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Death is a shadow, living with us, waiting to
envelop us a disembodied, intangible thing. But
Death has his agents, professional and amateur.
It was the_se ·or. Rari�olph feared and why he
hired Mortim,er Jones. For murde·r loves company.
casually.
because he hesitated, I knew he was ly He paused, then went on. uYou were
ing. He was a surgeon, one of the best in highly recommended, Mr. Jtmes. This isJ1
town and perhaps in the nation. He you understand, a j'ob that will require
wouldn't come way down to my grubby a man of exceptional ethical standardS-
o-ffice on the wrong side of the tracks just •
I was assured by Mr. Ziegler that you I shook hands with Ed Byerly, as di-
· met those qualifications adequately." rected. His hand· was broad , but not
Ziegler was connected with a local in soft. ·-
surance company for which I occasional "Used to know Ed," Mac explained,
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ly worked. ''in the old days.' He winked. The old
I didn't like it. I didn�t like any part days, to Mac, meant Prohibition, when
of it, but it was a job, a job for the trade he'd really made money. To Ed, my boy
I'd chosen, and there was no .logical said: "Mort, here, has an office over that
reason I could give for turning it down. cigar store."
I said: "When did you want me to Byerly nodded. "Oh a shamus, huh? "
start?'' I nodded, and decided to ignore him.
''Tonight," h e said. "About seven? "One beer," I said to Mac, "and what
I'll be out of town until then. Shall I have you got to eat?"
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expect you at my apartment, at seven?" "Beans,' Mac said. "Good beans,
I said he could, and he rose, and I
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with pork. Made 'em myself."
accompanied him to the door. When "Some of those," I told him, "with rye
he�d left, I went to the window; a com bread, with fresh coffee." I took my
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pulsion neurosis of mine, this watching glass of beer and went over to a corner.
people leave the building. I hoped, by this move, to discourage
His car, I saw, was a Cadillac coupe, Ed Byerly. To no avail. He followed me
a black, new one, and there was a kid right over, bringing his own beer along.
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sliding down the front right fender. "Some life you must have,' he said,
That's why I park a couple blocks away, taking the chair opposite mine. "I mean,
because of the kids. My Duesenberg has with those divorce cases and all. I'll bet
long, sweeping fenders, being old. you've seen some sights, huh?" He
The kid climbed off the fender as the smiled. "I mean setting 'em up."
doctor stepped into the Caddy. I didn't "That work's a little too raw for me,"
see any shadow getting into the car with I said. "That end of divorce and labor
him, but in a car, the shadow's always trouble I steer clear of."
there. With thirty to forty thousand His broad face looked puzzled. "Yeah?
killed by cars every year, any motorist What can a private eye do, besides that
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can tell you he s not riding alone. kind of work? I figured that's all you
guys did.' ,
Well, he had this fear, this phobia, an
exaggerated and irrational fear of death. "Not quite," I said. "It's all some of
There was a word for it, and I searched them do, I guess."
my mind. Thanatophobia that was the He sipped his beer, and shook his
word. All of us probably have it to some head. "Beats me. What kind of work
degree. But not like the doc, I hope. do you handle, then?" He made a wet
ring on the table with the bottom of his
FELT hungry, and it was nearly been glass. "For instance, if it ain't too
noon. I put what papers I had on personal, what kind of work you on,
my desk in my file and went out right now?"
without locking the door. Down the How subtle, I thought. How deft. I
steps, past the tobacco store, and I stood waited until his eyes came up to meet
on the curb a moment, watching the mine. Then I asked: "Who you work
kids. In this neighborhood, that was the ing for, Ed? Yourself? Or for pay?"
only place they had to play. He knew what I meant, though he
After a while, I walked down the block pretended he didn't. ''Why, I got a
to Mac's. little racket of my own. I "
Mac was talking to a customer, a I held up a hand. "Save it. You know
fattish gent in a loud suit and an ex what I'm talking about. Why're you
pensive panama hat. Mac said: "Morti nosing into my business?''
mer Jones, shake hands with Ed Byer· His brown eyes glazed over. "Didn't
Jy." know I was."
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Mac brought by beans and bread "I see/' I said, though I didn't. "And
then. Mac pretended he hadn't · heard you, no doubt4 told l1im .of · my un
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had. too much for them that day and I the doorway to the de�. He was smiling.
turned it off. "Mr. Jones. I'm sorry I kept you wait
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About five, I went over to Mac's and ing. Some rather unpleasant business "
had some beef stew. Mac was still a He shook his head. "My· wife has de
little miffed_ about the way I'd talked to cided to come back and live with me.
his friend, but he greeted me pleasantly. Shall we go into the living room now?"
It was cool in the tavern, and Mac I followed him down the hall. The
was talkative once I got him started on living room had full length windows,
Joe Louis.- It was after six before I towering windows. It had a large, soft
noticed the time. Royal Sarouk on the floor and two low,
I had to hustle, then. I went home for long davenports that seemed to wall off
a quick shave and shower (one room and one corner of the room. There was a
bath but I call it home). I wore a �eat massive coffee table between them. We
and cheap blue suit and a neat and not sat on one of .the davenports.
cheap white shirt. I wore a bow tie and I told him about my arrangement
white shoes. I thQught. I laoked pretty with Jack Carmichael.
efficient when I rang the bell to Dr. He nodded absently. "Of course. I
Curtis Randolph's apartment that night. never stopped to realize it couldn't be
handled adequately by one m�n." He
CHAPTER TWO was chewing his lower lip. "My wife will
occupy the room down the hall. The
Night Shift door to my room is ri�ht there." He
nodded 'toward a door. about eight feet
T WAS a top floor apartment in a away from where he sat. "I'll he in there
fairly new and impressive building alone; you'll need to be within sight of
on the exclusive upper-east side. it at all times." ·
These were all studio apartments on I said: "I don't imagine you get up
the top floor and the cream of the lot. before seven? I can have Mr. Carmichael
A short and amiable Filipino in a come here?''
white jacket opened the door. "Mr He nodded.. "I rarely get up before
· Jones?" ten, as a matter of fact. I have some
I admitted it, and he opened the door work out of town, some nights, and " •
wider, saying: "Doctor busy now. Fol He frowned. "Well, I'll explain· about
low me, please." that when the occasion arises.· If you
We were in a hall and to our right was want, you can phone your assistant
a mammoth living room, but he went the now."
other way, toward a small office or den ·Jack answered the nhone aJmo�t im
at the rear of the apartment. I could raediately, and I told him how it was.
bear Dr. Randolph's voice, and the He promised to be there on the dot.
woman's, in the living room as we walked
When I came back into the living
back. .
room, the doctor was smoking one of
I could still hear them when the Fili
those monogrammed cigarettes. He said:
pino had left me. But only the sound of
"I suppose you slept this afternoon?"
the voices, not the words.
Then the voices grew louder, and I I shook my head. "But I'll bet I will
began to pick out a word or t\vo. "Love" tomorrow. Don't worry abont my falling
was one of them, and it was said scorn asleep ·, though, Doctor. I've done this
fully, by the doctor. "Money" was an before."
other and it was said twice, neither time He looked at me, and awaf. He put
scornfully, by the woman. She had a his cigarette out in a heavy, green glass
pleasant, throaty voice, despite its angry ashtray and considered lighting another,
itch. Then I heard a door slam, a door looking at it for moments. Then he pu�
could not see from this angle, but it it away and looked � me again. "You
sounded like the front door to me. like Chopin?"
