfully against the edge of her the room, stood there with his shoulders
teeth. shaking, then turned and came back. He
coughed a couple of times on the way over.
M ISS PRINCE settled herself uneasily
on one of the straight-backed chairs
“If there’s anything funny about this,
I fail to see it!”
against the wall that the desk-sergeant had “I’m sorry,” he said contritely, sitting
indicated to her, and waited, fiddling with down again. “It hit me so sudden, I
her handbag. couldn’t help it. A kid writes a composi¬
She felt out of place in a police-station tion, the first thing that comes into his
anteroom, and wondered what had made head, just so he can get it over and go
her come like this. Back in the school¬ out and play, and you come here on the
room it had seemed like a sensible impulse, strength of it and ask us to investigate.
and she had promptly acted upon it. Now Aw, now listen, lady—”
that she was here, for some reason it She surveyed him with eyes that were
seemed more impulsive than sensible. not exactly lanterns of esteem. “I cross-
Maybe she should have just taken it up questioned the youngster. Today, after
with the principal and let him decide— dais. Before coming here. He insists it
A pair of thick-soled brogues came wal¬ was not made up—that it’s true.”
loping out, stopped short before her, and “Naturally he would. The detail—I
she looked up. She’d never been face to mean the assignment, was for them to
face with a professional detective before. write about something true, wasn’t it ? He
This one didn’t look like one at all. He was afraid he’d have to do it over if he
looked more like a business man who had admitted it was imaginary.”
dropped into the police station to report “Just a minute, Mr.—”
his car stolen, or something. “Kendall,” he supplied.
“Anything I can do for you ?” he asked. “May I ask what your duties are here?”
“It’s—it’s just something that I felt I “I’m a detective attached to the Homi¬
ought to bring to your attention,” she cide Squad. That’s what you asked for.”
faltered. “I’m Emily Prince, of the Eng¬ It was now her turn to get in a dirty
lish Dpartment, over at the Benjamin lick. “I just wanted to make sure,” she
Harrison Public School.” She fumbled said dryly. “There’s been no way of tell¬
for the composition, extended it toward ing since I’ve been talking to you.”
him. “One of my pupils handed this in to “Ouch!” he murmured.
me yesterday afternoon.” “There are certain details given here,”
He read it over, handed it back to her. she went on, flourishing the composition
“I don’t get it,” he grinned. “You want at him, “that are not within the scope of
me to pinch the kid that wrote this, for a child’s imagination. Plere’s one: his
murdering the King’s English?” mother was standing still, but she was all
She flashed him an impatient look. "I out of breath. Here’s another: a hat lying
think it’s obvious that this child witnessed in just such and such a place. Here’s the
an act of violence, a crime of some sort, most pertinent of the lot: her scrubbing
without realizing its full implication,” she of the kitchen floor at that hour of the
said coldly. “You can read between the night. It’s full of little touches like that.
lines. I believe that a murder has taken It wouldn’t occur to a child to make up
place in that house, and gone undiscov¬ things like that. They’re too realistic and
ered. I think the matter should be inves¬ undramatic to appeal to it. A child’s
tigated.” flights of fancy would incline toward more
She stopped short. Pie had begun to fantastic things. Shadows and spooks and
act in a most unaccountable manner. The faces at the window. I deal in children.
lower part of his face began to twitch in I took a course in that. I know how their
various unrelated places, and a dull red minds work.”
flush overspread it. “Excuse me a min¬ “Well,” he let her know stubbornly, “I
ute,” he said in a choked voice, stood up deal in murders. I took a course in that.
abruptly, and walked away from her. She And I don’t run out making a fool of my¬
noticed him holding his hand against the self on the strength of a composition writ¬
side of his face, as if to shield it from view. ten by a kid in school!”
56 Dime Detective Magazine
She stood up so suddenly her chair skit¬ even after he got here. I can imagine
tered back into the wall. “Sorry if I’ve how tactful you were about it, too! ”
wasted your time. I’ll know better in the He thrust his jaw forward. “You know
future!” what I think is the matter with you?” he
“It’s not mine you’ve wasted,” he coun¬ told her bluntly. “I think you’re looking
tered. “It’s your own, I’m afraid.” for trouble! I think you’re just trying to
Her footsteps went machine-gunning find something wrong, no matter how you
out of the place. He went over and draped do it, to give yourself some excitement!”
himself against the sergeant’s desk. “Ever It was a case of perfect mutual hostility,
hear of anything like that? A kid in her although she may have had a slight edge
class writes a composition, and she—” on him in this regard.
It was a full ten minutes before they “Thank you for your co-operation, it’s
could quit roaring about it. been overwhelming!” she said arctically.
She snatched something from him as she
CHAPTER TWO turned away. “And will you kindly re¬
frain from marking the walls with that
Quiet Rooms for Rent piece of chalk! Pupils are punished when
when they had emerged from the building. me. Couldn’t I at least see one of the
rooms?” she coaxed. “There wouldn’t be
I T WAS even farther than she had ex¬
pected it to be, a weather-beaten, rather
any harm in that, would there?”
“N-no, I suppose not,” Mrs. Mason
depressing-looking farm-type of building, faltered.
well beyond the last straggling suburbs, She led the way up a badly-creaking
in full open country. It was set back a inner staircase. “There’s really only one
sizable distance from the road, and the room fit for anybody,” she apologized.
whole plottage around it had an air of “I’d only want it temporarily,” Miss
desolation and neglect. Its unpainted shut¬ Prince assured her. “Maybe a week or
ters hung down askew, and the porch-shed two at the most.”
was warped and threatened to topple over She looked around. It really wasn’t as
at one end. bad as she had been led to expect by the
Something could have happened out appearance of the house from the outside.
here quite easily, and gone unrevealed, she In other words, it was the masculine share
thought, judging by the looks of the place of the work, the painting and external re¬
alone. pairing, that was remiss. The feminine
A toilworn, timid-looking woman came share, the interior cleaning and keeping in
forward to meet them as they neared the order, was being kept up to the best of
door, wiping worried hands upon her Mrs. Mason’s ability. There was another
apron. “Mom, this is my teacher. Miss little suggestive sidelight to the situation
Prince,” Johnny introduced. in that, to Miss Prince.
At once the woman’s expression became She struck while the iron was hot. "I’ll
even more harassed and intimidated. “You take it,” she said firmly, and thrust the
been doing something you shouldn’t money she had been holding into the oth¬
again? Johnny, why can’t you be a good er’s undecided hand before she had time
boy?” to put forward any further objections.
“No, this has nothing to do with John¬ That did the trick.
ny’s conduct,” Emily Prince hastened to “I—I guess it’s all right,” Mrs. Mason
explain. She repeated the request for breathed, guiltily wringing her hands in
lodging she had already made to the boy. her apron some more. “I’ll tell Mr. Ma¬
It was obvious, at a glance, that the son it’s just for the time being.” She tried
suggestion frightened the woman. “I dun- to smile to make amends for her own
no,” she kept saying. “I dunno what Mr. trepidation. “He’s not partial to having
Mason will say about it. He ain’t in right strangers in with us—”
now.” “Why?” Miss Prince asked in her own
Johnny was registered at school under mind, with a flinty question-mark.
the name of Gaines. This must be the “But you being Johnny’s teacher—
boy’s step-father then. It was easy to see When will you be wanting to move in
that the poor, harassed woman before her with us?”
was completely dominated by him, who¬ Miss Prince had no intention of re¬
ever he was. That, in itself, from Miss linquishing the tactical advantage to be
Prince’s angle, was a very suggestive fac¬ gained by taking them by surprise like
tor. She made up her mind to get inside this. “I may as well stay, now that I’m
this house if she had to coax, bribe or out here,” she said. “I can have my things
browbeat her way in. sent out after me.”
She opened her purse, took out a large- She closed the door of her new quar¬
size bill, and allowed it to be seen in her ters and sat down to think.
hand, in readiness to seal the bargain. Until and unless she unearthed defi¬
The boy’s mother was obviously swayed nite, specific evidence that what John¬
by the sight of it, but still being held back ny had seen that night was what she
by fear of something. “We could use the thought it was, she must keep an open
money, of course,” she wavered. “But— mind and an unwarped sense of propor¬
but wouldn’t it be too far out for you, tion, she warned herself, and not be
here?” swayed by appearances alone, no matter
Miss Prince faked a slight cough. “Not how incriminating they seemed. Positive
at all. The country air would be good for evidence, not appearances.
58 Dime Detective Magazine
The sun was already starting to go “I can’t, Dirk, she already give me the
down when she heard the thud of an ap¬ money, and—and she ain’t going to be
proaching tread coming up the neglected here but a short spell anyway.”
dirt track that led to the door. She edged She heard him come out stealthily be¬
over to the window and peered cautiously low her, trying to listen up just as she
down. Mason, if that was he, was sin¬ was trying to listen down. An unnatural
gularly unprepossessing, evefi villainous- silence fell, prolonged itself unnaturally.
looking at first glance, much more so than It was like a grotesque cat-and-mouse
she had expected him to be. He was thick¬ play, one of them directly above the other,
set, strong as a steer in body, with lower¬ both reconnoitering at once.
ing, bushy black brows and small, treach¬ He turned and went back again at last,
erously alert eyes. He had removed a dis¬ when she was about ready to reel over
reputable, shapeless hat just as he passed from the long strain of holding herself
below her window on his way in, and was motionless. She crept back inside her
wiping the completely bald crown of his room and drew a long breath.
head with a soiled bandanna. The skin of If that hadn’t been a guilty reaction,
his scalp was sunburned, and ridged like what was? But it still wasn’t evidence,
dried leather. The adverse impression by any means. It could have been just
was so overwhelming that she felt it was nosiness, too.
too good to be true, not to be relied on. The porch-structure throbbed again,
Again, appearances. and someone else had come in. This must
She left the window, hastened across be the Ed she had heard them- mention.
the unreliable flooring of her room on She didn’t try to listen this time. There
arched feet to try and gain the doorway would never be a second opportunity quite
and overhear his first reaction, if pos¬ like the first. Whatever was said to him
sible. would be in a careful undertone. Mrs.
She strained her ears. This first mo¬ Mason came out shortly after, called up:
ment or two was going to offer an insight “Miss Prince, like to come down to
that was never likely to repeat itself quite supper?”
as favorably again, no matter how long The teacher steeled herself, opened the
she stayed here. door and stepped out. This was going to
“Where’s Ed?” she heard him grunt be a battle of wits. On their side they
unsociably. This was the first inkling she had an animal-like craftiness. On hers
had had that there was still another mem¬ she had intellect, a trained mind, and self-
ber of the household. Who he was and control.
what relationship he bore, she could only She felt she was really better equipped
conjecture. than they for warfare of this sort. She
“Still over in town, I guess,” she heard went down to enter the first skirmish.
Mrs. Mason answer timidly. She was ob¬
viously in mortal terror as she nerved T HEY were at the table eating already
herself to make the unwelcome announce¬ —such a thing as waiting for her had
ment she had to. The listener above could never entered their heads. They ate
tell that by the very ring of her voice. crouched over low—like the animals they
“Johnny’s teacher’s come to stay with us were—and that gave them the opportunity
—a little while. ” of watching her surreptitiously from their
There was suppressed savagery in his overhanging brows. Mrs. Mason said:
low-voiced rejoinder. “What’d you do “You can sit here next to Johnny. This
is my husband. And this is my step-son,
that for?” And then a sound followed
Ed.”
that Emily Prince couldn’t identify for a
second. A sort of quick, staggering foot¬ The brutality on the son’s face was less
fall. A moment later she realized what it deeply ingrained than on Mason’s. It
must have been. He had given the woman was only a matter of degree, however.
a violent push to express his disapproval. Like father, like son.
She heard her whimper: “She’s up “Evenin’,” Mason grunted.
there right now, Dirk.” The son only nodded, peering upward
“Get rid of her!” was the snarling an¬ at her in a half-baleful, half-suspicious
swer. way, plainly taking her measure.
Murder At Mother’s Knee 59
They ate in silence for awhile, though standing right over it. Then she pre¬
she could tell both their minds were busy tended to fumble her cloth, let it drop.
on the same thing: her presence here, She bent down for it, and planted the flat
thinking about that, trying to decide what of her hand squarely on the shadowy
it betokened. place, as if trying to retain her balance.
Finally Mason spoke. “Reckon you’ll She let it stay that way for a moment.
be staying some time?” She didn’t have to look at the other
"No,” she said quietly, “just a short woman. A heavy mug slipped through
while.” her hands and shattered resoundingly at
The son spoke next, after a considerable her feet. Emily Prince straightened up
lapse of time. She could tell he’d pre¬ again, and only then glanced over her
meditated the question for a full ten min¬ way. Mrs. Mason’s face had whitened a
utes past. “How’d you happen to pick little. She averted her eyes.
our place?” "She’s told me,” Miss Prince said to
“I knew Johnny, from my class. And herself with slow, inward satisfaction.
it’s quieter out here than farther in.” There hadn’t been a word exchanged
She caught the flicker of a look that between the two of them.
passed between them. She couldn’t read She went upstairs to her room a short
its exact meaning, whether acceptance of while after. If somebody had been mur¬
her explanation or skepticism. dered in that room she had just been in,
They shoved back their chairs, one what disposal had been made of the re¬
after the other, got up and turned away, mains? Something must have been done
without a word of apology. Mason saun¬ with them, they must be lying concealed
tered out into the dark beyond the porch. someplace around—a thing like that
Ed Mason stopped to strike a match to a couldn’t just be made to disappear.
cigarette he had just rolled. Even in the
She sat there shuddering on the edge
act of doing that, however, she caught his
of the cot, wondering: “Am I going to
head turned slightly sideways toward her,
have nerve enough to sleep here tonight,
watching her veiledly when he thought she
under the same roof with a couple of pos¬
wasn’t looking.
sible murderers ?” She drew the necessary
The older man’s voice sounded from
courage, finally, from an unexpected quar¬
outside: “Ed, come out here a minute, I
ter. The image of Detective Kendall
want to talk to you.”
flashed before her mind, laughing uproar¬
She knew what about—they were going iously at her. “I certainly am!” she
to compare impressions, possibly plot a seethed. “I’ll show him whether I’m right
course of action. or not!” And she proceeded to blow out
The first battle was a draw. No hits, the lamp and lie down.
no steals, no errors.
She got up and went after Mrs. Mason. CHAPTER THREE
“I’ll help you with the dishes.” She
wanted to get into that kitchen. Nobody Missing
She couldn’t see it at first. She kept
using her eyes, scanning the floor sur¬
reptitiously while she. wiped Mrs. Mason’s
I N THE morning sunlight the atmos¬
phere of the house was less macabre,
thick, chipped crockery. Finally she more bearable. She rode in to school with
thought she detected something. A Johnny on the bus, and for the next six
shadowy bald patch, so to speak. It was hours put all thoughts of the grisly matter
both cleaner than the surrounding area, she was engaged upon out of her mind,
as though it had been scrubbed vigorous¬ while she devoted herself to parsing, syn¬
ly, and yet at the same time it was over¬ tax and participles.
cast. There were the outlines of a stain After she had dismissed class that af¬
still faintly discernible. But it wasn’t very ternoon she went around to her former
conspicuous, just the shadow of a shadow. quarters to pick up a few belongings. This
She said to herself: “She’ll tell me. I’ll was simply to allay suspicion out at the
find out from her what I want to know.” Masons’. She left the greater part of her
She moved aimlessly around, pretend¬ things undisturbed where they were, to
ing to dry off something, until she was be held for her.
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She was waiting for the bus, collected sufficient to have withered the entire first
parcels beside her, when Kendall hove three rows of any of her classes. “You’re
into sight on the opposite side of the wasting your breath, my textbook expert.
street. He was the last person she was The trouble with hard-and-fast rules is
anxious to meet under the circumstances. jthat they always let a big chunky excep¬
She pretended not to recognize him, but it tion slip by, and then try to ignore it be¬
didn’t work. He crossed over to her, cause it doesn’t get inside the frame.”
stopped, touched his hat-brim, and grin¬ He shoved a helpless palm at her.
ned. “You seem to be moving. Give you “But there’s nobody missing, man woman
a hand with those?” or child, within our entire jurisdiction,
“I can manage,” she said distantly. and that goes out well beyond the Mason
He eyed the bus right-of-way specu¬ place. Word would have come in to us by
latively, then followed it with his gaze out now if there were! How’re you going to
toward its eventual destination. “It get around that?”
wouldn’t be out to the Mason place?” “Then why don’t you go out after it, to
Which was a smarter piece of deduction places from which it wouldn’t be likely to
than she had thought him capable of. come in to you of its own accord?” she
“It happens to be.” flared. “Why don’t you take this main
To her surprise, his face sobered. “I road, this interstate highway that runs
wouldn’t fool around with people of that through here, and zone it off, and then
type,” he said earnestly. “It’s not the work your way back along it, zone by
safest thing to try on anyone. ” zone, and find out if anyone’s missing from
Instantly she whirled on him, to take other people’s jurisdictions? Believe me,”
advantage of the flaw she thought she de¬ she added crushingly, “the only reason I
tected in his line of reasoning. “You’re suggest you do it, is that you have the
being inconsistent, aren’t you? If some¬ facilities and I haven’t!”
thing happened out there which they want He nodded with tempered considera¬
to keep hidden, I agree it’s not safe. tion. “That could be done,” he admitted.
Which isn’t going to stop me. But you say “I’ll send out routine inquiries to the main
nothing happened out there. Then why townships along tire line. I’d hate to have
shouldn’t it be safe?” to give my reasons for checking up,
“Look,” he said patiently, “you’re go¬ though, in case I was ever pinned down to
ing at this from an entirely wrong angle. it: ‘A kid in school here wrote a compo¬
There’s a logical sequence to things like sition in which he mentioned he saw his
this.” He told off his fingers at her, as mother scrubbing the kitchen floor at two
though she were one of her own pupils, in the morning.’ ” He grinned ruefully.
which was to her only an added insult. “Now why don’t you just let it go at that,
“First, somebody has to be missing or un¬ leave it in our hands ? In case I get a bite
accounted for. Second, the body itself, on any of my inquiries. I could drop out
or evidence sufficiently strong to take the there myself and look things over—”
place of an actual body, has to be brought She answered this with such vehemence
to light. The two of them are interchange¬ that he actually retreated a step away
able, but one or the other of them always from her on the sidewalk. “I’ll do my
has to precede an assumption of murder. own looking over, thank you! I mayn’t
That’s the way we work. Your first step know all the rules in the textbook, but at
is an imaginary composition written by least I’m able to think for myself. My
an eight-year-old child. Even in the com¬ mind isn’t in handcuffs! Here comes my
position itself, which is your whole bus. Good day, Mr. Kendall!”
groundwork, there’s no direct evidence He thrust his hat back and scratched
given. No assault was seen by the kid, no under it. “Whew!” she heard him whistle
body of any victim was seen either before softly to himself, as she clambered aboard
or after death. In other words, you’re with her baggage.
reading an imaginary crime between the
lines of an account that’s already im¬
aginary in itself. You can’t get any fur¬
I T WAS still too early in the day for
the two men to be on hand when she
ther away from facts than that.” reached the Mason place. She found Mrs.
She loosed a blast of sarcasm at him Mason alone in the kitchen. A stolen
Murder At Mother’s Knee 61
glance at the sector of flooring that had Miss Prince waited a moment, to keep
been the focus of her attention the prev¬ the question from sounding too leading.
ious night, while she stood chatting with Then she asked casually: “Has your well
the woman, revealed a flagrant change. been—unfit to use for very long?”
Something had been done to it since then, She didn’t really need the answer. New
and whatever it was, the substance used grass was sprouting everywhere, but it
must have been powerfully corrosive. The had barely begun to overgrow the footpath
whole surface of the wood was now yet. She thought the woman’s eyes
bleached and shredded, as though it had avoided her, but that might have been
been eaten away by something. Its simply the chronic hangdog look that was
changed aspect was far more incriminat¬ a result of her browbeaten attitude.
ing now than if it had been allowed to re¬ “ ’Bout two or three weeks,” she mum¬
main as it was, to her way of thinking. bled reluctantly.
They had simply succeeded in proving that Birds agitated in a cornfield. A well
the stain was not innocent, by taking such suddenly unfit for use for the last two or
pains to efface it. Be that as it might, it three weeks. And then, in a third direc¬
was no longer evidence now, even if it tion, straight over and across, the woods,
had been to start with. It was only a place secretive and brooding as always. Three
where evidence had been. possibilities. Three choices in direction.
She opened the back door and looked But only one of them the right one.
out at the peaceful sunlit fields that sur¬ She said to herself: “She told me
rounded the place, with a wall of woodland something I wanted to know once before.
bringing up in the distance on one side. Maybe I can get her to tell me what I
She pretended to gulp enjoyable quantities want to know now too.” Those who live
of air. It was enjoyable, but she wasn’t in the shadow of fear have poor defenses.
thinking of that. In one direction, up The teacher said briskly: “I think I’ll go
from the house, they had corn growing. for a nice long stroll in the open. ”
The stalks were head-high, could have She put her to a test, probably one of
concealed anything. A number of black the most peculiar ever devised. Instead of
specks—birds, but whether crows or just turning and striking out at once, as a man
what species she wasn’t rustic enough to would have in parting from someone, she
be able to tell—were hovering above one began to retreat slowly, half-turned back¬
particular spot, darting busily in and out. wards toward her as she drew away,
They’d rise above it and circle and then chattering as she went, as though unable
go down in again, but they didn’t stray to tear herself away, to cover up the close
very far from it. Only that one place held scrutiny she was subjecting her to.
any attraction for them. She retreated first in the general direc¬
Down the other way, again far off, so tion of the cornfield, as though intending
far off as to be almost indistinguishable, to ramble among the stalks. The woman
she could make out a low quadrangular just stood there immobile in the doorway,
object that seemed to be composed of looking after her.
cobblestones or large rocks. It had a The teacher closed in again, as though
dilapidated shed over it on four uprights. inadvertently, under necessity of some¬
A faint, wavering footpath led to it. thing she had just remembered she
“What’s that?” she asked. wanted to tell her. “Oh, by the way,
Mrs. Mason didn’t answer for a mo¬ could you spare me an extra chair for my
ment. Then she said, somewhat unwill¬ room, I—”
ingly, the questioner thought: “Used to Then when she again made to part
be our well. Can’t use it now, needs shor¬ company with her, it was in a diametric¬
ing up. Water’s all sediment.” ally opposite direction, along the footpath
“Then where do you get water from?” that coursed toward the well, as if with¬
Miss Prince asked. out noticing where her steps were taking
“We’ve been going down the road and her. “Any kind of a chair will do,” she
borrowing it from the people at the next called back talkatively. “Just so long as
place down, carrying it back in a bucket. it has a seat and four—”
It’s a long ways to go, and they don’t like The woman just stood there, eyeing her
it much neither.” without a flicker.
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She changed her mind, came back again just as much as they’d have to watch theirs
the few yards she had already traveled. with her. A good deal depended on
“The sun’s still hot, even tfiis late,” she whether the woman was an active ally of
prattled. She pretended to touch the top the two men, or just a passive thrall in¬
of her head. “I don’t think I care to walk volved against her will.
in the open. I think I’ll go over that way She was up to the outermost trees now,
instead, those woods look nice and cool and soon they had closed around her, the
from here. I always did like to roam house and its watcher was gone from
around in woods—” sight, and a pall of cool blue twilight had
dimmed everything. She beat her way
T HE woman’s eyes seemed to be a little
larger now, as she shifted directions
slowly forward. It was not a dense copse,
the trees were not set thickly together by
in accordance with this restless boarder any means, but it was extensive, it covered
of hers. She swallowed hard. Miss Prince a lot of ground. There were avenues,
could distinctly see the lump go down the alleys running through it in various direc¬
scrawny lines of her throat. She started tions, natural ones, not man-made, but
to say something, then she didn’t after none of them was continuous, it just
all. It was flagrantly obvious, the way happened to be the way the trunks were
her whole body had seemed to lean for¬ ranged around.
ward for a moment, then subside again She had not expected anything so
against the door-frame. Her hands, inert miraculous as to stumble on something
until now, had begun to mangle her apron. the moment she stepped in here. It was
It was almost like a pinwheel, the way it quite likely that she would come out again
swirled one way, then the other, in their none the wiser this time. And many more
hidden clutch. times to come. But she intended returning
here again and again if necessary, until—
Not a sound came from her. Yet,
If there had been a murder, then there
though the test seemed to have failed, it
was a body somewhere. Johnny had
had succeeded. Miss Prince went on, this
turned his composition in three days ago.
time without any further backward par¬
Even if his “dream” had taken place two
leying.
or three weeks before that, there must
“I know the right direction now,” she still be a body somewhere. There would
was saying to herself grimly, as she still be a body a year from now.
trudged along, head bent. “It’s in the
She was getting tired now, and she was
woods. It’s somewhere in the woods.”
already none too sure of her own where¬
She went slow. Idly. Putting little de¬ abouts. She spotted a half-submerged
tours and curleycues into her line of prog¬ stump protruding from the damp, moldy
ress, to seem aimless, haphazard. She turf and sat down on it, fighting down a
knew, without turning, long after the suspicion that was trying to form in the
house was a tiny thing behind her, that the back of her mind that she had lost herself.
woman was still there in the doorway, A thing like that, if it ever got to that
straining her eyes after her, watching her Kendall's ears, would be all that was
all the way to the edge of the woods. She needed to complete his hilarity at her ex¬
knew, too, that that had been a give-and- pense. The stump was green all over with
take back there just now. The woman some sort of fungus, but she was too tired
had told her what she wanted to know, to care. The ground in here remained in
but she had told the woman a little some¬ a continual state of moldy dampness, she
thing too. She must have, she couldn’t noticed. The sun never had a chance to
possibly have failed to, in the course of the reach through the leafy ceiling of the trees
mental fencing-match they had just had. and dry it out.
If nothing else, that she wasn’t quite as
scatterbrained, as frivolous, as she had CHAPTER FOUR
seemed to be about which direction to take
for her stroll. Nothing definite maybe, Nightmare
but just a suspicion that she wasn’t hang¬
ing around out here altogether for her
health.
S HE had been sitting there perhaps two
minutes at the most, when a faint
She’d have to watch her step with them, scream of acute fright reached her from
Murder At Mother’s Knee 63
a distance. It was thin and piping, and nothing visible but a broil of sand-smoking
must have been thin even at its source. water around his legs. She hauled back¬
She jarred to her feet. That had sounded wards from him with every ounce of
like the voice of a child, not a grown-up. strength she had in her body, and sud¬
It repeated itself, and two others joined denly he floundered free over the lip of the
in with it, as frightened as the first, if less low spillway.
shrilly acute. She started to run, as fast The three of them immediately re¬
as the trackless nature of the ground treated to the safety of the bank, and she
would allow, toward the direction from followed. “What got you so frightened?”
which she believed the commotion was she asked.
coming. “Don’t you know what that is?” John¬
She could hear water splashing, and ny said, still whimpering. "A quicksand!
then without any further warning she Once that gets you—”
came crashing out onto the margin of a There could be no mistaking the genu¬
sizable and completely screened-off wood¬ ineness of their fright. His two compan¬
land pool. It was shaped like a figure ions had scuttled off for home without
eight. further ado, finishing their dressing on
At the waist, where it narrowed, the hoof as they went.
there was an irregular- bridge of flat-sur¬ “Look, I’ll show you.” He picked up
faced stones, although the distances be¬ a fist-sized rock, shied it in. What hap-
tween them were unmanageable except pended sent a slight chill down her spine.
by sprinting. There was a considerable The stone lay there for a moment, motion¬
difference in height between the two sec¬ less and perfectly visible through the
tions, and the water coursed into the lower crystalline film of water. Then there was
one in a placid, silken waterfall stretching a slight concentric swirl of the sand im¬
the entire width of the basin. This lower mediately around it, a dimple appeared on
oval was one of the most remarkable its surface, evened out again, and sud¬
things she had ever seen. It was shallow, denly the stone wasn’t there any more.
the water was only about knee-high in it, The sand lay as smooth and satiny as
and it was surfaced with dazzling creamy- ever, clean and delightful-looking. The
white sand. There was something clean delayed timing was what was so horrible
and delightful-looking about it. about it.
Two small boys in swimming-trunks, “We’d better go,” she said, taking a
one of them Johnny Gaines, were arched step backward from it.
over two of the stepping-stones, frantic¬ “The upper pool’s all right, it’s only got
ally tugging at a third who hung sus¬ gravel at the bottom,” Johnny was ex¬
pended between them, legs scissoring plaining, wiping off his hair with a hand¬
wildly across the surface of the sleek sand ful of leaves.
below. “Keep moving them!” she heard She didn’t hear him. She was ex¬
Johnny shriek just as she got there. amining the branch of a bush growing
“Don’t let ’em stay still!” beside the bank that had swung back into
She couldn’t understand the reason for place again in her wake. It formed an
their obvious terror. The water below him acute angle such as is never found in
certainly wasn’t deep enough to drown nature. It was badly fractured halfway
anybody— out along its length. She reached for a
“Help us, lady!” the other youngster second frond, a third, fingered them. Their
sobbed. “Help us get him back up over spines were all broken in that same way.
the edge here!” Her face paled a little. She moved
She kicked off the impediment of her around the entire perimeter of the bush,
high-arched shoes, picked her way out to handling its shoots, careful to overstep the
them along the stones, displaced the near¬ treacherous cup under her. Then she
est one’s grip with her own on the flound¬ examined the neighboring bushes in the
ering object of rescue. He wouldn’t come same way. The fractures were all on the
up for a minute, even under the added landward side, away from the pool. The
pull of her adult strength, and she couldn’t tendrils that overhung the water itself,
make out what was holding him, there was that anyone in difficulties in the sand
64 Dime Detective Magazine
could have been expected to grasp at and Mrs. Mason said in a stifled voice,
cling to, were all perfectly undamaged, “Sh-h, Johnny.”
arching gracefully just the way they had There was only one answer she could
grown. make. “I haven’t got around to reading
She came away with a puzzled look on it yet.” Something made her add: “It's
her face. But only that, no increased up there on the table in my room right
pallor.