The doctor was suddenly standing in I didn't know whether I did or not,
WILLIAM CAMPBELL CAULT •
The windows were open, but there "Ice," she said. "I'll need .some ice.
was no sound from the traffic below, no Is Juan back in the kitchen?"
city noises reaching this high. I went I said he'd gone out to- da·nce.
back to the davenport, and sat facing "Well, would you run back, then? I
the door. I read what there was to read can't seem to master those trays at all." ...
in the evening paper. "After seven o'clock,''. I answered. ''I
I was going through the want-ads can't move away from that door until
(Miscellaneous for Sale), when I heard then."
the key in the front door, the sound of "Nonsense," she said. "I'll be right
the door opening, and a ·light, feminine here." Her smdoth ·forehead wrinkled.
tread along the carpeted hallway. "Or am I under suspicion, too?" The
She stood in the archway a moment chuckle again. "The sinister female, huh?
later. Blue-black hair and dark eyes, the Sending the poor gullible detective back
hair up, the eyes gravely consirlering me. to the kitchen while· she· slips into her
About twenty-five, I'd say, with a slim, husband's bedroom, gun clutched firmly
arrogant figure, .high breasted, fairly in hand "
long legged. A fine morsel in the arch I lighted a cigarette, and yawned,
way. covering my mouth politely.
She smiled,
. a friendly smile. "You're "All right" she said, "all right ,,.
th e detect1ve . . ..�" She went out, through the archway. She
I rose. "That's right. And you're moved with just a suggestion of a swag
Mrs. Randolph?" ger. It was entirely possible she'd had
The smile again, and there was some quite a few drinks alread·y, tonight.
bitterness in it now, I thought. �'For the Though the aroma from one is about
time being. It's nothing I'd care to the same as that from many. There was
make a career of. Aren't you drinking?" the sound of water running, and the
I must have looked startled, for she clank of the closing refrigerator door.
chuckled. "I thought all private detec Then she was back with a silver bowl
tives drank," she said, "all the time. And of ice cubes.
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talked out of the corners of their mouths. "Will you mix them? You'll be sure,
I thought they were all big hulks." that way, that they"re not drugged, and
I'm not short, but then again I'm not it's a man's job, anywa.y, you know."
tall. I'd like to be tall. I said: "I drink as I mixed them, Scotch a:n4 seltzer. She
often and as heavily as most, I guess. didn't use much seltzer, I was told.
This didn't seem to be the proper time When she came to sit on the davenport,
nor place." I caught another odor, her perfume. I
stared at my drink. There is a lot of
"Nonsense," she said. "Sit right there. goat in me; there is also in me a decent
I'll get us something. Curtis doesn't regard for my trade. The two could
use it. He should, poor dear, but his come into conflict any moment now,· I
hands, you know, his marvelous, steady thouQ"ht.
hands " She went back into the hall "Well," she said, "ta: success." She
way. lifted her ·glass higho
When she came back, she had dis We drank. I tried to think of some
carded her wrap. The dress she wore was thing to say, but nothing came, nothing
some pale shade of blue. A filmy mate bright, at any rate.
rial, and cut low, with a bare midriff.
She was tanned in all the places I could .... '�No bumps, no grinds,' . ' she said.
see. She went over to a cabinet at the I stared at her doubtfulJy.
shadowed end of the room and brought She laughed quietly. "I was thinking
back som� bottles. One of them was a aloud. I was remembering a sign in the
squat, pinched bottle of S·cotch. '"'old Biiou. They were very strict at the
She held it high. "This all right?" old Bijou."
. It tastes like liquid smoke to me, but "That's a burlesque term, isn ,t it?" I
I nodded agreeably. asked.
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She nodded. "And the Bijou was a T was the routine for a week,
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burlesque house, one of the best. That's an� nothing happened. On Tues·
.where Curtis first saw me. Three years day night made some house calls
ago." with him, but I didn't go in. I stayed
She. was getting into that alcoholic in the car.
confidential mood, I saw. She must have .
Jack told me that most of his time
been three-quarters gone when she got was spent in the doctor's outer office
home. with his receptionist. The receptionist
"And you gave up your career for admitted to the inner office only those
marriage," I said. patients she knew. Any doubtful ar
She looked at me suspiciously. "I rivals were checked with the doctor be
suppose you think that's cute. I sup fore admittance to the inner office.
pose you don't know about all the enter Twice, Jack had accompanied the
tainers who've come up from the bur doctor to some small, lodge-like building
lesque stage." in the country. Where it was, however,
"Gypsy Rose Lee, I've heard of," I Jack couldn't say.· "I had to sit in that
admitted. "But you're doing all right, damned rear deck, with the lid down,
now. You've come pretty far, from what both way�" he told me. "Something
I can see." mighty fishy cooking up there, Jonesy."
She said scornfully: ''Married to I could guess what it was, but I didn't
that?" Her dark head inclined toward tell Jack that.
the bedroom door. "I like my men with On Friday, Mac told me that Ed
a little life. If he wasn't rolling in the Byerly had been around again, and ask
long green, I'd have left him. I'll leave ing for me. Mac said: "I don't see much
him yet, when I get a better deal, when of you, Jonesy. You find a better spot?''
I get the kind of settlement I want." "That wouldn't be hard," I said, "but
She considered me gravely. "Am I bor the truth is, I'm working all night and
ing you?" sleeping days."
"You're embarrassing me," I answered. "Huh," Mac said, "a night watchman.
"And you'll be embarrassed, yourself, in I figured you'd have to find honest work
the morning when you remember this one of these days."
conversation." I didn't see Mrs. Randolph much
"You think I'm drunk?" that week. She came in late, usually,
"A little." and she'd go right back to her.,bedroom,
Her full lower lip rubbed her upper after a few words of greeting.
lip now. "Maybe I am." She was star The doctor's brother, a short, squat
ing into the darkness at the other end man named Alex, I had the doubtful
of the room. She rose, finally, and put pleasure of meeting Saturday night. He
her empty glass on the coffee table. was some sort\ of promoter, I learned.
"I like you, Philo," she said softly, "but He and the doctor spent Saturday night
I won't bother you, tonight." Her hand over a chessboard. They were both very
tuffied my hair. good. Their openings I could follow, and
Then she was gone, through the arch their end game. The moves in between
way. were too subtle to follow at the time,
though I could enjoy them, after I saw
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all right.
Alex left, after a while, and Juan came CHAPTER THREE
in, wanting to know if there was any
thing the doctor wanted. He shook his Caught by a Shadow
head. ''But you could mix a drink for
Mr. Jones, here. Your preference, Mr. GOT to hell over there right away.
Jo·nes?" I made the Dusy talk,, on the way
Rye, I told him, with seltzer. over, jumping t\VO red lights and
Juan brought it, and the doctor told otherwise ignoring the law.
hi:m he could go to bed now. The office was lousy with officials.
When we were alone, he sighed. He Glen Harvey was there, and the M.E.,
said: "That shadow's been . a lot less Doc Waters, and Glents boss-the chief
constant these last few days. Nerves·, of Homicide, Devine. .
I suppose, and I'm getting over it. I Devine's thin, nasty lace looked nas
should have gone · to a diagnostician in tier than usual. He said': "I'll want you
the first place, instead of a detective." and Carmichael both down at Chiefs
Then he added: "Not that I haven't office when we're through here."
enjoyed your company, Mr. Jones." "Check," I said.
He couldn't know at the time, of Jack was pale and nervous, his faee
course, that he would be dead within wet with perspiration. He said: "That
thirty-six hours. guy's really been giving. me a work-out."
I said: "This sounds like a termina "That's the only routine he ltnows," I
tion of contract talk." said. I looked over to the chair m which
He smiled. "Not at all. I'll want you Dr. Curtis Randolph was slumped. His
ror another week, at least. I feel better� eyes were open, his shirt soaked with
but not that much better." He rose. blood. There was the handle of a knife
'•Good-night, Mr. Jones. If you'd care protruding from his throat.
to play the phonograph, it won't bother Devine was talking to Doc Waters. I
us, if you keep it low."
motioned to Jack, and we went out into
the hall. He told me how it was.
· I told him I'd brou�ht something to The receptionist had gone to lunch,
read, and he left me. When his bedroom hut the doctor was still in his office.
door closed, I walked over to the
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said he was. The doctor said to send him had a bit of a smirk in it, I thought.
in. I serit him in." Jack took a deep Through the early afternoon traffic in
breath, and wiped his face with a damp silence, all the way down to the station.
handkerchief. ''Well, the girl came back There, we went right in to the Chief's
later, and was $Urprised to see me still office.
there. She wanted to know if the doctor The Chief's a big, fairly windy and
hadn't gone to lunch. I said he hadn't, competent man. He looked at us all
that he'd had a visitor who'd left only a sadly as we entered. "Mort," he said,
few minutes ago, and he was probably and shook his head. When he turned to
washing his hands. He did that a lot. Jack, his eyes were hard. "Let's have it."
Jack told him just the way it was.
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"I'll do what I can," I promised him. WAS quiet in the room after the
"I'd have done the same thing in your others had left. The Chief, I noticed,
position. You exercised all the caution was getting grayer every day. He was
that seemed reasonable." looking out the window, a habit of his.
Glen Harvey and Devine came out Then he swiveled around to face me.
into the hallway. Glen said: "Shall I "You could start at the beginning,
take the coach back?" Mort."
"You'll go with them," Devine said, I gave it to him straight, right from
"in Jones' car. I wouldn't ride with the time Dr. Randolph had come to my
vermin like that." office. I told him everything excepting
Jack was white now. He took a step what Doc Enright had told me. .
toward Devine, but I stepped in between The Chief's eyes were thoughtful. "It
them. I said: "Easy, Jack. We'll play sounds kosher enough. Only h iring an
this smart." incompetent like Jack Carmichael could
"That's right," Devine said, ''like you al mo st be called criminal negligence."
guarded the doctor." "Jack's a good operative," I argued.
"You'll keep your license," I said to "You know he is. It's just because he
Jack, "and 1,11 probably wind ..up with left the department they don't like him
Devine's job." around here. I'm going to need him, if
There was one hell of a silence. When I \Vork on this, Chief."
I turned to face Devine, I almost winced. "Work on this ? Why should you?
He looked ready for murder, right then . Your client's dead. There's no money
He knew, you see, that I wasn't talking in it for you, no w." .
complete nonsense. He knew the Chief ' C all it my professional prid e," I said.
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wanted me for the iob. Devine stuck his head in the doorway,
Harvey said: "Well, let's go." He and the Chief beckoned him in. The
looked uncomfortable. Chief said: "Jones tells me he's going to
Devine said: "Let's." And to me: help you with this, Devine."
"You're not much of a man, are you ?" Devine colored. "I can get along
"Only when I'm treated like one," I \Vithout that.' '
answered. "There's nobody else at the The Chief smiled. "I'm sure we can."
department who ever brings out the rat "O.K.," I said. "If that's an order."
in me like you do."
Devine snorted. The Chief frowned,
He had no more to say, .at least, noth and said doubtfully : "It's no order. You
ing audible.
� can work on anything you want to that
Jack and I and Glen Harvey went doesn't conflict with our department
down the steps and out into the glare work." He paused. "I know you hate
of the day. The Dusy's motor-murmur the word, and I guess rve used it enough
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with you, Mort, but cooperation is what them. I think, even in a picture, I'd be
we want and expect from " sure of that little, fat mug.
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The voice went ori, and on. I didn't "I'm going to stay with this," I said,
show my boredom; I've a lot of respect "at my own expense."
for the Chief. Jack said quietly: '"The way I botched
When he'd · finished, I was looking this, you probably won't want me
properly humble. around. But I've nothing else to d-o,
Devine said: "We've got a lead on
· .. Jonesy. I'd 'like to stay with it, too."
this, Chief. There's a guy been bother "I'd be grateful for the h�lp," I told
ing the doc, and he's got a record as long him. ''I can't see a guy staying in town
as your arm." when he knows you got his picture in
"His pJ!ysical description fit?" the your brain. Unless he plans " I paused.
Chief asked. "You be careful, Jack. You keep your
Devine nodded. self armed."
The Chief said : "All right, Jones. We'll "From here in,'' he promised , "all the
leave things as they are for the time be time." Then: "And thanks."
ing. But keep in touch with us." I wasn't tired, now. I should have
Which was my dismissal, and I took been, with only four hours' sleep, but I
it. Devine didn't start talking again kept seeing that knife handle protrud
until I was out of the room and the door ing from the doctor's throat. There's
was closed. It's a heavy door; I could something about a knife . . .
hear nothing. · The air was sultry and depressing, but
,
I went down the hall to Devine s it would be cool at Mac's, and so would
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office, and Glen Harvey was there, as I'd the beer.
hoped he'd be. He grinned at me. "Some
day, that Devine is going to scalp you. HERE were a couple of customers
Some day you're going to needle him in the place, and one of them was
once too often." the proprietor of Ute tobacco store
"He should keep out of my hair," I under my office. He was reading Mac,s
said. Then: "I hear you boys have a paper, and so was Mac. It was a new
lead on this one already. Fast work." edition.
... "Yon hear the damnedest things," he They both looked up when we en
said, and his eyes were hlank. tered. Mac said: "Tougn ruck, Jone-sy."
"I'm going to work on this, Glen," I The murder was an over the front
said. "I'm not going to get in anyb�dy's page.
way, but I've got to know about this "It happens to the�best of us," I said.
one." "Two beers."
He shook his head . "I'm not saying Mac drew them, and brought them
a word. Excepting that I like to eat. I over. I asked: "Ed Byerly been in to
like to eat every day. Nothing personal, ask about me lately ?"