At the edge of the woods, just before Mason resumed eating. Then his son
they came out into the open again, the followed suit.
youngster beside her coaxed plaintively: She had given them all the rope they
“Miss Prince, don’t gimme ’way about needed. Let them go ahead and hang
going swimming in there, will you?” themselves now. If the composition dis¬
“Won’t they notice your hair’s damp?” appeared, as she was almost certain it was
“Sure, but I can say I went swimming going to, that would be as good as an ad¬
in the mill-pond, down by the O’Brien mission in itself that—
place. I’m allowed to go there.” She purposely lingered below, helping
“Oh, it’s just that—that place we just Mrs. Mason as she had the night before.
came from they don’t want you to go Then when she came out of the kitchen
again and made ready to go up to her
He nodded. room, they were both sprawled out slug¬
That could have been because of the gishly in the adjoining room. Whether
quicksand—possibly. Then again it could one of them had made a quick trip up the
have been for other reasons as well. “Have stairs and down again, she had no way of
they always told you to keep away from knowing—until she got up there herself.
there?” she hazarded. Mason’s eyes followed her in a strange¬
It paid off. “No’m, only lately,” he ly steadfast way as she started up the
said guilelessly. stairs. Just what the look signified she
Only lately. She decided she was going couldn’t quite make out. It made her un¬
to pay another visit to that cannibal sand- easy, although it wasn’t directly threaten¬
bed. With a long pole, perhaps. ing in itself. It had some other quality that
she couldn’t figure, a sort of shrewd com¬
T HE evening meal began in deceptive placency. Just before she reached the turn
and passed from sight he called out:
calmness. Although the two Masons
continued to watch her in sullen silence, “Have a good night’s sleep, Miss.” She
there already seemed to be less of overt saw a mocking flicker of the eyes pass
suspicion and more of just casual curiosity between him and Ed.
in their underbrow glances. A casual re¬ She didn’t answer. The hand with
mark from Johnny suddenly brought on which she was steadying the lamp-chim¬
a crisis when she was least expecting it. ney she was taking up with her, shook a
The youngster didn’t realize the dynamite little as she let herself into her room and
in his remark. “Did I pass, in that com¬ closed the door. She moved a chair before
position I handed in?” he asked all at it as a sort of frail barricade. Then she
once. And then, before she could stop hurried to the table and sifted through
him in time, he blurted out: “You know, the homework papers stacked on it.
the one about the dream I had, where I It was there. It hadn’t been touched.
came down and—” It was out of the alphabetical order she
Without raising eyes from the table she was always careful to keep her papers in,
could sense the tightening-up of tension it had gotten in between the M’s and N’s
around her. It was as noticeable as in some way, but it had been left there
though an electric current was streaking undisturbed for her to read at will.
around the room. Ed Mason forgot to go That puzzled, almost crestfallen look
ahead eating, he just sat looking down at that she’d had at the pool that afternoon,
his plate. Then his father stopped too, and came back to her face again. She’d been
looked at his own plate. There was a soft positive she’d find it missing.
slur of shoe-leather inching along the floor She retired and blew out the lamp
from somewhere under the table. finally.
Murder At Mother’s Knee 65
she alighted from the bus in town. that had started all the trouble, staring
“How’re things going? Get onto any¬ her in the face again. She started to re¬
thing yet?” read it. She was standing up at first. Be¬
She made a move to brush by him, first, fore she had finished she was seated once
without answering. more. She turned and looked over at the
“I haven’t received anything definite dress she had just put away. Then she
yet on any of those inquiries I sent out,” got up and took it out again. That and
he went on. the other things that had preceded it.
She turned and faced him. “You won’t, There was a timid knock on the door
either. You can forget the whole thing! and Mrs. Mason looked in at her. “I
All right, laugh, you’re entitled to it! You thought maybe you’d like me to help you
were right and I was wrong. Now go get your things together,” she faltered.
ahead, make the most of it!” Miss Prince eyed her with cool imper¬
“You mean you don’t think—” turbability. “I didn’t say anything about
“I mean I practically saw the same leaving. What gave you that idea? I’m
thing the boy did, with my own eyes, last staying—at least for awhile longer.”
night and it wasn’t anything of the sort. The woman’s hand started out toward
It was just a family row! I’ve made a fool her, in a palsied gesture of supplication
out of myself and gone to a lot of trouble, and warning. She seemed about to say
for nothing!” something. Then she quickly closed the
“What’re you going to do?” door again with stealthy terror.
“I’m going to pack my things and come
away from there, right today, you can be TTER main worry was to get down the
sure of that!” -■--I- venerable stairs without causing them
“Don’t take it too hard—” he tried to to creak and betray her. The house lay
console her. steeped in midnight silence. She had felt
She stalked away. At least, she had to certain Mason and his son were inveterate
admit to herself, he’d been decent enough snorers when asleep, she had heard them
not to say, “I told you so,” and laugh at other times, even downstairs when they
right out in her face. Oh well, he was dozed after meals. Tonight for some
probably saving it up to enjoy it more fully reason she couldn’t hear them.
back at the station-house with his cronies. She didn’t use the pocket-light she had
Mrs. Mason was alone in the kitchen provided herself with, for fear of at¬
again when she returned that afternoon to tracting attention while still within the
get her things together. There hadn’t house. The real need for that would be
been time before school in the morning. later, over there in the woods. The stairs
The woman looked at her questioningly, accomplished without mishap, it was a
but the teacher didn’t say anything about fairly easy matter to slip the bolt on the
her imminent departure. Time enough to back door and get out without too much
announce it when she came down again. noise. There was a full moon up, but
In her room she picked up the dress whether it would be much help where she
she’d had on the afternoon before and was going, she doubted.
started to fold it over. Something caught She stole around to the back of the
her eye. There was a viscous stain, a rickety tool-house and retrieved the long-
blotch, on the rear of it that she hadn’t poled pitchfork she had concealed there in
noticed until now. She looked at it more readiness earlier in the evening. Its tines
closely, as though unable to account for it. were bent, and with a little manipulation,
Then she remembered sitting down on a it might serve as a sort of grappling hook
half-submerged stump for a moment, just if—if there was anything for it to hook
before hearing the boys’ cries of distress. onto where she was taking it. A button
“No more appearances!” she warned her¬ was all she needed, a rotting piece of suit¬
self half under her breath, and tossed the ing an inch square. Evidence. Until she
garment into the open bag. had that, she couldn’t go to Kendall about
She picked up the batch of school papers this, she had to keep on working alone.
lying on the table to follow suit with them. Not after what she had admitted to him
There was that composition of Johnny’s that morning.
Murder At Mother’s Knee 67
only dimly aware of it, too taken up in “You’d better get back there and go to
her own floundering doom. It reached her work. Even before you got the rope
vaguely, like something through a black around me, the downward pull had
mist. An intermittent winking as of fire¬ stopped, I noticed. I seemed to be stand¬
flies here and there, each one followed by ing on something.
a loud crack like the breaking of a heavy “We got them both,” Kendall said.
bough. And heavy forms were crashing “And of course the mere fact that they
through the thickets in several directions would try anything like that on you is
at once, two of them fleeing along the edge the give-away, evidence or no evidence.”
of the pool, others fanning out farther “How did you get out here on time?”
back, as if to intercept them. There was
“One of those inquiries I sent out
one final crack, a floundering fall, and then
finally paid off. A commercial traveler
a breathless voice nearby said: “Don’t
named Kenneth Johnson was reported
shoot—I give up!”
missing, from way over in Jordanstown.
A light, stronger than the one she had
He was supposed to show up at Indian
brought, suddenly flashed out, caught her,
River, out beyond here in the other direc¬
steadied, lighting up the whole pool. Her
tion, and he never got there, dropped from
screams had dwindled to weak wails now,
sight somewhere along the way, car and
simply because she hadn’t enough breath
all. He was carrying quite a gob of money
left. She was writhing there like a crazed
with him. He left three weeks ago, but it
rumba-dancer, still upright, but her legs
wasn’t reported until now, because he was
already gone past the knees.
only expected back around this time. I
“Hurry up, help me with this girl!” a
only got word around eleven tonight, a
voice shouted somewhere behind the blind¬ little over an hour ago. I thought of the
ing light. “Don’t you see what they’ve
Masons right away, but mainly thanks to
done to her ?” The pole of the same pitch-
you. I started right out here with a couple
fork she had used was thrust out toward
of my partners to have a little talk with
her. “Hang onto this a minute.” She
them, look around, but never dreaming
clutched it with both hands. A moment
that you were still here yourself. Then a
later a noosed rope had splashed into the little past the next house down, the
water around her. “Pass your arms
O’Brien place, we met the kid, Johnny,
through that and tighten it around you
running along the road lickety-split, on his
under them. Grab hold now! Now kick
way to phone in to us from there and get
out behind you!”
help. His mother had finally gotten pangs
For minutes nothing happened, she of conscience and thrown off her fear of
didn’t seem to move at all, though there her husband and step-son long enough to
must have been at least three of them be¬ try to save you from what she guessed
hind the rope, judging by the amount of was going to happen.”
pull it was exerting. “Are we hurting
you?” Then suddenly there was a crumb¬
ling feeling of the sand all around her
S HE came out again the first thing next
morning. Kendall came forward to
trapped legs and she came out flounder- meet her as she neared the pool. He told
ingly, like a dead fish. her they’d finally gotten the car out a
Kendall was one of them, of course, and little after daybreak, with the help of a
even the brief glimpse she had of his face farm-tractor run in under the trees, plenty
by torchlight made her wonder how she of stout ropes, and some grappling hooks.
could have ever felt averse to running into She could see the weird-looking sand-en-
him at any time. She certainly didn’t feel crusted shape standing there on the bank,
that way now. scarcely recognizable for what it was.
They carried her out of the woods in “Kenneth Johnson all right,” Kendall
a “chair” made of their hands and put said quietly, “and still inside it when we
her into a police-car waiting at the edge got it up. But murdered before he was
of the fields, although she was already ever swallowed up in the sand. I have a
beginning to insist that her feet were all confession from the two Masons. He gave
right, just “pins and needles” with numb¬ Ed a hitch back along the road that night,
ness. like a fool. Mason got him to step in for
Murder at Mother’s Knee 69
a minute on some excuse or other, when place and manner that Johnny had seen
they’d reached his place, so he’d have a the other hat, Johnson’s, lying the first
chance to rifle his wallet. Johnson caught time. Both fell through the open scuttle-
him in the act, and Mason and his ac¬ hole in the stove onto the ashes below. Is
complice of a father murdered him be¬ it probable that a hat, flung off some¬
tween them with a flatiron. Then they body’s head in the course of a struggle,
put him back in the car, drove him over would land in the identical place twice?
here, and sent it in. No need to go any Hardly. Things like that just don’t
closer, it’s not a very pretty sight.” happen. It had been deliberately placed
On the way out he asked: “But what there for me to see, to point up the simi¬
made you change your mind so suddenly ? larity with what had happened before.”
Only yesterday morning when I met you That night, safely ensconced back in
you were ready to—” her old quarters in town, she was going
“I sat down on a stump not far from over back-schoolwork when her landlady
the pool, and afterwards I discovered knocked on the door. “There’s a gentle¬
axle-grease on my dress. It was so damp man downstairs to see you. He says it’s
and moldy in there that the clot that had not business, but social.”
fallen from the car hadn’t dried out yet, Miss Prince smiled a little. “I think I
the way it would have in the open. Why know who it is. Tell him I’ll be right
should a car be driven in there where there down as soon as I’ve finished grading
was no road? these papers.”
“But the main thing. was still that She picked up Johnny Gaines’. She
famous composition of Johnny’s. I hap¬ marked it A-plus, the highest possible
pened to reread that, immediately after mark she could give, without bothering
the re-enactment they had staged for my for once about grammar, punctuation or
particular benefit. Ed Mason’s hat, the spelling. Then she put on her hat, turned
second time, was lying in the exact same down the light, and went out.
Name . (\
Address.
Donor .
Address. f
□ Check here if gift card is to be sent. DIME DETECTIVE, vt
205 E. 42nd St., N. Y. C. #
DEATH WITH FATHER
ness. ’Bye,” and he took himself out of my he owned the finest home in Ivers City
life. and two Packards.
Ivers City didn’t pamper itself with red¬ “Didn’t we, though?” I said sourly.
caps, so I shouldered my way into the “What brings you to our fair village
almost empty, dingy, varnished waiting- this time? Maybe we can make up for
room, lugging my own grip, heading for the tough luck you had before.”
the phone booths. “I won’t be here long enough. I’ve got
The white-haired old lady had with¬ a little item to pass to your D. A. It’s
drawn further away from the swarming probably not even of interest but I was on
platform, was still forlornly examining the Coast and had to pass through here
the time-table, holding pince-nez on nose on my way back to N. Y. So I thought
with a white-gloved hand. She was elegant I’d just drop it off in passing.”
in a white dress with small black figures, His shining, crooked eyes gave me a
a black-and-white bonnet. Apart from her careful scrutiny. “You wouldn’t fool an
obvious confusion with the schedule, she old pal, would you?”
had a sturdy, almost a cheerful, independ¬ “Not over this. I’ll be gone in an hour.
ence about her and her finely wrinkled Excuse me. I have to make a phone call.
face was pink-cheeked. It’s after five thirty and I don’t want the
I had to walk straight at her—she was party to go home on me.”
just beyond the booths—and her bright
blue eyes jumped up to mine in bewildered
appeal. She made a helpless little wave of
1 SLID into a booth, stared out at them
stolidly, till they moved out of ear¬
the folder with one hand, a little gesture shot. Then I closed the door and flipped
with the other—that gesture was some¬ through the hanging phone book and
how familiar too — opened her mouth — called the D. A.
and then her eyes went wide. Looking “Mr. Glisselin?” I said, when I finally
over my shoulder, she looked awed and got him. I recalled myself to him. “You
alarmed, open-mouthed. were just an assistant then, but I under¬
An easy, booming voice that had the stand you’re the big noise now. Well,
trace of a chuckle in it said behind me: listen and then tell me not to bother you.