Jonesy." He shook his head. "You think may
"O.K .," I said, "nothing personal." It be, Jonesy, he ,.
would be, I thought, in poor taste to tell "I don't know what to think," I said.
him of the time I got him in the papers, "What have you got to eat?"
picture and all. I did not want to be He had chili, and so did we. It was
guilty of that. good chili; Mac would make somebody
I went out, and down to the Dusy. a good wife. We had rye ralls. Jaek had
Jack Carmichael was sitting in the Dusy, another beer, and I had some coffee de
smoking a cigarette and staring into spite the heat.
space. When we were finislled, I said: "I'm
When he saw me, he said: "They going up to see the widow. You find out
showed m.e a 1nillion pictures in there, what you can about this Byerly. Still
Jon�sy, and some o.f them were pretty got that jalopy of you.ri?.,,
close. But. I wasn ' t sure about any of He nodded , ..Runs like a new car.'•
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18 WILLIAM CAMPBELL GAULT
I gave him a twenty, and he left. I can't bear up under. Don't l�t that
I went up to the office to check the little incident the other night give you
mail. There wasn't much, mostly ads and any ideas, Philo.. I WCJ8 his wife, you
a few bills. The phone rang, and it was · know."
Doc Enright. He said: "I've been read· "I thought perhaps " I said, and
ing the paper.'' stopped.
"Didn't know you could read," I said. . She smiled and shook her head.
"They probably h ad you down at "Drink?"
headquarters grilling you." "If you've got some rye.,
''I was down there." She inclined her head in the general
"Jonesy you did�'t tell them any· direction of the cabinet at the far end
thing I was foolish enough to tell you?" of the room. "Would you mind getting
"I didn't. You didn't tell me anything it yourself?''.
that Dr. Randolph didn't tell me him I went over and got a bottle of rye.
self, the first night I saw him. You can I brought it back and mixed a drink. It
put your ethics right back in moth was excellent rye.
b alls."•
She sipped her drink, and asked :
"All right, Sherlock. I suppose we'll "What kind of information were you
get the whole juicy story tomorrow looking for P"
riight ?" "About his enemies, if any. About
Tomorrow night was poker night. I anyone who would have reason to be an
said: "You'll get all the papers will tell enemy or who might benefit from his
you. I've got ethics, too." death."
"Huh," he said. "A man who'll check "You could take the phone book," she
and raise. Ethics, huh." He hung up. said, "and pick every other name. He
I decided not to call Mrs. Randolph was a man with an unusually .high quota
first. There was a chance she wouldn�t of enemies. I guess I'd benefit the most
be home, but it wasn't much of a trip, from his death. Have you thought of
anyway. The Dusy made it in eight .that, Philo ?"
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minutes.
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HE didn't we.ar black. She wore The door wasn't locked, and we went
white, a revealing type of mate
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rial. No stockings, white �hoes, a Three small rooms, just cubicles, with
white flower in her blue-black hair. She a single bed i� each, white, hospital beds.
was something to see. A small laboratory with a big sink, the
I said: "Won't you be needed this walls lined with shelves, the shelves
afternoon?" lined with bottles. A minute bathroom.
"Alex is taking care of everything,.,' And the biggest room the operating
she explained. "I don't know what I'd room .
do without dear Alex." We stood there, and my glance cov
Alex, I remembered, was the doctor's ered the operating table, the light above
brother and chess opponent. it, th e white equipment.
We went down in the elevator, and ''Here's where he made his money,"
out into the humid day·. I opened the she said. "He did some fine work, but
door of the Dusy for her. he might have slipped from time to time.
"Lordy, lordy," she said. "What in the With these kind of people, it's best not
world is this?" to slip. Murder isn't always outside
"It's a Duesenberg," I said proudly. their line of work."
"It's an orphan, but still the finest car "He had an assistant here? He must
in the world." have had at least one."
"You must be doing all right," she "If he did, I never met him or her.
said, and got in. If he did, he or she is probably in
It wa·s, I told her, my only extrava- Paducah by now." She shook her head.
gance. "I've seen some of his better work.
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"Besides women, of course. A car like Your own brother wouldn't know you,
this would be wasted, if you weren't on when he got through." She shook her
the prowl." head again. "Let's get out of here."
"A car like this," I told her, "makes We went out and got into the car. I
women unnecessary." asked : "You've told the police about
She looked at me doubtfully, but said this place ?" .
nothing. "Not yet. They didn't spend much
It was a nice drive, up along the river time with me."
to Brown Deer and out the Brown Deer I set the speedometer on the Dusy. I
road to a gravel road that led north. wanted to give the Chief directions as
She directed me all the way. The gravel accurate as possible.
road was narrow and winding, flanked We didn't talk much on the way back.'
by some second growth stuff that wasn't When I stopped in front of the apart
used for farming nor grazing, so far as ment, she said: "Come on up. I'll give
I could teH. you a check for \vhat Curtis owed you.
I don't want you to lose that."
After about a mile of this, we came to
I \vent up with her, and she wrote
another, even narrow�r road, and she
out the check. .
indicated that I should take it. There
was a gate here, and I got out and She was standing close �o me as she
opened it. handed me the check, and she \vas smil-
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I drove through, and stopped. But
she said : "Never mind closing it. There's I was looking down into those blue
nobody he:re, and we'll be coming right eyes, and I must have swayed towards
back." her. I'm only human.
We came, finally, to a low, white build ''Why don't you kiss me?" she asked
ing about the size of a five room cottage. mockingly. "You want to."
But it was no dwelling, I felt sure. It I kissed her. The pressure of her firm,
looked too utilitarian. The windows were round body was constant and demand
evenly spaced, the door was directly in ing. I hated my business, at the mo
the center of the end nearest us. ment.
20 WILLIAM CAMPB ELL GAULT
and told him about the hidden hospital, laid a couple of -bills on the desk. They
giving him the mileage I'd copied off the were hundred dollar bills. "I''you need
Dusy's speedometer. more, let me know."
As I was hanging up, I heard the feet I told him my rates.
on the stairs. A few seconds later, Alex "Never mind that. I got three more
Randolph's squat figure was framed in like that for you if you crack this." He
my open doorway. I rose. expelled his breath. "Byerly, that son
He looked sad, as he would. He also of a "
looked angry and determined. He said: "We're not sure it is Byerly/' I warned
"They've been giving me the run-around him.
down at headquarters. They don't like "Who else?" he asked. ''Can't under
me too much down- there, I guess." stand why I didn't figure him right
"Nothing personal, I hope," I said. away." He left.
"Nothing but a couple of promotions . Who else, I thought. Well, yes, who
of mine they . couldn't solve. They hate else . . .
you down there, when you're too smart I went over to Mac's. I left a note on
for them." my door for Jack, telling him I was
I said nothing. I indicated the chair there. I stood on the curb in the sun for
on the retail side of my desk. a minute or two, watching the kids, and
He sat down, and said: "I want to hire then walked down to Mac's.
you. I want you to find out who killed It was cool in there, and the beer was
my brother." exactly right. Mac was explaining to a
"I'm working on it," I said. customer about the artistry of Tommy
"That's good. There's nothing they'Jl Loughran. "You notice any marks on
ever discover down there. They get him ?" Mac asked his listener.
anything tougher than a parking ticket, The customer said, no, he never had.
they start running around in circles."
"An artist, that's why," Mac said.
Which wasn't true and I knew it. I
"Like a shadow he was, in the ring, mov
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Ed. This sister was a beauty, at one There was a picture_, I could -see, on the
time, you understand ? And she had front page of the paper. l rnoved closer.
this automobile accident. It left a scar It was a picture of Rd :Sye:rly. It was,
or two on her cheek. They weren't too the story with the · picture statedt a man
THE CONSTANT SHADOW 21
whom the police were lool{ing for, right He seemed to put on a lot of wrinkles,
now. I remembered this morning, in lately."
the Chief's office, and the lead Devine My lack of sleep was getting to me
had. This was the lead. •
now. I said : "I think we'll give this
"Friend of yours in the news, Mac," I business a resf tonight. I've had enough
said. for one day."