“Acme Insurance, ain’t it? I thought I “I was just chasing a couple of jewel-
recognized you.” thief brothers out on the Coast. One of
I turned and looked at a big, genial them misjudged and fell off a train trying
Irish face, with snapping, laughing brown to get away. I wouldn’t bother you with
eyes. That is, they would have been laugh¬ it, except that these lugs are pretty
ing except that the left one had a slight deadly—and pretty big-time. I took sixty
cast in it. The resultant effect was in¬ thousand in ice off the dead one, as well
expressibly sly and greedy. The face was as a Mauser pistol and a letter. The letter
under a uniformed cap and above a heavy- was in an envelope but he hadn’t addressed
set body in a police lieutenant’s uniform. it yet, so I don’t know who it was to. I
A second uniform—a sergeant’s—moved have it here and I’ll read it to you.”
away from behind him and I recognized “Dear Ab:
that one’s scarred and battered blond face You had it right about this lip being
and dull gray eyes—Sergeant Boyle. formerly in Ivers City. He came here
The lieutenant chuckled. “Now, don’t some years back. I have given the twist
tell me you’ve forgot me—Murtagh, head¬ in his office a play, but she is tough going.
quarters? We had doings four years back All I can say is that he guards the stuff
when you were here chasing that em¬ like it was diamonds, in his private safe,
bezzling department store cashier your and that he has a reminder on his desk
company bonded.” pad to send it on to Ivers City on the 21st.
My memory must have been having an I’d like to try and get more on this for
off day to forget this one. I’ll always you, but unfortunately I have to powder
swear the bank cashier I was chasing got out of here, on account of some heat that
away only because I was fool enough to go has cropped up. Hope this much makes
to headquarters and confide in this same sense anyway, to whatever you’re cooking.
Murtagh. That was before I learned that Yours, Harry.”
72 Dime Detective Magazine
I tucked it away. “Does it make any foolish. Either they were too clever at the
sense ? Do you want it or... ?” trailing dodge for me, or else they were
“My God,” he burst suddenly out of a not taking the interest in me that I had
long silence. “Of course! Of course! I brashly assumed. I saw no sign of them.
get it now! How—yes, of course I want By the time I was at Tompkins Square,
it! Can you—would you bring it down I gave up mucking about and drove
here? I can’t tell you how much I’d ap¬ straight over towards the Criminal Courts
preciate. . . How long before you could Building.
get it here?” Here, Ivers City had not stinted itself.
“You’re still in the old Criminal Courts The building was of glistening white
Building on the Square? Well, half an marble, ten stories high, as trim and sweet
hour. I’m driving and I’ll have to park—” a structure as you’d care to see. It sat at
“No, no—I’ll be waiting on the steps the north end of the square—a sort of
for you. I—I’d like to talk to you. Maybe cement park covering an area of approxi¬
we can have dinner. . . .” mately six square blocks, with a few
“All right. I’ll be there in half an fountains and statues in its middle, and
hour.” the heart of the city’s financial district
scattered around in tall office buildings on
W HEN I came out, I was vaguely sur¬
prised to find the waiting-room com¬
the other three sides.
The broad marble steps of the law
pletely deserted. I assumed this was building were fairly busy—even though
Murtagh’s idea of strategy, and fully ex¬ most of its offices had closed at five. It
pected him to pop up on my tail presently. seemed to me that this department of
I really can’t say that, as I pushed the Ivers City life had always been extremely
old convertible downtown, I was very busy—and maybe a hundred people, all
seriously interested in the cryptic note. It told, were passing up to or coming down
meant nothing to me. If Glisselin saw from, the building. But I saw Glisselin
anything valuable in it that was fine with immediately.
me, but it was not my worry. The only He was standing on the bottom step, a
item in the whole affair that midged me little narrow-faced ferret of a man, the
was a vague, gnawing grudge against the very last rays of the setting sun glinting
tricky-eyed Murtagh and a solid mistrust on his pomaded, thin black hair and on his
of him. thick spectacles as he peered this way and
Just to be on the safe side, I took the that. I skirted the fountain and sent the
note from my pocket, opened my suitcase old convertible idling up to the curb in
and shoved aside the Mauser that lay on front of him, gave the horn a little touch.
top, to get at the false side-flap pocket. He jerked his eyes down to me—and
Then I decided that if I were going to then came hurrying across the sidewalk
hide the thing I might as well hide it and around to climb in the passengers’
thoroughly. I took out the note in its side. I leaned over and undid the catch,
envelope and rolled it into a cylinder, let the door swing open.
made sure I was unobserved and flipped He put one foot on the running board.
open the tube that housed the ignition “This is awfully good of you. Maybe....”
wiring on my steering-shaft, popped it in A gout of blood lobbed out of his eye-
and snapped’ it closed. I had conceived socket and slapped warmly on my hand on
and constructed this hiding-place with the seat before I heard the distant crack
my own hands and it had not been dis¬ of the rifle. He fell down on his face
covered by anyone in a year and a half. moaning, his glasses flying to splinters.
Nor was it now. Angry hornets hummed around my
I was in no great hurry so I tried to head. One slug plowed into the seat under
spot Murtagh and his sergeant taking my me, burned my pants like a red-hot iron.
dust. I put on a real thorough act for My hair stood on end. I snatched the
them. I tried every trick of twisting and Mauser from the still-open bag, wrenched
doubling—even of stopping and slipping myself frantically backwards out my door
into a doorway—but by the time I entered and dived for the shelter of the rear tire
the downtown section I was feeling a little of the convertible.
Death With Father 73
I thought I might as well have one of the sharp-nosed, penny-pinching little boss
boys from our Trenton office drive it over back in New York would say to my get¬
here, pass what I had along to Glisselin ting held up here on non-company busi¬
and be on my way. ness. He would be tearing his hair.
“If you ask me, Glisselin’s getting shot Well, let him. I was burned up, and,
at this time was just happenstance—didn’t entirely apart from my stinging irritation
arise out of this thing at all.” with Murtagh, I wanted to clean this
“I was watching from my office win¬ thing up. For one thing, I had worked up
dow,” the inspector said. "I saw the quite a touch of affection for the thin¬
whole thing. It looked to me as though faced, earnest little Glisselin. As far as I
they were shooting at you, not Glisselin.” knew, he was one island of honesty in the
"Well, I’ve been sleuthing for Acme for sieve-like law-enforcement agencies of this
twelve years. I’ve made life difficult for town. I would like to put the arm on
various folks. That’s all I can say. I whoever killed him. And—the damned
don’t know of any who are laying for me in bug had got into me that maybe it was me
Ivers City.” for whom those slugs were set aside.
Murtagh, purple-faced, burst out: “I I had not dared look in my hiding-
think this is a lot of crap 1” place in the convertible when I saw it in
“Then arrest me for something,” I the police garage, where they had towed
snarled. “Never mind the material wit¬ it, but I was confident the letter hadn’t
ness gag, because I’ll be bailed out in an been discovered—or I’d have heard of it.
hour. Your judges at least have some I conjured up its wording—and for the
respect for Acme.” I stood up. first time I became really alive to the
“Now, wait a minute,” Murtagh rasped. date mentioned in the thing—the twenty-
"You ain’t going nowhere—” first. I looked over at the newspaper on
“How about it, Inspector?” I asked the my bureau. This was the twenty-third.
darkness. “Do I go or is there a stink?” Tt was over a week since I had chased
“He’ll powder out of town the minute Harry Conover off that train. Hell! Was
he’s out of here,” Murtagh flung. “He—” it possible that the date referred to was
“Don’t kid yourself,” I said grimly. “I this month—that I had stumbled into the
don’t turn my back on gags like this. I’m very crux of whatever was going on?
sticking around till I find out who did pot I ran the letter hastily through my mind
at me—if it was me the bullets were for.” again. “—lip from Ivers City—came here
“You’ll give me your word not to leave years back—” Here, I presumed, meant
town without seeing us again ?” Spokane, where I had flushed Harry. “—
“I sure will.” given the twist in his office a play—guards
“Well, Lieutenant, have you any more the stuff like diamonds—will send it to
immediate questions to ask?” Ivers City on the 21st.”
“Plenty,” Murtagh blurted, “but—” Was it actually possible that this—to
The door behind him opened quickly prevent the possibility of my having
again. A uniformed cop came in, looked achieved this information and being about
hastily around and saluted the darkness. to pass it on to the little prosecutor—was
The inspector asked: “Any trace of what had touched off the fireworks? Hell,
them?” if that was how it lay, it fairly shouted
“None at all, sir. They got away clean. that I had stepped into a play that was
The building superintendent said that big. Big and deadly. Without thinking it
office wasn’t even rented. They must have out, I could visualize the backtrail of the
used a skeleton key to get in. We found a situation. Roy Conover knew that I
pair of field glasses on the floor. They’re downed his brother. Maybe he also knew
on your desk, sir.” of the letter in Harry’s pocket, and was
Sharp, intense interest took the the lobby, was directly across—practically
place of vagueness in my mind as the straight through the square where Glis¬
pieces began to fall into place. If some¬ selin had been shot down—and a mile or
thing were shipped from Spokane on the so further. I made an attempt—from a
21st, it would be about due to arrive here phone in the bright little lobby—to retrieve
now—any time. Or—perhaps it had al¬ my car from the hands of the police, but
ready arrived. Was that what lay behind got exactly nowhere with that. The desk
the feverish, almost mad, urgency to keep clerk recommended a U-Drive-It place
me away from Glisselin? Was the situa¬ two blocks away, booned me with a street
tion at the very culminating point? map of the city and I left the hotel.
I turned on the light, grabbed out the It was on a park-like little square and
phone directory and turned to the F's. I there were other hotels around the square,
ran down Froehlich, the lawyer who had as well as the blazing marquees of the
handled my troubles last time I had been town’s leading theaters. The section was
in Ivers City. He wasn’t at his office, swarming with samplers of Ivers City’s
naturally, but I caught him at his home. night life and all very gay as I took a
“Well, well,” he said when he heard quick look around, more than half expect¬
my voice. “I was wondering when I’d ing to find Murtagh or his equivalent lurk¬
hear from you. What you mixed up in ing somewhere nearby.
now? I just heard on the radio—” If he was, I couldn’t spot him in the
“I’ll write you a letter about it. Mean¬ crowd.
while, I’ve got to get the name of a I had covered almost the whole of the
lawyer, formerly of this town, who moved two blocks, was less than twenty yards
to Spokane some years ago.” from the corner, when a leaping Lena of
“Hey?” And when I repeated impa¬ a taxi—I didn’t see this, it was just be¬
tiently, “Hell, man, I don’t know. We got hind me, but I gathered it presently—tried
three hundred thousand people in Ivers to cut out and pass the car ahead, just as
City—one-third cops, one-third lawyers a sedan coming in the other lane of traffic
and one-third other kinds of crooks. How had the same idea. The road would not
can I keep track. .. ?” support all this, being a narrow ribbon
“I’m not expecting you to know. I’m around the park. The taxi driver was
expecting you to find out—in a hurry.” caught out on a limb and made a wild
“Well, the Lawyers’ Club might pos¬ stab to cut back in between two cars on
sibly know. Meet me at the Lawyers’ Club the inner lane—two cars that were only
in an hour—though I’m not guaranteeing six feet apart.
they’ll know anything.”. All I heard was the wild stab of the
lore I could even contemplate a quick row seat across the back of the car. He
snatch. The whole thing was neatly enough half-kneeled, half sat on the rear seat and
done so that I didn’t know which of the the blued steel gun was out of his pocket
men behind me was the gunman. There now, glittering in his gloved hand.
wasn’t much to do but turn and filter “Get going,” he said, and when I had
slowly through the mob obediently. toed the motor into life, “Turn north at
He said, “Turn here,” when we got to the first corner. And forget the tricks.
the corner and we rounded into an almost This gun is cocked. You’re got a chance
deserted, slummy-looking narrow side to live if you play cozy.”
street. Wide-spaced bluish street lamps I eased the car away from the curb,
guttered. Under the second one, midway trundled it toward the corner. A stop¬
on the block, a black Victoria coupe stood light halted us. I looked in the rear-view
parked, its California license plate too mirror—and saw a Packard coupe creep
mud-caked to read. round the corner behind us.
“Walk slowly down and put both hands I swore dispiritedly at myself. It seemed
on the handle of that car’s door,” the voice that I must be slipping. Everybody was
behind me said tightly. I complied with tailing me and I seemed unable to spot
the order and stood sideways and got a anyone. Not that Murtagh—I was almost
good look at my captor. sure that was he who was behind us—
“Well, well,” I said. “Ab Hartmann.” didn’t look like a life-saver here. If I
Miss Joan Quartermaine, 168 Isabella section of trim, modest little bungalows,
Street, but listen—what in God’s name are each in a generous little square of lawn,
you doing ? Did you kill that guy in your and, in most cases, separated from the
room?” sidewalk by a picket fence.
“In my room? What the hell are you Two minutes from the corner brought
talking—?” me exactly opposite number 168—the resi¬
“They just found the body of some pri¬ dence, presumably of Miss Joan Quarter¬
vate detective named Hartmann, in your maine. There was orange light in all the
hotel room. You’re wanted for question¬ windows, as there was in a good propor¬
ing. Red heard it on his police radio just tion of the lighted houses along the block.
now.” There were one or two trees in the side
I said: “You stay right where you are. yard.
Keep that reporter there too. Some so- I started across — and faint footsteps
and-so is going to lose his badge—or you turning in from the corner sent me back
can write me off. It’s a frame.” to hiding in the shadow of a tree. Light,
“Who? By the cops?” quick footsteps came down the street—and
“By a cop—Lieutenant Murtagh. Stay turned in through the gate of 168.
there. ” I noticed that it was a white-haired old
I slammed down the receiver and my lady, of course, but not till she had
forehead was burning as I strode out. I mounted the bungalow’s two flanged, wide
had seen some frames in my time, but cement steps and touched the bell, then
nothing quite so casual and callous as this turned a little so the'square of light from
the door fell on her head and the shawl
Murtagh must have found the corpse in around her shoulders, did I realize it was
the car almost within minutes of my leav¬ the old lady I had seen that afternoon in
ing it and cooly lugged it downtown. Cer¬ the station.
tainly, he must have friends in the hotel I don’t know why it gave me a mon¬
staff—or even have the run of the back strously queer feeling, but it did.
end of the hotel. Getting the corpse up¬ And then the door opened and a thin-
stairs and into my room would be child’s nish, mouse-like girl of twenty or so ap¬
play for him. But—certainly he wasn’t peared hesitantly. The old lady spoke
going to do this and just let it lie. There something to her, bobbing her head, and
could be no possible doubt that he had her spectacles flashed. She made that same
grimly set out to do for me—or else get maddeningly familiar little graceful and
me in such a squeeze that he could give yet helpless gesture of her hand and
me any order he chose. I thought of it wrist—and then the two of them vanished
that way, automatically. A criminal in inside.
that rat’s hands did not automatically go
to jail—not if he could pay off thickly TYON’T ask me why, when I was half-
enough. And that all but silent pursuit of way up the wide cement terrace, I
me through the city read plainly that Mur¬ suddenly checked myself, took a quick
tagh had private plans. look behind me, and eased into the shad¬
I glanced down, tight-jawed, at the ows at the side of the house. I guess it
scribbled slip of paper in my hand—the was the queer, unaccountable memory¬
address Froehlich had just given me. I stirring that the old lady touched off in me.
tried not to think of the fact, as I rode Or maybe, as some say, I’m just a born
north in another cab, that this represented snooper.
the last chance I had. The whole wild Anyway, I trod softly around to the
situation had bloomed up so fast that I side of the house—and voices came out a
was left hanging by my teeth out of a partly opened window promptly.
clear sky, you might say. If this solitary The old lady was saying: “. . . great
lead turned out to be a frost. . . . opportunity for you, my dear. Mustn’t
I disposed of my cab still on Sequoia. neglect it, whatever you do. I’ll be only
The street map in my pocket had shown too glad to lend you any money you need.”
me that Isabella was two blocks west, and “But—but—” the girl’s faint voice said
parallel. I walked swiftly over, and into a bewilderedly, “I—he hasn’t heard me play
Death With Father 79
the piano or—or anything. I—really I’m with realization—at last—of where I had
not good enough for such a teacher.” seen the old lady before.
“Well, we’ll let him decide that, shall Maybe I shouldn’t have been astounded,
we ? All that matters is that he wants you but somehow it always seems sensational
to come to Detroit so he can hear you. If to me to see moving-picture actors or ac¬
he thinks you’re not ready—why, you’ve tresses in the flesh. I guess I’ve still a
had a little trip at his expense and that’s good deal of yokel in me. I must have, for
all there is to it. But on the other hand, that matter, or I wouldn’t sneak off to
you might be better than you think, and double-feature movies when the occasion
to have a great teacher like Stanowski take presents — such movies as the Murray
your career in hand—my, what an op¬ Family series.
portunity.” Perhaps you do too. Perhaps you sit
“But I don’t understand it! I don’t through them with the same silly delight
know how he could have heard of me—” that I do—and get vast entertainment out
“Some friend of his, no doubt, heard of their homely, everyday doings—old man
you practicing in the evenings, just as I Murray, with his grocery store, Tommy,
have, many times. Now come, my dear— the fifteen-year-old, and Mary, just grow¬
you must get packed and not miss that ing up behind him, and tired old Mrs.
midnight train. Remember, he insists on Murray. And Grandma Murray — the
seeing you at ten in the morning. Have sweet, lovable old autocrat who slyly rules
you everything you need?” them all, and who gets her way in spite of
“No,” the girl said miserably. “I’ve hell or high water. How many times had
never been on a trip before. I—I have no I seen that look of helplessness come over
luggage—nothing. ” her wrinkled old face when they opposed
By then I was cautiously straightening her—and that gentle, helpless lax-wristed
outside the window, letting my head and gesture which breaks them all down. I
eyes come above the level of the sill. I get a tremendous belt out of it—always.
saw the pink-cheeked old lady, beaming It doesn’t seem to matter that I know
and nodding at the side of the room. “That that Sheila Byron, who plays the grand¬
is no problem, my dear—none at all. I mother, has been in more—or worse—
shall be only too glad to lend you some trouble in every studio in Hollywood and
bags. I have some very nice ones. . . .” only gets to play in these ‘B’ productions
I had to shift sideways a little to see because she is married to Abe Berg, the
the frightened, thin girl wringing her producer, whose ‘A’ pictures are Metri-
hands at the side of the room. She wasn’t versal’s bread-and-butter. Nor that I
un-pretty, at that. She had neat, delicate, happen to know what it is she holds over
rounded little features and nice brown Abe Berg that makes him continue to live
eyes. But she was drab, colorless and her in the same house with her and keep her
brown hair was frizzed, as though by bad working.
care. And she was a little thin. She had There was a second when I scoffed at
the makings of a typical old maid. myself, when I tried to assure myself that
The old lady shook a finger at her. Sheila Byron wouldn’t be here—out in the
“Now—you get what things you need all middle of Michigan, miles from Holly¬
laid out, and I’ll go and have those bags wood—that this old lady was probably one
fetched right over. And I’ll ask a friend of millions resembling the screen grand¬
of mine to come and'drive you to the train, mother who promptly adopt and imitate
too.” the mannerisms of the actress. . . .
“No,” the girl cried desperately. “I— Then I thought of Ab Hartmann—and
I’m afraid. I’ve—I’ve never been on a the doubt collapsed. This was Sheila
train. I don’t want to go-—” Byron all right.
The old lady’s kindly, wrinkled face
mirrored astonishment — and again she I CAME out of my daze, just as she hur¬
ried from the room, the girl trailing her
made the little lax-wristed gesture of help¬
lessness. “My dear child. ...” hastily and saying in a distressed voice:
I didn’t catch the rest of what she was “No—please, Mrs. Mustard. Wait—”
saying, because I was suddenly astounded “I won’t hear of it,” the old lady said.
80 Dime Detective Magazine
"I’ll be back within the hour—with all “Yesterday,” she said puzzledly.
arrangements made. I won’t let you be a "Why?”
foolish child.” “And you’re—twenty-one?” I guessed.
The door opened and closed, and I heard It was just that—a guess! I didn’t put
her pattering footsteps go down the cement any significance to it, till she answered:
steps. Then the gate clanked, and I could “That’s right. I’m all grown up.”
see her trudging away down the dark It was still obscure. I pounded away.
street. "Now—about your mother. Please—just
I don’t know how long I stood there— for two or three minutes—let’s talk about
measured in seconds, of course—before I her. Your — your father would have
blew the haze out of my brain and went wanted you to, believe me.”
round and up to the front door. Cheap stuff, sure. But don’t forget there
I hesitated again on the front steps, was a corpse lying in my hotel room, and
trying wildly to grope out some connection that the police were combing the town for
here. I couldn’t, so I rang. me—with a good solid chance of a murder
“Miss Quartermaine,” I said hastily rap staring me in the face.
when she opened, “I’m a friend of your
father. ”
One look at the place was enough to tell
H ER lips came together, trembled. Her
eyes seemed to retreat, as she half did,
an experienced sleuth that she lived alone, toward the living-room. “I—I can’t think
or, at most, with another girl. he would,” she said huskily. “He—since
She gasped — and her brown eyes the first time the neighbors told me she’d
seemed to come alight. “Oh.” She backed deserted me when I was a year old—he
away, holding the door wide. “Were forbade me to talk about her. To him or
you? Won’t you come in?” anyone.”
I won’t say that I didn’t have luck in I bowed my head. “Yes, yes. I can
pumping her fast—but neither will I say understand that,” I said. “It—it was
I didn’t put everything I had into it, too. most unfortunate. When—may I ask—
The “were” of course, was the tipoff. I did you hear from her last?”
edged in, taking off my hat. Her eyes shone. “I’ve never heard from
“I’ve been wondering, so often, how her. I don’t want to hear from her. She
you were getting on,” I groped. “I re¬ broke his heart. Running away with a
member how fond he was of you. Let’s card-sharp. No, I don’t know if she’s
see, it’s quite a few years now since I alive or dead, and I don’t care. Nothing
saw him.” about her could possibly interest me.”
Her throat bobbed and her eyes dark¬ A dozen more questions were trembling
ened a little. “He—he’s been dead five on my lips—but suddenly a little shaft of
years,” she said. light lanced into my brain—and I knew I
“And your mother?” musn’t be found here.
Well, you could hardly blame me for I suddenly looked at my watch. “Well—
taking the obvious opening, could you? you’ve told me what I wanted to hear. I
Her eyes suddenly changed. I’d say know I’m a little mysterious, but—well,
they got green, if such a thing were possi¬ in about a week you’ll hear from me, and I
ble. Her pale, soft lips got firm and tight. think you’ll be pleased. Now, I have just
She said stiffly: “If you don’t mind, I’d one favor to ask you—for your father’s
rather not talk about my mother.” sake. ”
“But—I know it must distress you,” I Her eyes were muddy with uncompre¬
said quickly, “but that’s one special reason hension. “But—but you’ve just come—”
why I’ve come to see you. A certain bit “Yes, I know. And when I come back
of information has reached me—” My eye, we’ll have a real visit. But believe me, it’s
going through the open door at the back important that I get this information to a
of the hall, saw a kitchen. In the kitchen, certain party at once. And now this favor:
a table. On the table, a white cake with a Will you please not mention to anyone—
quarter gone and on the cake, a lot of not to a living soul—that I’ve been here?
little red candles. “Now, let’s see—this is Yes, I’m sure you will. And good-bye.
your birthday, isn’t it ? Or—” Remember, it must be a secret!” I shook
Death With Father 81
her limp hand, left her standing there “Reserve your opinion,” I told him.
open-mouthed, opened the door and let “Come along with me.”
myself out, closed it and hurried down the We got back outside the living-room
steps. Nobody was in sight on the dark window three minutes later.
little avenue, as I hastened back to Se¬ I took one look—and heard a few words
quoia and a drug-store phone. from inside. Then I put my mouth close
I hastily called Froehlich at the Law¬ to his ear and said: “Take a look. There
yers’ Club, held my breath till I got him she is.”
and asked: “Is that newspaper guy with He caught his breath.
you? Is he straight—can I trust him?” And in that minute, the soft purring of
“Eh? Yes—why, yes. Look here, old a car turned into the street we were on—
man—” he said anxiously. and stopped.
“Put him on,” I snapped, and when I Our heads jerked round and neither of
had him: “Listen, Red—I don’t know you us breathed. Inside the house, the voices
and you don’t know me. But I have lots of the two women had faded to a murmur
of newspaper pals. I’ll give you the big¬ as they moved about inside a bedroom
gest story of the year, if you’ll play with across the hall.
me the way I say.” “Will Murtagh swallow the tip?” I
“Proceed.” felt safe in whispering. “Did you get it to
“Can you get to Lieutenant Murtagh— him in such a way—”
slip him a tip?” “Listen,” he shot back.
“I certainly can.” We could just vaguely make it out—
“Well, make your own mind up about the oncoming, rubber-soled tread of a
whether to show your own hand—but he man walking with the minimum of noise.
has to get this tip in the next ten minutes: Then Lieutenant Murtagh came abreast
Sheila Byron, the Hollywood movie ac¬ and stopped—squinting up at the house
tress, knows the truth about that shoot¬ beside which he crouched. He put a
ing this afternoon. Get that?” thumb up, shoved his fedora hat—he was
“Hey—wait a minute! How could that in plainclothes now—back on his sandy,
old lady—oh, I get it! It’s a phoney. ” head, put his hands in his pockets.
“It isn’t any part of a phoney. She’s Then he eased open the gate and came
at that address you got for me just now— softly up the walk. I didn’t know exactly
that Joan Quartermaine. And for some what was going to happen. Maybe I
reason, she’s trying to get the Quarter¬ would have acted the same way if I had—
maine girl out of the city in a hurry. Put but I doubt it. All I was sure of was that
it to Murtagh this way: that if he threat¬ if Murtagh tangled in this dynamite, he
ens to investigate some music-teacher offer was going to get trouble. No matter what
that the Quartermaine girl got, he can anyone says, I didn’t expect things to
probably get his hands into Sheila Byron’s work out quite as they did. I’m not that
money. You know what I mean.” cold-blooded.
“Yeah, sure,” he drawled. “Listen— He must have waited at the door, peer¬
do you smoke opium or—” ing in or something, for two or three
“Don’t make any mistake about it,” I minutes before we heard the ring of the
assured him grimly. “This is real—and it’s bell. Then the girl came out of the bed¬
all true. Get that tip to him, then join me room—and the old lady behind her. But—
here at this store yourself, as fast as you the old lady let her guard down for just a
like. I’ll let you in at the finish.” second, w'hen the girl’s back was turned—
I hung up, before he could refuse. and fierce, quick concern showed in her
blue eyes. She had a reticule in her hand.
H E joined me in the store in twenty
minutes, a big, amiable red-headed
Then the girl was backing into our line
of vision again, and the big, jovial face
slob, with green eyes that were those of of Murtagh was beaming down at her.
nobody’s fool. “Just a little friendly visit,” he said. “I
“Well,” he sighed. “I’ve certainly heard understand—”
some goofy tales but I never stuck my And then he saw Sheila Byron in the
neck out on one like this before.” bedroom door.
82 Dime Detective Magazine
Whatever the red-headed newshawk He opened the door and I heard the
had told him, he had had doubts up until postman’s cheery: “Registered special de¬
this minute obviously, because he, too, livery — Miss Joan Quartermaine. Oh,
gasped on seeing her. “Well, well,” he hello, Lieutenant.”
said. “How do you do?” “I’ll take it, Charley,” Murtagh said.
“This—this is Mrs. Mustard,” the girl “Well, uh—it’s personal delivery, too,”
hastily explained. the postman said hesitantly.
“And I—I am Lieutenant Murtagh— “Sure—so I’ll just sign her name, per
from headquarters,” he told them ex¬ me. That’ll be all right,” Murtagh as¬
pansively. sured him loftily.
I could not see the slightest variation The postman said hesitantly, "Well,
from kindly, beaming approval in Sheila good-night,” and the door closed.
Byron’s face or attitude — except that
maybe she got a little more rigid. TI/TURTAGH stepped back into our line
“I understand that Miss—uh—Quar¬ of sight, holding aloft a much-
termaine—has received a peculiar offer stamped and ink-decorated long manila
about some music teacher,” he said. “I envelope. “Well, well,” he said “What
would like to talk that over a bit.” His have we here?”
eyes were turned away from the girl, di¬ Joan Quartermaine stepped forward
rectly on Sheila Byron. “I understand hesitantly, a hand outstreched.
that you know something about it?” Sheila Byron pulled a short black auto¬
“Why—why, yes, officer. That is—I matic pistol from her reticule and shot
know it’s a wonderful opportunity—sim¬ Murtagh in the stomach.
ply wonderful,” she bobbed and beamed. He cried out and the letter fluttered
“Suppose, while the child finishes her from his hand as he doubled over, his face
packing, I tell you all about it. There— twisted in agony. Joan Quartermaine
the telegram is there. Simply because she screamed, tried to run and crashed into
doesn’t understand why she should receive the door jamb.
it out of a blue sky, she is hesitant about Sheila Byron ripped off her white wig
going. Surely now, with an important po¬ and her black hair cascaded about her
lice officer to assure her it’s perfectly all shoulders as she deliberately tried to get
right—” a bead on Murtagh’s head as he crashed
And that was the end. rolling to the floor.