He picked up the paper and read a Jack said: "If you won't want me, I
"
moment. "Jonesy, my gosh, it's think I'll give the blonde a ring. I'd
''You and your friends," I said. like to look at something that'll take·
He was pale. "Jonesy, you gave 'em that picture of Mary Byerly out of my
this. If Ed thinks I told you " mind."
- "He'll come and get you with a knife,'' _ "I won't need you." I said. "I'll see
I finished for him. "No, I didn't give it you in the morning. And Jack, remem
to them, Mac. They've got their own ber to be ca1·eful. You're the number
sources of information." one witness don't forget that."
Jack came in at that moment. I He promised he would, and left. I
showed him the paper. He nodded. "I've worried about him. I knew what an
already seen it." l-Ie looked sick. "And easy, fearless sort of gent he was, and
I saw his sister, this afternoon, Jonesy. how lightly he valued his life.
I was over at her house. Lord " Mac said: "I wouldn't want to be him.
"I heard about her," I said. "What That guy could very easy be victim
did you learn ?" number two, from witness number one."
"He hasn't been home since this morn - "In our business, you never know," I
ing. He told her, when he left, that he said. And, because I was tired and not
was taking a little trip in the country. too sharp: "We live with the constant
If it's true, Jonesy, he couldn't have " shadow."
''If it's true," I said. "Did you see the Mac was staring at me when I walked
picture?" out.
"Sure. I picked it out as one of the
possibilities, down at the station this N THE room I call home, I pulled
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It could have been a trap, but her She rea�he� for her purse, but I shook
.hands were empty, her purse on my desk. my hea9. "There'll be no charge for that .
I came over to stand close to her. If I accepted· money for that, J'd be
Her hands were above her head now, making the deal, not you. Can you
and then she pulled the hair above her understand ethi€s as involved as that?"
ears high. '"See," she said. The dim smile aga.in �'I think. I ean.
.
talked of it, often. You aren't the first There was a silence. Then: "You're
detective he'd
, hired." kidding, Jonesy ."
After she d left, I contemplated call "No more than usual," I told him.
ing headquarters. But I decided against "Bring a lot of money, tonight. I've ,
it. H they found Byerly, he might have revenge due me, and I mean to get it."
some good inform�tion. lf ' they contin "Huh," he said, and hung up.
ued to look for Byerly, the real murderer It was right after tha� the silly rhyme
would feel safe, and might just might began running through my mind. Noth
-make. a mistake. . ing that made sense, but it sounded like
I phoned Jack Carmichael, and told it was trying to. The pattern was
him: "I want you to stick with Alex forming.
Randolph all day, Jack. At least, until I wondered ab.out Byerly, where he
midnight. I want to know every place was now. If he wasn't guilty of murder,
he goes in that time. I'll get it from you he was guilty of blackmail, and the
tomorrow." police would have the story on that by
He said: "I can probably pick him up now. He had reason enough to hide.
at the house, this time of the day." But, still, he had Ella Hamilton as an
"Right. H you need me, and I'm not alibi witness . . . Maybe, he'd get in
at the office, leave the message with touch with her. Damn it, I had no right
Mac. That blonde give you a rough time to keep information like this from the
last night?" police.
"Ah, Chief," he said, "it's not that I fretted, and the rhyme ran through
late. And she's a lady." my mind, and the day grew warmer and
"O.K.," I said. "It's still early enough more humid. This indecision is one hell
to get in a full day's work. And be very, of a state.
very careful. You're a valuable man I decided, finally, to go out and park
right now." near the address Ella Hamilton had
gtven me.
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1ngway.
longer I delayed telling the police what Of course, I wasn't reading it too
she'd told me, the less I could do for her. closely. I was playing private detective
Withholding information from the law and feeling exceptionally cunning. Any
isn't _ the brightest thing in the world moment, Byerly should have come along
to do. and sneaked up those steps to the front ·
Doc Enright phoned and wanted to door. Or Juan, or Alex Randolph, or
know, would I be at the game tonight? any other little, fat man who might be
I said I thought I would. Unless some involved in the death of Dr. Curtis Ran
thing came up. dolph.
- He asked: "What's new on the Dr. Nobody like that came along. There
Randolph business, Jonesy?" was a laundryman who went up the
"Just some rumors," I kidded him. "I steps and came down again, carrying
hear half the medicos in town are going a bundle of laundry. There was a fat
to be mixed up in that mess, before
- it's woman who went up, carrying a bag of _
and I could deduce that she probably ton and drove ova to Mac'� AU the
had enough groceries to last for some way over that silly rhyme w-ent running
time. I might not see her again for days. through my he�d. •
There was a thin, shabby gent with a Mac was mopping out the joint. He
briefcase who looked like a collector to had his shirt off, but he was still wring-.
me. I'm familiar with the breed. ing wet. "What a life," he said. "If you
But there was nobody who looked want beer, you'll have to draw one your
simisier or suspicious or even little and self."
fat. I went up the steps, finally, myself. I went behind the bar and drew a tall,
Ella Hamilton's room was on the cool glass of beer. There was a slip of
second floor, in front, and she was home. paper on the bar with a phone number
The . room was shabby, but clean. Most on it, and I picked it up, idly.
all rooming house rooms are shabby, I "Oh, that's right,." Mac said. "Some
think. But she kept this one scrupulous babe in a Chev convertible left that
ly clean. number for Jack to call. 'If he isn't
I tried � a winning smile, and said: dead,' she said. Now, what could she
"I've been worried about you. I've been have meant by · that?" '
She nodded.
There was only one person I could being careful. He promised he'd be care
think of who'd have room. Doc Enright ful."
lived with a maiden aunt in a mammoth "Lots of formerly careful guys are
house on this side of town . He'd have dead," Mac said, and then he was star
room, and the maiden aunt was the ing at me. "Hey, Jonesy, you think ,.
hospitable sort. But I was already putting a nickel in
I phoned Doc from the pay phone in Mac's phone.
the hall downstairs and told him what A man answered, and I said: "I'm
looking for a blonde with a Chev coupe."
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I wanted.
It was all right with him. "Some babe "I'm looking for one with a Lincoln,
myself," he answered. "You're easy to
of yours?'" he asked.
please." �
"She doesn't come on until five." tenant complained, why, there was the
"You got her home address. ?" number and here was the day you called
.
"Sure thing. But I don't know you, it.
buddy. And I'm not handing out some There was the number, on a couple
thing like that over the phone." of days.