I suppose it would have worked out the I swear I had no possible expectation of
same eventually, even if we had waited that. I had my gun out myself—not the
there all night, drawn it out for hours. Mauser, but my own—and I laid it across
But Fate or something got impatient— the windowsill.
and sent the uniformed postman turning Before Murtagh stopped rolling, I
in through the gate at that moment. pumped two slugs at Sheila Byron’s wrist
He was out of his truck and out of our and the gun flew up out of her hand. She
line of sight so fast that, even if I could slammed back against the wall, flung a
have thought of anything to do, I wouldn’t wild, frantic face towards me, nursing her
have been able to do it. blood-spurting wrist.
His double ring came a moment later. I said: “All right, Sheila—the game’s
I think that Murtagh recognized it as a all over and you don’t win. Miss Quarter¬
postman’s ring — and certainly Sheila maine—get to the phone and—” but she
Byron did. Her eyes were wide, white- was down on her knees, having a fit of
ringed. Only Joan Quartermaine looked hysterics, so the redhead and I had to pile
distressed and puzzled. in and do all the phoning.
“Oh, dear,” she said faintly. “I won¬ He was stunned—the newshawk I
der—” She started for the door. mean. He kept saying. “Oh, God, oh
Sheila Byron made a surprisingly God! What a yarn!”
quick movement and got in front of her. I had the letter ripped open, ignoring
“No, my child, I’ll see who it is.” the handcuffed Sheila and the sobbing
“I’ll get it,” Murtagh said and put his Joan Quartermaine on the floor—as well
back in front of Sheila Byron. as the now still Murtagh.
Death With Father 83
“Look at this for your topper,” I said. knowledge that I have concealed all these
I read it aloud. years for your sake—then you have the
weapon to act.
Believe me, always your
“My dear daughter: Loving Father.”
As you know, I have always forbidden
you to talk about your mother. But now “Oh, God,” the red-headed newshawk
you are twenty-one years old and the emo¬ fairly sobbed. “She found out that this
tionalism of childhood is behind you. You
should be able to take a clear view of thing was lying in wait for her, hired
things and I think you are entitled to know Hartmann and came here to intercept it.
exactly what the truth is. This letter will Then Joan Quartermaine got that wire to
be forwarded you by my lawyer, Harry
Falk, on your birthday, whether I am alive pull her away. And they were desperate—
or not, and you must make up your mind with not only Sheila’s life, but all that
what to do. money of her husband’s that she had to
Your mother, as you know, preferred a work on, at stake. They were willing to do
professional gambler to me, and eloped
with him—if eloped is the word. That anything—were afraid the D. A. would
would have been bad enough, God knows, start nosing. I remember Harry Falk—
abandoning you at the infant age, but there he was a close friend of Glisselin—they
were worse things about it. If you will figured you might turn it up that way.”
examine the police files for the day on
which she left me, you will find that a boy “Not only that, but Sheila here was
was killed by a hit-and-run motorist. You waiting for me at the station when I got
will also find that a Marmon sedan was off the train. The funny part is that Mur-
stolen on that day and abandoned some tagh and Boyle came along and she fig¬
miles out of town. On the Marmon were
evidences that it was the car involved in the ured she couldn’t cope with all three of
hit-and-run incident, and—on the steering us—hence that hastily prepared rifle set¬
wheel were a woman’s fingerprints. Those up. Well, maybe Murtagh saved my life
fingerprints, I have ascertained, are your at that, so I’m willing to hope he doesn’t
mother’s.
Now—I have taken great pains—much die.”
greater than your mother realizes—to fol¬ He didn’t. But he was in the hospital
low her career since then. She has man¬ for several months. Fortunately, we didn’t
aged, by one liaison after another, to reach need his testimony at Sheila Byron’s trial
Hollywood and has been employed in mo¬
tion pictures, under the name of Sheila and she got a life sentence without it. But
Byron. If, after perusing this letter, you I still insist I never thought she’d shoot
feel that anything should be done about this him.
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“You can’t do better at any price,” I “That ain’t funny,” Roscoe said scorn¬
said, taking note that she was a slender fully.
brunette, in her middle twenties, and easy Roscoe’s fat, perspiring mother snapped:
on the eyes. You know, dark, striking, “Don’t say ‘ain’t’! And smile for the man.
and full of that slow burn you can guess A dollar I paid on these pictures and
even if you never find it. you’re trying to waste it! Smile at the
“Our prices are low,” I said, giving camera, sugar, or I’ll take the strap to
her the spiel. “We’re glad to have our you when we get home!”
work compared with studios in the larger Sisco put the little metal bird back in
cities who charge three times the price. his bulging coat pocket. He must already
Our service for small towns like this is have tried the Jew’s harp, the yellow silk
more for advertising than—” handkerchief, the trick half-dollar and the
She took it away from me. “Your prices paper snake that unrolled with a shrill
won’t matter. Is your photographer good whistle when Sisco blew into the end.
with fish?” Sisco mopped his forehead. I could see
“He’s good with anything,” I boasted. he was suppressing violent thoughts about
“Uh—did you say ‘fish’?” Roscoe and the job with Nu-Art.
She explained with an edge of impa¬ Traveling with a portrait crew had
tience. “My husband and a friend are out seemed a good idea in New York. Get
fishing. I think it would be nice to have away from the camera grind on a big city
them photographed with their catch.” daily. No more silk-sheathed gams and
“Any kind of picture anywhere,” I mugging celebrities. No more living on a
agreed. “There’ll be a dollar deposit and hair-trigger with flashgun and press pass
the rest will be due when the proofs are to catch the latest in violence and murder,
O.K.’d.” love-theft and doublecross, sorrow, vanity
She gave me the dollar and said her and exhibitionism.
name was Mrs. Browning, and she would No sir! T’ell with it all for Sisco Jones.
be at the wharf waiting for her husband Back to the people. Back to the soil where
and his friend. If she wasn’t there when all good things start. Plenty of traveling.
the photographer arrived, Captain Snell, South in the late fall and winter, under
at the wharf, would give directions. that good old summer sun. Plenty of
The dollar was mine. I was whistling time for outside camera practice in new
under my breath as I entered the reception locales. Just the thing to sharpen the
room where Sheila Mason sat behind a serious side of a man’s technique. All
small table. And if the Browning woman expenses paid and the life of Riley!
was an eyeful, Sheila Mason was good I knew why Sisco drew a long slow
for both eyes and a heart flutter. breath in there beside the portrait camera,
Sheila was blond and slender, with a why he stared queerly through the horn¬
freckle or two and features and legs that rimmed glasses at Roscoe. This little
were a lensful for any camera or any Florida west-coat town was hot today. I
males who cared to look. The local males mean hot. The shabby hotel was stuffy
usually looked and got nowhere. with heat. Appointments had been coming
“Sisco busy?” I asked. “I’ve got him in all day. Roscoe was not the first
a rush appointment outside.” scrubbed and prettied youngster who had
“Sisco’s fit to be tied,” Sheila said with rebelled against smirking at the camera.
amusement. “Listen.”
The door into the next room was slight¬ T>UT that scrawny owlish-looking little
ly ajar. We could see Sisco speaking with -*-£ Sisco Jones had a strange reverence
strained patience. and respect for his work with a camera.
“Watch the little birdie sing, Roscoe.” He’d do anything to get his picture and
And the little metal birdie went treep- get it right. I guess that was why he
treep as I stepped to the door and looked was aces in New York, why they thought
he was a fool for taking a whirl around
Roscoe, age about nine, was posed on the country as a tramp photographer.
the velvet covered bench eyeing Sisco and Now Sisco spoke quietly to the fat, ir¬
the camera sullenly. ritable mother.
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“If you’ll step in the next room for a “It’s good for the hips, Toots. You
few minutes, Mrs. Bromski, I’ll get this bounced on that one.”
picture.” Sheila indicated the scattered maga¬
“Why should I do that?” she demanded zines.
belligerently. “I drop them and you pick them up,
She would have made two of Sisco. smart guy. And that’s the last pratt-fall
And a comic could make cracks about I do for dear old Nu-Art. I don’t know
Sisco’s scrawny neck, big ears and owlish why I fell for your gag in the first place.”
look through the horn-rimmed glasses. “It’s the artist in you, Toots,” Sisco
But sometimes Sisco suddenly looked said. “We always get our man. Didn’t
hardboiled and hands off. Like now. Roscoe break down and mug ?”
“Just wait in the next room,” Sisco “You didn’t hear it, but I broke down
said without lifting his voice. “And tell too,” Sheila snapped. “I’ve flopped for
the young lady to bring in Exhibit A.” you in every tank down south of Rich¬
Sheila groaned. “I was afraid of this. mond—and enough is enough. I’m not a
Am I going to be a sucker again?” rubber doll. If there’s a splinter or a nail
Roscoe’s mother lumbered heavily in around I land on it. And I can’t be vul¬
with us, dabbing a handkerchief at per¬ canized. The next little dear who won’t
spiration on the dark hairs of her upper come through is your grief, sonny.”
lip, and complaining. Sisco grinned as he started to pick up
“This is the last order I’ll give you the magazines. “A bustle of goose feathers
people. As if I’m not the one to be with or crepe rubber would help. You’d really
my own son when he’s having his picture bounce. Was Roscoe the last one?”
took. That man wants something called “For me but not for you,” Sheila said
Exhibit A.” with satisfaction. “Johnny just brought
Sheila was gathering up an armload of in an outside appointment. Where is it,
magazines. Johnny? Far, far away?”
“Do be comfortable, Mrs. Bromski. I’m “It’s a fish,” I said.
sure Roscoe will be through in a minute.” “I can’t swim,” Sisco said, dropping the
In the next room Roscoe sullenly asked: magazines on a chair. “Not even for a
“What’s Exhibit A?” mugging mermaid. Scram, Johnny. It’s
Sisco had lighted a cigarette and was too hot for wise cracks.”
toying with the camera bulbs. His voice “I’ve got her dollar,” I said. “The rest
was patient. is up to you and Nu-Art. The lady’s
“You’d be surprised. Sit there and take name is Browning. She wants a camera on
it easy for a minute.” the wharf when her husband and a friend
Sheila stepped through the doorway come in with their fish. If she’s not there,
with her armload of magazines, caught ask for Captain Snell at the wharf and
her heel on the edge of the worn rug and he’ll tell you the rest.”
sat down heavily, scattering the magazines Sisco shrugged. “How about helping
over the floor. me with the camera and tripod?”
“Ouch!” Sheila exclaimed. “I shouldn’t do it,” I said. “But maybe
Roscoe straightened in surprise—then it’ll be cooler down there on the wharf.
snickered and laughed out loud! How about you, Sheila?”
And Sisco pressed the camera bulb. “I laugh,” Sheila said. "I know where
“O. K.,” Sisco said. “That got it. it’s cool—and I’ll be under that shower in
Come around and see us again.” three minutes.”
Roscoe came sidling out and his mother So Sisco and I went to the wharf.
grabbed his hand and challenged through
the doorway: “Did you get his picture C APTAIN SNELL turned out to be an
old timer, lean and weatherbeaten, in
smiling?”
“He was laughing,” Sisco assured her soiled white ducks and a perspiration-
solemnly. “And so was I. You’ll like the damp shirt. He shifted a chew to the
pose. Thanks for coming in.” other seamed cheek and shrugged.
Roscoe was dragged out. Sisco inhaled “The Browning boat ain’t in yet. Ye’ll
from the cigarette and comforted Sheila. have to wait. The lady went away. She’ll
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be back. At least she said she would.” in now. One of them two just rounding
This part of the Florida west Coast was Bird Island.”
not exactly fashionable. Most of the tour¬ I could see the boats running side by
ist traffic went by fast to more lively spots. side as they skirted the tip of the island
Which griped the Ft. Bemis citizens and headed toward shore. It looked like
plenty. The Chamber of Commerce this they were making a race of it to see which
year had tapped all the merchants and boat would tie up first.
citizens who could spare donations, and “I’ll get the other camera set up by the
had made an early drive for the fishing scales,” Sisco said.
trade. Advertisements in sporting maga¬ He passed the Browning woman just
zines and newspapers up north, road arriving and didn’t know her. She saw
signs, literature and all the usual whoop- me, came to me and asked: “Is every¬
de-do they could afford. More than they thing all right?”
could afford, I’d gathered in talking “We’re ready. Captain Snell says your
around the town. husband’s out there now.”
They did have something to sell. The “Where?”
small boat fishing off Ft. Bemis and other “In one of those two boats—see them?”
nearby points was good if you cared more She looked and shook her head.
for fishing than for style and exciting “I don’t see my husband. Charley
background. Emsdorff was with him. I can't see but
They had painted the weathered wharf one man in either of those boats.”
and the corrugated iron shed at the shore She was right. Both boats were open
end. The few charter boats would have and not very large. Anyone sitting or
rated sneers from the sleek, costly fishing standing would be visible at this distance.
fleet at Miami. And each boat carried a single man.
But a modest purse could rent row “Old Snell’s eyes must be bad,” I said.
boats, outboard boats and sturdy open “If your husband isn’t back before long,
boats with inboard motors. Low palm- Mrs. Browning, the light won’t be much
studded islands offshore broke the Gulf for a picture.”
rollers and let the small boats get out to “I don’t know what’s keeping them,”
the fishing in comparative safety. she said with annoyance.
Some of the boats were already coming I noticed her crimson fingernails dig¬
in. Two men were weighing a string of ging nervously into her right palm. She
fish on scales slung from a wooden tripod was biting her lip as she stared out over
before the dockshed. -Ten or fifteen specta¬ the water.
tors loitered about and more were arriv¬ “Worried,” I thought. “Getting steamed
ing. up about it. Friend husband will get his
Sisco went back to the roadster for the ears pinned back if he’s much later.”
small Graflex he carried everywhere. The two boats were still neck and neck
“Might get some nice angle shots down as they approached the wharf. Captain
on the boats,” he said when he returned. Snell shouted between cupped hands.
“Don’t you ever get tired of it?” “Slim, where’s the two men who took
Sisco looked surprised. “Why should that boat out?”
I? There’s always something new.” Slim was the tanned young man in the
“You’ve got me, pal,” I said. “Some left hand boat. His reply whipped back
guys take booze or reefers. I guess it’s all across the water.
in what you try first.” “Got one of ’em here! The other’n
Sisco grinned and walked out on the must be on the bottom somewhere.”
wharf, where a charter boat had just For an instant it didn’t register with
brought in a couple of tarpon. I drifted me. Or with Captain Snell either. Snell
there too, listening to questions and an¬ called: “What’s that? On the bottom?”
swers between the spectators and the trio “Yeah! This guy’s dead!”
of fishermen. The salty-fishy smell of the sea was
Sisco shot a couple of pictures and pres¬ heavy on the sultry afternoon. Little wave¬
ently Captain Snell passed him and said: lets were lapping against the wharf piling.
“That looks like Browning’s boat cornin’ I remember those wavelets—and the
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up trouble without reason? But then I who wants a percentage anyway? Tins
wasn’t Sisco Jones. is the real thing. It’ll rate space anywhere.