"If you'll tell me the name of the They're so smooth, and then they
place," I said, "I'll come down and prove overlook something as simple as this.
to you that it's all right." They're so clever, and then they do the
He told me the name of the place, and dumbest, damnedest things. ·
I went over. With some, the buzzer In a murder, it's best not to be smooth.
works, and with some it doesn't. I flashed In a murder, it's best to be as impromptu
it, just on the off chance, and it worked. as you can. It's the careful planning
"Oh,'' he said, "a detective," and gave that trips you up.
me the address. And all the time that silly rhyme was
It was a small, four · apartment build running through my head.
ing on Ellsworth, near Hubbard. The I went home and took a shower. I
blonde was home, and Mac was right. tried to take a nap, but that was im
She was just another blonde. She told possible. If Alex Randolph wouldn't be
me what she meant by "if he isn't. dead." be home until late, there wasn't much
That he would be within twelve hours, I could do. At eight o'clock, I was on
she had no way of knowing, then. And Doc Enright's front porch.
neither did I. "Come in," he said. "Come in, as the
I spent the afternoon looking for spider said. I hope you brought some
Jack, and not finding him. I inquired m.oney or your checkbook."
at the residence of Alex Randolph and "Both," I told him. ''How's EllaP"
learned that the boss had gone out of "Ella's fine. She and Aunt Aggie went
town for the day, wasn't expected home to a movie. That was all right, wasn't
until late tonight, and nobody at the it?"
house knew where he had gone. He was I said it was all right, and we went
just "out of town." down to the basement, to the rumpus
Jack, I hoped, was out of town with room.
him.
The boys were all there, all of them a
I went back to the office, but it was lot wealthier th=:tn yours truly, but all of
hot up there. I sat there for almost an them pl�yed this quarter limit · game as .
hour, despite the heat, wondering if I'd though it meant milk for their starving
get a phone call. I didn't, and the heat
children.
grew worse. From the north, I heard the
I played it, that night, as though I
rumble of thunder. We could use some
didn't care if I won or lost. So natural
rain.
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one,. but we got him cleaned up now. first drops of rain spattered. against the
He was strangled, Jonesy." windshield, Glen was bael. "They'll be
"He's '' waiting down there,'' he said.
"Dead," Glen finished. "Jack here? We didn't wait long, though it seemed
We want him do\vn at the morgue to long. The rain was falJing steadily when
identify Byerly as the killer, if he is." a huge sedan rolled up t�e street and
From below, I heard the voices of the turned in at the Randolpl1 home.
boys. "Byerly isn't the killer," I said. About twenty second later, another
"I'll go with you now, and we'll wait for pair of headlights came dow� the street.
Jack. He should be back in town pretty Glen looked at me for confirmation.
soon.'' They were old, dim lights, and Jack's
"What the hell's he doing out of car was a jalopy. I took a chance.
town ?" Glen asked. ''The Chief won't "That's Jack," I said.
like that." Glen stepped out into the center of
"He's chasing a wild goose," I said. the road. I wasn't far behind him.
"Let's go." The jalopy ground to a halt, and
It's an ill wind , I thought. This is the Jack's head came out the side window.
first time in months I've been able to "What the hell's cooking?" he wanted to
leave here, money ahead. know.
We took the department car. Glen "Murder," I said.
said: "There's one bloody thumbprint Glen was over at the car now. "Ed
on Byerly's collar, but it doesn't check Byerly's been killed. They . want you
with anything in the files." down to identifv him."
a,
I said nothing. The thunder was real ''O.K.," Jack said, "let's go. But don't
ly rumbling now, in the north, and there stand out there in the rain like that."
was a damp breeze blowing in the sedan "You'd better come in the department
window. Clouds overhead blanketed the car,'' Glen said. "This heap of yours
moon and stars completely. It was a de doesn't look like it'd make it.n
pressing, misera-b le night, a night to "Hmmm," Ja.ck said. "That showcase
match my mood . of Randolph's couldn't lose me. And h.e
Glen said: "Devine's got the scream was really logging."'
ing meemies. He thinks you guys are On the way down, I asked Jack:
hiding out on purpose." · "What'd you find out about Alex Ran
I told him what I thought of Devine. dolph ?"
I said : "This is a nasty racket we're all "After thirteen hours of constant
in, Glen." supervision by this trained and s·killed
"It's a living," he said. operative," Jack said, "it was learned
We didn't go over to Jack's rooming that Alex Randolph, brother of the de
house to wait. We parked near Alex ceased, owns a fox farm.''
Randolph's big home, and turned off the "And that's all ?."
lights. "That's all . Foxes, hundred of foxes,
Glen said : "I'm not the only one work and I'll bet he'll take a beating, the way
ing overtime. The Chief's waiting down furs have been dropping, lately. But
at headouarters, too, Jonesy." that's all I learned."
"And Devine, no doubt ?" I said nothing more. I hadn't any
"And Devine." He peered through the thing fitting to say.
gloom. "Is that a filling station open Glen said : "You guys sure love to play
up there ?" cop, don't you ? And without pay; It
"It looks like it," I said. beats me.''
"I'd better run up and call in, tell "With pay," I said. But without re
them what we're doing. You W'ait here.'� ward, I thought. Money isn't e.nough to
He left the car. pay me for this, tonight.
I waited, while the th.�nder grew Lightning split th e sky, and the rain
worse, while the wind rose. Then, as the was really lashing the windows now.
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Jack said: "I really should phone the Jack said: "Are you crazy, Jonesy?"
blonde.- She worries about me." "I went to see your girl today, Jack,"
"Women," Glen said. "You can have · I said. "She thought you might be dead.
'em all." She hasn't seen you for a week.'�
"I'll take 'em," Jack said. "How about lie started to say something, and
you, Jonesy?" stopped. \
"Some of them are all right, I guess,'' "Some girl must have been seeing
I said. you," I went on. "You couldn't go a
We were in front of the station, no\v. week without some babe, could you."
The morgue was in the basement, the He \Vas looking at the floor.
cool, dim morgue. "I checked Mrs. Randolph's outgoing
calls," I said. "Quite a few of them were
E WENT in, hurrying to get to you, Jack. That thumbprint on
out of the rain, but I didn't Byerly's collar is probably yours. Did
want to hurry. We went down he threaten you?"
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the worn, stone steps, and past Doc He nodded, his eyes still directed
Waters, who was bending over one of the toward the floor.
slabs. Doc Waters worked late, too, it "What the hell " Glen Harvey said.
seemed. "Dr. Randolph had these spells," I
Then we came to a slab, and Glen said. "There wasn't any danger to his
pulled the sheet down, and Jack stared. life, really, but he thought there was.
We wa.ite·d. That was a nice set-up for a guy need
Finally, Jack said: "That's different ing an angle. Lots of previous suspects. ,
than the picture all right. That's him, In the week \Ve guarded the doctor, Jack
for sure.'' met his wife. That would be a mutual
He wasn't there again, today, I attraction. Jack's got all he'll ever need,
·
thought, Oh gee, I wish he'd go away. where women are concerned. And Mrs.
The silly, silly rhyme. Randolph will have all the money Jack
·
Glen said: "We'll go up to the Chief's will ever need, once the doctor is dead.
office." Love at first sight, to use the polite
We went up slowly, thinking our phrasing. But Jack made a mistake."
separate and various thoughts. Mine I went on, hating myself. "Jack re
weren't pleasant. membered a phrase Byerly had used,
Devine was in . the Chief's office, and one time when he came to milk the
so was the Chief. The Chief said: doctor. That's the words he put in the
"Well . . P''
.
non-existent fat man's mouth 'Just tell
"That's the man," Jack said. the doctor his conscience is here.' When
Devine smirked, and the Chief nodded. Byerly saw that in the paper, he thought
"All right, we�n have a statement pre Jack was trying to frame him; he could
pared in a momento If you gentlemen guess that Jack was the killer, himself.
will sit down?" Byerly had an alibi, but he couldn't find
We sat down. I said: "Never mind her. When did he come to see you,
the statement." Jack?" ·
They were all staring at me. I thought His voice was just a whisper. "Last
of the rhyme. "He's the little man who night. He knew about Jean and me, too.
wasn't there. I know that. Byerly was He'd been watching the doctor pretty
miles away from Dr. Randolph's office close, and he saw Jean and \ me,
when the doctor was killed." together."