If Sisco noticed any displeasure around Two men—two friends—go out fishing
him, it made no difference. He stepped like pals and get into a murderous fight.
back to the wharf edge and took a picture And the survivor commits suicide. It’s
of the death boat from a new angle just great, even to that gun they had along.”
as Slim put the canvas back over the body. Sisco stopped. We had reached the
I heard a burly man speak angrily to dockshed and were alone for the mo¬
another beside him. ment. But Sisco’s voice dropped, even as
“We oughta run that fool with the it sharpened.
camera outa here! Don’t he think that “I knew there was something queer
woman’s got feelings?” about this! Couldn’t put my finger on it.
I went over and took Sisco’s arm. How many of these visiting fishermen
“Amscray,” I said under my breath. take a revolver out in their boat?”
“Get that damn camera out of sight. “Don’t ask me. I’m not a visiting fish¬
They’re getting ready to hand you the erman. Plenty, probably. ”
bum’s rush.” “Plenty don't, you mean. Why should a
Sisco said: “Yeah?” tourist be bringing a revolver to Florida?”
Mrs. Browning had fainted. The fattish “Why not? Maybe Browning thought
man who had been holding her arm knelt he’d meet a shark or a whale. Maybe he
beside her and violently chafed her wrist. likes to lug a gun around. Maybe—hell,
“Get a doctor!” he called excitedly. what difference does it make?”
“Throw some water on her face,” Sisco Sisco’s eyes had narrowed.
advised calmly. “It’s an angle,” he said. “Jake Bemis,
“What do you know about it?” the fat on the Graphic, would blow it up and
man hollered angrily. “Maybe she’s dy¬ wring it dry.”
ing! Maybe her heart’s gone back on “That tabloid!”
her! And you say throw water on her! “You’d almost swear Browning had
What do you know about it? You run¬ been prepared for trouble,” Sisco mut¬
ning around here making pictures of tered.
everything!” “Nuts!” I said.
“Somebody’s got to make ’em, brother.” “I’ve got to get some fresh film,” Sisco
said, and started for the roadster.
1 SAW what Sisco was about to do and
I dragged him toward the shore end of
I got there as he was reaching in the
dash compartment for his film.
the wharf. “The lady’s out her dollar. She won’t
“Leggo,” Sisco snapped. “She’ll make want her husband photographed now.
a swell shot, laid out like that!” Let’s get on back to the hotel and eat.”
“If you haven’t got any sense, I have!” I “And leave this?” said Sisco.
told him. “These gillies will be yelling for “No newspaper presses are waiting for
a lynch rope if you keep on!” you,” I reminded. “Nu-Art isn’t inter¬
Sisco shrugged. ested. Come on, you’re asking for trou¬
“O. K. I need some fresh film anyway. ble.”
This is good stuff, Johnny. That one of Sisco set his camera on the running
the wife trying to throw herself down in board and lighted a cigarette. He was
the boat would make any edition.” thinking hard.
“Not with Nu-Art,” I said. “Listen, “Who is this Browning?” he asked.
sucker, you’re working for Nu-Art now. “What does he do? Where's he from?
Not a newspaper. We get a buck advance And the other man too?”
on anything you’re supposed to photo¬ “How should I know? I got her dollar
graph. Get wise. There’s no percentage and that was enough. The Brownings
for you in this. ” are evidently staying at the Regis. I don’t
Sisco slapped the Graflex and looked know about the friend. His name is Ems-
through the horn-rimmed spectacles al¬ dorff. Charley Emsdorff.”
most pityingly. “Browning didn’t look like a man who’d
“I can sell good stuff like this. And be carrying a revolver,” Sisco said. “Did
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people here,’ Leo said, ‘and this sort of Sisco said to Chicago: “I want all the
thing gets out to kill our publicity and dope you can dig up quick. Who are
keep people away.’ ” they? How are they connected? Why
“Tch, tch,” Sisco said. “How could should they be killing one another ? Phone
you know?” me at the Hotel Regis. And double-cross
“The Brownings were here for a week me on the charges, wise guy, and I’ll pour
last year and there wasn’t anything about it on you.”
them to suggest this would happen,” Sisco hung up and Sheila said: “Having
Scrimmons complained. fun, sonny?”
“Emsdorff ever been here before?” Sisco peered at her through the horn¬
“No,” said Scrimmons as he turned to rimmed glasses. He had that preoccupied
answer the buzzer on the switchboard. look as he muttered: “Browning wasn’t
expecting trouble out in that boat. He
S ISCO headed for the elevator with his didn’t even suggest going out in the boat.
Einsdorff’s arrival astonished him. Ems-
cameras and I followed with the por¬
trait camera tripod. dorff was the one who suggested they go
“So now you know all,” I said. “Satis¬ out fishing. As far as Browning was con¬
fied?” cerned, it was all done on the spur of the
“Sure,” said Sisco. “Why not?” moment. So why should Browning take a
But he looked preoccupied, and as soon revolver?”
as he was in the room we shared together, “Has he been like this long?” Sheila
he put the cameras on the bed and went to asked me.
the telephone and asked for long distance. “Finding a corpse to photograph
“Hey,” I said. “What gives?” seemed to make him feverish,” I said.
“Chicago,” Sisco said—and I had one “The poor dear,” Sheila commiserated.
of those hunches of trouble coming. “Sisco, dear, come down and have some
Sisco called a newspaper. The Morn¬ milk toast. Sheila will hold your hand.
ing Herald. He asked for Tom Hend¬ Tomorrow everything will be all right.”
ricks. He knew Tom Hendricks, for the “Go to the devil,” Sisco said sulkily.
call went through quickly, and Sisco said: Sheila laughed.
“This is Sisco Jones, Tom. I’m at Ft. They were like that. Good friends.
Bemis, Florida. Will you get the charges More than once I’d had an idea Sheila
O.K.’d on a couple of dead Chicago guys Mason was the reason Sisco stayed with
we’ve got down here? I’ve some swell us. He had a way of looking at Sheila
camera shots and an angle you’ll thank when he thought no one else was noticing.
me for.” A sort of hopeless and hungry look.
I don’t know what Tom said—but Even Sisco could see it was hopeless.
Sisco said: “Maybe I’ve got a million Sheila had what it takes to get a he-man,
bucks and don’t want to work any more. heeled and handsome enough for any girl
Anyway I’m down here and I want dope to wear. Sisco just didn’t rate for a girl
on these guys. Here’s what happened—” like Sheila.
Sisco was talking fast when someone But they got along in their way. Had
knocked on the door. I opened it. Sheila to, I guess, working in adjoining rooms
every day.
Mason had knocked, and she said: “I
heard Sisco’s voice. What’s this about a “I’m going to eat,” I decided. “This
murder at the wharf, Johnny? I thought guy will be running around in circles all
evening. Coming, Sheila?”
you two were there.”
“We were,” I said as Sheila stepped in. Sisco had walked to the window and
Her eyes widened as she heard Sisco was staring outside, apparently oblivious
putting his terse description into the of us. Sheila gave him a peculiar look,
telephone. hesitated and agreed: “I suppose we
“What’s Sisco doing?” might as well eat.”
“Tell me and I’ll make you Queen of
the May,” I said. “He’s reverted to type. E WALKED down the street to the
Almost got us in trouble taking pictures Elite Cafe. Dusk was falling. Peo¬
of the dead man and his wife.” ple were still straggling toward the wharf.
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Small groups along the street were talking of spectators and examined the death
about the trouble. boat, searched the body, talked with the
Customers and help in the Elite Cafe widow. The Chief of Police had departed
were talking about it. A small town like with the fishing tackle, the tackle box,
Ft. Bemis is stirred up by anything like the contents of Browning’s pockets and
murder. And this was worse than mur¬ the revolver. And that was all anyone
der. This had a macabre angle in the at the wharf had seemed to know when
blood-stained boat and the solitary body the Newmans left.
that had been cruising out to sea. “Has Sisco been back to the wharf?”
Two tables from us a pallid little tourist Sheila asked.
with nose glasses and a blond mustache Sisco hadn’t.
was declaiming with assurance to two “He’d better stay away from the wharf
plump women at his table. and forget it,” I said as Sheila and I
“How does anyone know what hap¬ walked on.
pened ? Those men might not have had a “You’re as bad as that mouse Harold,”
fight. They might have been held up. I’ve Sheila said with sudden spirit. “Why
seen some rough-looking men around shouldn’t Sisco think about it if he wants
here. Strangers in another boat might to? Sisco’s smart. Too smart to be wast¬
have held them up and robbed them, and ing his time with Nu-Art crew. I’ll bet
tried to make it look like the two men he knows more about what to do than
killed one another.” anyone in this hick town. Who else would
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” the younger have thought to photograph the body
of the two plump women said. “I think of that man when it was brought in to
we’d better go on to Tampa. I wouldn’t the wharf?”
let you go out fishing here now, Harold. “Whew!” I said. “Don’t jump me about
Suppose you were attacked ?” it. Up in the room you acted like you
“I’d give them a run for their money,” thought Sisco was nuts!”
Harold boasted. “What if I did?” Sheila said tartly.
“You’ll not risk it, Harold Gruber! Not “Can’t I do what I want to ?”
while Mother and I are here to stop you! She was getting too deep for me. And
We’ll get out of this town in the morn¬ just then we met Leo Crane, the stocky,
ing!” breezy Secretary of the Chamber of Com¬
Sheila chuckled as she buttered a piece merce.
of roll. Crane made a point of trying to per¬
“If I were Harold, I’d be more afraid sonally greet as many visitors as possible
of wifey and mother-in-law,” Sheila said who stayed more than a day in Ft. Bemis.
under her breath. He was the greeter type. A booster, with
I grinned and nodded. But that was a hearty handshake, a fast line of talk and
the way things were going. The remarks a smile for all.
had been heard at other tables and at the “Glad to have you in Ft. Bemis! Glad
counter. No telling how fast such ideas to have you with us, friend! The greatest
would spread or how many winter visi¬ little town in Florida! Make the Chamber
tors here in Ft. Bemis were already think¬ of Commerce your headquarters while
ing them. you’re with us . .
As I paid the check, an ambulance rolled Crane seemed to believe it. He was a
by, evidently taking Browning’s body to native of Ft. Bemis—the greatest little
the undertaker. And outside the cafe, town in Florida. And now Crane wasn’t
Sheila and I met the Newmans, Sid and smiling as he came out of the Chamber of
Dora, two young hustlers on our Nu-Art Commerce office and met us.
crew. “I was just coming over to the hotel to
Sid and Dora had just come front the talk to you people,” he said. The words
wharf. They said Browning’s body was in came out as if they tasted bad. Crane
the ambulance and several boats out was scowling.
searching for Emsdorff's body had not “Fine,” I said. “What’s on your mind?”
returned. But I already had an idea, and I was just
The local police had cleared the wharf about right.
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“It stunned the vice-president,” Sisco one who finds it, would get the reward.
said. “He’d been expecting trouble—but And you could use it. You could set your¬
not murder. After Browning left on this self up in business. You could buy a
trip, Emsdorff stumbled on a clue that home and get married and—”
led to facts they’d never suspected. Ems¬ “Married?” Sisco said. He laughed
dorff and this vice-president found that shortly. “Who’d marry me?”
the bank had been pretty well looted in “You’re no bargain,” I grinned. “But
the. past couple of years. It had been in¬ the babes would be standing in line if you
solvent for some time.” had big reward money. How about it,
I whistled. “Browning?” Sheila? You’d take a chance, wouldn’t
Sisco nodded. you ?”
“The trail seemed to lead to Brown¬ “I’ll marry for love when I do,” Sheila
ing—but they weren’t quite sure. They snapped. “Thanks for your opinion of
didn’t know what to do. If they notified me.”
Browning artd he was guilty, he’d have a For a moment Sisco had looked oddly
chance to escape. If they reported it to excited. Now he was abruptly cynical.
the board of directors or the bank ex¬ “You find the money in Browning’s room,
aminers, the bank would immediately be Johnny and take the babes. I’ll take a
closed. Browning was the key to every¬ camera.”
thing. “You don’t think the money’s there?”
“The two men decided that Emsdorff “How do I know where it is?” Sisco
had better get down here without Brown¬ said. “I’m going out and eat.”
ing knowing he was coming or that any¬ “That’s all you’d better do,” I warned,
thing was wrong at the bank. After a and told him of Leo Crane’s warning.
talk with Browning, Emsdorff would “The guy wasn’t fooling. Northern visi¬
know what to do. Call the police or re¬ tors are their cash crop. Let ’em get an
turn to Chicago with Browning.” idea you’re hurting the crop and they’ll
“So that’s it,” I said. “Emsdorff got go after you faster than cotton farmers
Browning out in a boat and told Brown¬ after the boll weevil.”
ing he was caught cold. That’s why “Facts are facts.”
Browning had a gun. Why he took the “Let some other guy print the facts
gun along. He was guilty. When Ems¬ then. Crane has put the mark on you.
dorff showed up without warning, Brown¬ I’ll bet a dime to a doughnut he’s already
ing knew the dirty work had been dis¬ been tipped off to the dope your man in
covered.” Chicago telephoned you.”
“It looks that way,” Sisco said. Sisco grinned as he started to the door.
“Emsdorff may have told Browning “He’s good if he knows what Tom
that no one else knew about the shortage. Hendricks told me. Tom and I worked
So Browning decided to kill him and rush seven months together in Shanghai and
back to the bank before anyone else dis¬ took Chinese lessons. When Tom called
covered the facts. Simple, isn’t it?” me back, we did part of our talking in
“Simple,” Sisco said coolly. Chinese.”
“Or if it didn’t happen that way,” I “Chinese!” I said as Sisco closed the
argued, “Browning may have lost his door. “Play that on your chop suey!”
head and decided he could put Emsdorff “I didn’t know he’d been in China,”
out of the way temporarily and make a Sheila said weakly.
run for it. The money is probably where “He’ll be on his way back if he keeps
he could have gotten it easily.” this up,” I prophesied. “He’s up to some¬
I snapped my fingers as everything thing. I know the signs.”
fell into a neat pattern. Sheila nodded—but there didn’t seem
“Browning may have brought the mon¬ to be anything we could do about it. We
ey here. Why not? It’s probably here in didn’t know what Sisco had on his mind.
the hotel!”
Sheila caught some of my conviction. T HE town still seethed with talk of the
murders. The local cops had talked
“Sisco, the money might be here. And
there might be a reward for it. The first freely with friends and neighbors, who
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talked in turn. Mrs. Browning had iden¬ loose with a camera,” I said. “If you hear
tified the revolver as her husband’s. She a woman scream, he’ll probably be taking
hadn’t known he’d brought the gun along. a picture through the widow’s window.”