Devine snorted. The Chief said: "You Jean was Mrs. Randolph.
sure of that, Mort?" It go� through to Devine, finally.
I could feel Jack's eyes on me. "I'm "You mean, there never was a little fat
sure of it. There were lots of little, fat man? Jack did the knife work, when the
men involved in this case. None of them girl was out to lunch?"
were there�" (Continued on ;age 129)
O'Hara Ripped the
hot flashbulb out of -
tbe bolder at Ernie.
_,
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said: "And what can we do for you?" "� wanta find out who this guy is."
"Excuse it, please," O'Hara said. He "That's an easy one," said O'Hara.
Hipped a large hand in a deprecatory "I'·m press agent for. the Diplomat."
gesture and his brown, rugged face was "A newspaper guy, huh?'' said Ernie.
apologetic. "I'm looking for a photog O'Hara smiled a little wryly. "Real
rapher. A photog named Clancy. I see newspapermen would give you an argu
he isn't here." ment about that."
The jockey-sized man giggled, said in The dusty-black eyes rested on
a high-pitched voice: "He's . just looking O'Hara with a sort of chill speculation.
for a photog named Clancy." O'Hara didn't think he had anything
"What made you think he'd be in to worry about but, even so, the man's
here?" said the fat man. He had a blank, unimpassioned stare brought a
husky, .rolling voice and his belly moved faint breath of menace into the silent
when he talked. room.
'
"Clancy," O'Hara said, "is the kind Ernie put out a hand toward the door
of a guy who is every place except where to close it but before his fingers touched
he's supposed to be." the knob a very small man appeared in
The dark man o� the bed rolled over, the frame of the doorway. He had the
got his feet on the floor · while the wiry face of an elderly dyspeptic monkey
man by the b·ureau said: "When you and his brown suit was sloppy, stained
want to find Clancy, I suppose you just in front with hypo. That was Clancy
go around knocking on doors?"
O'Hara grinned a little. "With a con
vention on and drinks in every room, it's Kenny O'H ara, new press
the only sure way. As a matter of fact, agent for the Hotel Diplomat,
one of the hops said he'd seen Clancy
on this floor. Thanks, fellows, and was doing a bang-up job. I n
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and Clancy was na drunker than he before but it already seemed like a
had been two ·hour-s before, which was month. It was a swell job he had now;
pretty drunk. But, drunk or sober, he a hundred and fifty bucks a week and
knew what to do with a camera. regular hours and a hotel room and
He said in a fast, nearly undecipher half-rate meals thrown in made· a re
able mumble : "Heard you were paging porter's job look like small change.
me, Kenny. 'Nother picture, huh ? O.K ., It was a swell job, all right; only it
boys just look pretty." wasn't fun. /
The camera which had been dangling They got down to the lobby and
in his right hand was up in front of his stepped out into a mob of eddying,
face before he'd finished his mumble. sweating, convention-enjoying human
The flash bulb in its holder spat a white ity.
flare of light into the room and Clancy O'Hara said : "Look, Clancy, can you
said: "Thank you, boys, thank you and stay put right by the newsstand for five
thank you," and was already weaving minutes?"
backward into the hall. "You don't have to worry about me,"
It had all happened so fast that none said Clancy. �'I'm always around."
of the four men had made a move. But "Yeah," O'Hara said. "But where?
O'Hara did. He took two long steps, I've had the newly-elected officers
said, "So long, fellows," as he went rounded up twice and lost 'em each
through the door. He pulled the door time because I had to hunt you. I'm
shut after him, grabbed Clancy by one going to do it again and if you're miss
pipe-stem arm and hauled him along the ing this time, Mister Clancy, 1�11 drown
corridor toward the elevator. you in a tray of your own developer."
Clancy looked at Miss Melba,. the girl
Clancy said: "Cripes, Kenny, what's
the hurry? We got the rest of the after behind the newsstand, with drunken ad
noon to make pix and me, I · can shoot miration. "Don't worry about me
leaving here I like that blond scenery."
pix so fast you think my flashbulbs is
a guy with a lantern running behind
O'Hara bumped, threaded, elbowed
a picket fence. Why, once when I am on his way through the jammed lobby. He
the Omaha .Bee, I established a world's found the ne.w president in the barber
1eco�d by shooting two hundred pix at shop, just winding up a ma11�re. He
the livestock show in one day." dug two vice-presidents and a. recording
secretary out of the coffee shop; he
A down elevator showed yellow light hauled the membership secretary and
behind the glass squares in the door and the treasurer out of a crap game in
O'Hara said : "What'd the Bee do Room 301. And he shooed them all
award you the Blue Ribbon?'' toward Room A, off the ballroom.
He went back to the lobby., A small ,
E WAS thinking that if he was trim girl with wide-set hazel eyes and a
only still with the Los Angeles quirk to her mouth mtercepted hiln.
Tribune and not a hotel press She said : "Hi, space grabber�"
agent, he could have some fun with O'Hara said severely: ''Public rela-
that picture. Four hot lads from some tions counsel to you, Miss Ames·."
where didn't get together in a hotel
room out on the Coast without there Tony Ames said: "How goes it, Ken?"
being a Page One story in it. But when "Swell, kitten. This job is the nuts.''
you were a hotel press agent, you didn't She looked at him shrewdly, shook
put out stories on your hotel like that· her head. "You can take your hair down
you got the picture developed an d with mama. You hate the job, don't
t�rned it over to the �ops and the cops you? It's put more wrinkles in your
e1ther tossed the guys In the can without forehead in a week than you got in
undue publicity or else ran them out of seven years at the Trib. Wh.y don''!
town in the same way. you come back with us, Kenr'
O'Hara had quit the Tribune a week "And have that gang down there give
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me the · horse-laugh for a year? Brad With Tony trailing him, O'Hara
dock told me it wouldn't be a month angled across the lobby and intercepted
·before I'd sneak up to him at the _ city the lean, youngish man. "Mr. Miller "
desk and beg for my job back. Anyway, Miller halted, faced around. "Hello,
this is a swell deal I have here. How O'Hara."
about dinner here with me tonight, O'Hara did the introductions and
kitten? You can eat twice as much as Tony Ames said: "We've heard about
usual on account of � get half rates.'' your fine work in · Midland City, Mr.
"O.K., mule. But business before Miller. H you have a little time "
calories." From her pocketbook she took The curt-lipped young man glanced at
the Diplomat press release that O'Hara his wrist watch, seemed for a moment
had sent out the previous night. She hesitant. Then he said: "I can give you
said: "I note that this dive of yours " only a very few minutes. Let's find a
Interrupting, O'Hara made a grimace spot out of this traffic."
of horror. "Please, please the Diplo Tony clicked high heels alongside
mat is not a dive. At the very worst, Miller toward an alcove and O'Hara
it's only a .joint. Proceed.'' turned and jammed his way over to the
newsstand to collect Clancy. Clancy
"Staying at the Diplomat dump is one wasn't there.