She couldn’t explain why he’d taken it “Two flashlights!” Sheila said, wrin¬
out fishing. Her husband and Emsdorff kling her forehead. “What would he be
had been friendly business associates for doing with two flashlights, Johnny?”
years. She couldn’t account for the sud¬ “I wouldn’t even guess.”
den trouble. The small boats returned without find¬
A search of Browning’s luggage had ing Emsdorff’s body. Ft. Bemis was rest¬
not helped. So evidently the missing less, staying up later than usual, natives
money wasn’t in the hotel. Ft. Bemis had and tourists alike. Twice Chief Shute, of
a body at the undertaker’s, a body miss¬ the local police, went through the hotel
ing, and scandalous publicity it didn’t lobby and up to the widow’s room. The
want. second time he was accompanied by Leo
And out over town by local grapevine Crane, looking more bustling, more offi¬
went the details of an ultra-respectable cious than ever.
banker who had betrayed trusting friends, It was about eleven thirty when Sheila
business associates and his devoted young found me in the Elite Cafe again, drink¬
wife. ing more coffee.
Browning had been a wolf in sheep’s “Johnny—they’ve arrested Sisco for
clothing. The smiling, genial banker had taking pictures of Browning’s automobile!
in reality been a middle-aged crook who Sisco telephoned from the jail! He wants
had finally stolen everything in sight and to see you!”
then gone berserk and murderous when I gulped my coffee, suddenly angry.
caught. “That’s that guy Crane from the Cham¬
Several torrid letters from women Mrs. ber of Commerce! He’s a lousy busybody!
Browning had never heard of were found I warned him he was getting into trouble!”
by the police in Browning’s suitcase. Sheila was worried but using her head.
Spicy details were already circulating in “Hadn’t we better get a lawyer?” she
Harry’s poolroom. And even in the pool- asked as we left the cafe.
room they were agreeing that Browning “Wait until I see Sisco. This may put
was a skunk who had given his young some sense into his hard head. All they
wife a raw deal. want is for him to lay off with that damn
I met Leo Crane again on Main Street. camera. If he promises, they’ll probably
He gave me a dirty look. So I stopped let him out.”
him and asked: “Do you understand
Chinese ?”
“I don’t!” he snapped. “But I under¬
T HE jail was a bull pen in the back of
the two story brick city hall. The po¬
stand Jones drove off this evening with lice department wras on the same floor,
his camera equipment and two flashlights. with a side entrance.
He’s still meddling.” Chief Shute, an officer and two towns¬
“Are you still playing cops and rob¬ men were in the outer office when I en¬
bers?” I said. “You’ll be ringing curfew tered. Shute kept his feet on his desk and
next. See Sisco Jones if you don’t like a cigar in the corner of his mouth as he
what he does.” answered my inquiry.
I should have soft-soaped him. Stran¬ “We got him all right. I brought him
gers in strange little towns don’t get the in myself when I heard he was in the
breaks. Sheila was sitting in the hotel Highway Garage messing around with the
lobby when I walked in, and she didn’t Browning car.”
know what Sisco was doing. “What was he doing?” Sheila asked.
“It’s Sisco’s business,” Sheila said. “He “Climbin’ in and out of it, lady. Taking
has a right to take pictures.” But Sheila flashlight pictures an’ God only knows
was worried. “What could Sisco be do¬ what.”
ing this late in the evening?” she wanted “There's no law against taking pic¬
to know. tures,” Sheila said spiritedly.
“Anything can happen when that guy’s Shute was a big man, angular, red-
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faced, with a mean quality to the smile on a nightmarg. Where’d you get that
he gave Sheila. mud on your shoes and clothes, and those
“I’m sayin’ what the law is tonight. scratches, and that tear in your pants
This fellow was told to mind his busi¬ leg?”
ness and he wouldn’t take the hint. So he “I went driving,” Sisco said.
gets locked up.” “You look like you went crawling. And
I asked to see Sisco. Shute shrugged with two flashlights, Sheila says. And now
and spoke to the officer. “Let him in for you talk gibberish about a Chinaman’s
a few minutes, Ed.” second death. What’s it all about ?”
Sisco was alone in the bull pen, sitting “Never mind all that,” Sisco said im¬
on a wooden bench. He jumped up when patiently. “What you don’t know won’t
the sheet steel door clanged behind me. hurt you. I had an idea of helping these
“Hello, Johnny. I wondered if they’d local cops. Now I’ll burn them and they’ll
let you in.” know they’ve been burned. Tom Hend¬
“Why didn’t you get smart and lay off ricks will do something if he has to dig
this foolishness?” I asked. “Say—did they down in his own pocket. And get my cam¬
rough you up?” era as you go out. They haven’t any use
Sisco’s .cheek and both hands showed for it. Tell ’em you’ll hold it for me.”
raw fresh scratches. His left trouser leg “I don’t know why I even listen,” I
was torn below the knee. And I saw that said grudgingly. “I hoped you’d learn
his shoes were muddy and mud smears some sense—and now you’re getting me
had been only partially brushed off his mixed up in it. Need some more cig¬
clothes. arettes ?”
And there was something different Chief Shute turned me down flat on the
about Sisco. He looked keyed-up, taut. camera.
Worried. And yet bursting with some in¬ “It’ll stay here until he gets out. And
ner satisfaction as he peered through the listen, young fellow, we don’t hold with
horn-rimmed glasses. peddlers coming in town and trying to
“I didn’t argue much,” he said. “I was run things. You’ll get along all right if
afraid something would happen to the you remember it. If you don’t—”
camera. Look, Johnny, I’ve got to get Shute jerked his head at the door lead¬
out of here. They can’t toss me in here for ing to the bull pen. His voice had a mean
taking a few pictures.” warning edge. I was hot as I walked out
“Maybe not—but you’re here.” with Sheila.
“I want a lawyer.” “I don’t know what Sisco’s got up his
“Lawyers in the middle of the night sleeve—but if it’ll put mud in that dumb
come high,” I pointed out. “You’ll be in cop’s eye, I’m for it! Peddlers he called
all night anyway.” us! You’d think it was a privilege to work
Sisco swore under his breath as he this jerkwater town!”
nodded. “I’m worried about Sisco,” Sheila con¬
“Look,” he said, “get Tom Hendricks fessed. “Why—why they might put him
on long-distance. Get him at his home if on a road gang or beat him up. Some of
he’s not at the paper. Tell him they’ve these small town police will do anything.
pinched me for trying to get a news story. Does Sisco want a lawyer?”
Tell him they’re trying to gag the press on “He wants Chicago notified,” I said.
this story. That’ll give him an angle. Tell “And Chicago gets notified as fast as I
Tom to get me out of here fast and I’ll get back to that hotel. It may get us tossed
give him a story that’ll make his eyes in the clink with Sisco. Nu-Art will go
pop. And pictures. Tell him I’ve really crazy when they hear what this crew is
got something. Tell him I’ve got a story doing.”
here that’s better than Li Hung’s second “I’m tired of making kid photos any¬
death—and I’ve got to get out of here way,” Sheila said.
quick to prove it. And if he don’t get me
out, I know who will.” T ONG-DISTANCE got Tom Hend-
“You sound like an opium dream,” I ^ ricks on the phone at the Morning
said. “And you look like you’ve been out Herald office in Chicago.
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“He’s in the local bull pen,” I said.
“For socking a cop?”
“Not yet. He was taking pictures on this case
he telephoned you about. The local folks don’t
want any headlines on it. Sisco got his warning
and wouldn’t stop. So they grabbed his camera
and locked him up.”
“Got his camera without a fight?” Hendricks
chuckled. “The guy is slipping. What does he
lil»MIMAHlia want—a lawyer and some headlines about inter¬
fering with the freedom of the press?”
“Plenty of that,” I said. “He wants out quick.
He said to tell you that he’s got a story that’s
better than Li Hung’s second death.”
“What’s that?” Hendricks said, and in a sharp
voice he repeated the statement.
“Whatever that means,” I agreed. “He said
to say he’s really got something. Pictures and
everything. A story that’ll make your eyes pop.
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“Where is he?” Shute demanded loudly.
“Where is who?” I asked.
“That fellow Jones! You know damn well
who I mean!” he barked at me. “Where is he?”
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“Murder!” Stanfield said in an awed voice.
Sheila whirled on Art. She was pale. Her
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I nodded.
“Johnny—Sisco didn’t go to Jacksonville!”
“Maybe you know where he is,” I said.
“I do,” Sheila nodded. “He told me, in case
anything happened. But he didn’t want anyone
else to know.”
“Plenty’s happened,” I said. "Where is he?”
“He didn’t expect anything like an accusation
of murder,” Sheila said. “He didn’t seem wor¬
ried. He went to Laguna Springs, Johnny.”
“That’s only about twenty miles from here 1”
“I know,” Sheila said miserably. “And if
they suspect he’s so near they’ll arrest him be¬
fore he knows what has happened. For murder,
Johnny! And maybe he won’t be able to get out
this time.”
“Fast talk won’t spring him on a murder
charge,” I agreed. “Are you sure it’s Laguna
Springs? Does he have any intention of coming
back here?”
“He said he’d be back by dinner time,” Sheila
said. “And if they don’t find him by then, and
he isn’t warned, he’ll walk right into their hands.
You’ll have to stay in and catch the appoint¬
ments today, Johnny. I’m going to Laguna
Springs. Sid Newman will lend me his car.”
I sighed. “Once a sucker, always a sucker.
I’ll go. You stay here and talk for me, too.
Make it Jacksonville also, if Shute asks for
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“Too much risk,” Sisco said promptly, as if
he knew what he was talking about. “The man
might have talked before he started out with
the boat. No, Emsdorff would go through with
it alone. The boat with Browning’s body was
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into Sisco’s boat and drew the other two boats
safely up on the beach and started for Ft. Bemis.
Sisco’s explanation of the dead man in the
swamp was simple as we put-putted up the
coast. He’d reasoned everything out, and gone
along with two flashlights to that lonely stretch
of beach south of Ft. Bemis.
He’d searched the beach where Emsdorff
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“It’s him I” Sisco replied, and picked up his dorff ! She helped Emsdorff escape to Laguna
camera and spoke to me as I steered the drifting Springs^!”
boat to tlie wharf. “I’m going to the hotel, Chief Shute stopped as if he had been
Johnny. Turn' this guy over to the cops.” clubbed. His red face grew redder in the sud¬
Captain Snell stared in amazement when the den deathly silence that had fallen.
body stirred and sat up. And Sisco jumped “What the devil are you saying?” Shute
out of the boat and hurried off with his camera. roared.
On his way to the telephone, and to the airmail Still grinning, Sisco lifted the camera.
with his films 1 “Emsdorff is on his way to your office to sign
Captain Snell shouted after him: “They’re a confession. Put her under arrest before all
lookin’ for you! You won’t get away, young of you make bigger fools of yourselves!”
feller!” The wail that came from Mrs. Browning
But the missing body that had come back to was part cat-anger and part sheer terror that
life held Captain Snell there, swearing and de¬ rose to a scream at the last.
manding to know what it meant. “He said he wouldn’t tell anything no matter
what happened! Oh! I hate him! I hate him
By the time I told him we had a growing now, the weak fool! Oh, oh, oh—”
audience. Enough to take care of Emsdorff. Leo Crane caught her as she fainted—and
I said I was going to report to the police and Sisco got a picture of it and was smiling with
started for the hotel to find Sisco. satisfaction when I shoved to his side in the
The desk clerk told me Sisco had been in, quick confusion.
asked for Mrs. Browning, and hurried out “So you had her spotted all the time! This
again. Mrs. Browning had already checked is the story you promised Chicago! The story
out and left for the railroad station to start that’s better than the Chinaman’s second death!”
back to Chicago with her husband’s body. “Sure,” Sisco said. “Li Hung was a Shanghai
More pictures 1 I was sure of it as I looked merchant who stole all the firm’s money, killed
in the Nu-Art reception room, told Sheila we his partner, swapped clothes with the dead
were back with Emsdorff, and started for the man, set fire to the building where it happened,
station myself. Sisco would wring the last and vanished with the partner’s wife. She had
possible negative from this case. Even pictures been in on it. Everybody thought Li Hung was
of the widow when she heard her husband had the victim and the partner had fled with his
been the victim of a murderous frame-up. wife. A few months later the wife was recog¬
The train came in just as I arrived. The nized in Canton. The police went around to
crowd at the small Ft. Bemis station surprised arrest her husband for murdering Li Hung,
me. Then I remembered that Mrs. Browning and shot him as he tried to escape through a
had everyone’s sympathy. They were here to window. So Li Hung got killed for murdering
see her off on her sad trip. Li Hung and the woman drew a death sentence
It was easy enough to find Sisco after I out of it. It was a good way to tip Tom Hen¬
pushed and shoved through the crowd. He was dricks off that I had something here.”
near the widow, with his camera, unnoticed, “And who tipped you off about Mrs. Brown¬
and getting set for a picture. ing?” I asked.
Chief Shute, Leo Crane and the mayor were “Somebody picked Emsdorff up after he cut
with Mrs. Browning. And several prominent through the swamp to the highway. I’d thought
ladies of the town. All solicitous as they escort¬ it was queer that Mrs. Browning wanted fishing
ed the black-clad widow to the Pullman steps. photographs when she didn’t seem to care about
I was pushing, shoving closer to Sisco as the fishing herself. So when I got back from the
widow reached the train steps. I saw Sisco swamp I went to the garage and looked at the
lift the camera. The smile on his face was al¬ Browning automobile. It had swamp mud in
most diabolic, and I wondered again if Sisco the back off someone’s shoes, and there was a
didn’t have an inhuman streak where his camera damp spot on the seat. That was enough for
work was concerned. For he might have been me. Emsdorff had evidently sat in the back
speaking to some young chippy on the streets seat and changed to dry clothes while the car
as he suddenly called out. was being driven along the highway.
“Give us a smile for the newspapers, Babe! “A colored man at the garage told me the
We’re going to put you on the front pages!” car had been washed and greased only the night
I saw Mrs. Browning gasp with surprise as before. Browning hadn’t had time to drive it
she turned. And even then I noticed what a anywhere before he went fishing with Emsdorff.
stunner she was in black clothes. Chief Shute But when I looked at the mileage penciled on
and Leo Crane and the others turned too—just the grease sticker and compared it with the
as Sisco got his picture. speedometer, I saw that the car had been driven
Shute’s voice sounded strangled as he started seventy-eight miles since it was greased. That
toward Sisco. “Give me that camera! You’re meant about twenty-five or thirty-five miles
under arrest!” down the highway and back. Laguna Springs
was the only town that fitted. I went there as
fpiHE diabolic grin stayed on Sisco’s face as quick as I could this morning and started ask¬
he made the camera ready for another pic¬ ing questions at every place where a stranger
ture and answered Shute. might be staying. Simple, eh? And Ft. Bemis
“You don’t want me, sucker. You want Mrs. lands smack on all the front pages with one of
Browning there, as an accessory to the murder the sweetest sex crimes I’ve ever seen! Pictures
of her husband and that old man in the swamp! and everything.”
She planned her husband’s murder with Ems¬ “Simple,” I said. “And terrific.”
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