Rex Miller of Midland City, who is� "Hell's bells," said O'Hara. He bit off
in your words a noted gang buster. other words that might or might not.
What gang did he ever bust?" have shocked the newsstand blonde.
"There's a great story in him, .angel "Where is that guy, Melba·?"
face," said O'Hara. "It seems that back Melba said: ''Who Clancy?"
in Midland City vice has been rampant, "Yeah, where's Clancy?"
as the editorial writers would say. So A 'fat man who was buying cigars
the good· citizens, including most of the seemed to think this was very humorous.
ministers in town, formed a committee He chuckled, sending out a wave of
to force the city administration to clamp bourbon fog, and said: "It sounds like
down and kiek the racket boys out. Not Clancy's missing, friends."
long after that, one. of the ministers on
the co mmittee got into his car, stepped Melba said: "He was here a minute
on the starter and was blown to bits. ago, Ken. Wait a second." She waved at
That was carrying things a bit too far. a passing hel1hoy, sang out: "Mike,
The state attorney general stepped in where's Clancy?" 1
a.nd appointed a special prosecutor to The fat drunk 'thought that was even
handle .the investigation. Rex Miller is funnier. He said: "Lemme find Clancy
that individual. You ought to get a swell for you, sister." He raised his voice and
interview out of hi1n. By 'swell' I mean it wasn't a sn1all voice. "Where's
one that mentions the Diplomat at least Clancy?" he yelled.
three times." Somebody over on the other side of
"Braddock said two hundred words the lobby thought it was funny, also.
and the Diplomat gets one mention if He yelled back: "Where's Clancy?"
it dqesn't slip my mind. Why is Miller
out here?'' LOT more of the delegates de
"He mentioned something about visit cided they had something there
ing a sister who's at college out here. and wanted to know where
Come on I'll try to locate him for you." Clancy was and inside of thirty seconds
He turned, took a few steps-and stopped. the idea had captured most of the con
A lean and youngish man was edging his ventioneers in the lobby as something
way through the crowd. He had a bony screamingly comic.
face, curt lips, a good jaw and a clear "Where's Clancy?" they demanded
direct gaze. It all added up to a not separately in chorus.
unpleasant total. O'Hara said: "There's Melba held her hands over her ears
the lad now." and grimaced at O'Hara.
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"You'll be unlucky twic.e in the same Everyone that is, almost everyone-e-
place. Why'd you waltz. down here with was happy. � .
my plate case and my box and brung He said, keeping his voice down:
me down here and socked me." Clancy "Geez, O'Hara, a moider!"
looked around. "Hey, Kenny, look what "A what?"
he done to my stuff!" "A moider a dead guy on the ninth
"Where's the plate you shot in 907P" floor. Dahlman wants you up there
Clancy spat blood out of his mouth. fast. He's gone _ up with the dicks and
"You think the guy was after that one?" he said you was to keep the reporters
"I don't think it, I know it." from knowing about it."
Clancy chuckled. "The guy is outa
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on this floor I won't have you disturb· earnest. He screamed: "'You're· fired,
ing our guests like that!" Clancy. And you, O'Hara, you�re fired,
Lenroot said : "Do n't worry. We'll too. Get out get out! Both of you!
handle everything nice." He checked Before I go crazy!"
the little man's pockets, found _ nothing Clancy said consolingly: '"Well, sister,
got up off his knees. "Any idea who you ain't got far to travel."
he is, Mr. Dahlman ?" Back of O'Hara the reporters guffawed
"I never saw him before." and Dahlman wrung his hands, quiv
O'Hara said: "I " ered. He darted a finger at O'Hara, at
Dahlman whipped around, noticed Clancy, and said hotly: "Lieutenant,
O'Hara for the first time. He shook a get these men out of here. Get them
ladylike finger, said : "You certainly out, please."
took your time getting up here, O'Hara. Lenroot gt·inned at O'Hara. He said:
After this, when I send for you, you "It'll be a pleasure, Mr. Dahlman, a posi
come hopping." tive pleasure."
Lenroot showed long yellow teeth in He got O'Hara's arm in a hard grip,
a grimace at O'Hara. He was a large grabbed Clancy by the sh'Oulder. He
stomachy man with a long, pale face and said : "On your way, bums."
pale eyes. He said: "What're you doing O'Hara said hotly : "Listen, you fat
here, O'Hara ? I thought you were out head "
of the newspaper racket and after "Nah," said Lenroot. "I don't have to
marty years out of my hair." listen. Get going. I been waiting a long
"He's doing publicity for us," Dahl time, O'Hara, to put you in your place."
man said. "I sent for you, O'Hara, to O'Hara's eyes were humid, red wa.s
say that you positively must keep this creeping up the back of his neck. He
thing away from the reporters '' said : "If you'll give your, ears a cha.nce
He broke off and stared past O'Hara, instead of your mouth ,
moaned softly: "Oh, my goodness, my Lenroot was marching th-em down the
goodness !" hall and he said: ''When you had the
O'Hara turned and there were five re Tribune behind you, .. I had to listen to
porters and two photogs barging around your gab. But you're just a tramp out
the angle of the corridor, bearing down of a job now. Shut up and scram!"
on t�em . Mason, the house dick, was Clancy said : "You want me to take
borne along helplessly in their midst. a poke at this mug, Kenn·y?"'
Kendall of the Times was in the lea-d O'Hara suddenly shrugged, stopped
and he chortled happily : "O'Hara, resisting Lenroot's hand. He said: "O.K.,
you're a hotel press agent as is a press Lenroot, but you're going to regret
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His t face was do-ur, , tight-muscled at the down the flight. Miller was hurrying,
corners of the jaw and his �yes were his well-shined black shoes twinkling
dark and angry. from �tep to step. O'Hara matched his
Clancy said : "Don't take i t so hard, . h urry, although not with the thought
Kenny. Hell, I been fired off lots better - of wasting any time on� Miller at the
jobs than this. · I . been fired off the St. moment. If Mr. W. J. Herman of Seattle
Looie Post-Dispatch, the Cincy Inquirer, had checked out only ten minutes be
the Newark Ledger, the Frisco Chron- fore, it was possible that he'd still be
icle , the Atlanta Constitution, the " at the motor entrance, waiting for a
O'Hara managed a grin. "Quit brag- cab. O'Hara didn't know exactly what
ging." - he'd do about it if that was so; but at
"No kidding, I been fired off " least he could note the number of the
"Never mind. Where can you develop cab and· talk to the hacker later.
that- shot you took in 907?" · . O'Hara · swore at Lenroot silently. If
"Right in the hotel darkroom I can do Lenroot hadn't been such a jerk and
it." - hadn't roused O"Hara's Irish, the fat
"We don't work for the hotel. Re- man could have been grabbed before
member?" he so much as tried to check out. O'Hara
"I know a commercial photog over on swore at himself, too. He could have
Hope Street. I can use his joint." handled the big homicide dick .if the
"Go to it. And make me three prints. O'Hara temper hadn't: slipped its leash.
I'll be around the hotel waiting for Miller turned into the corridor that
you." opened onto the motor court and for a
moment was out of sight. O'Hara got
LAN CY went away and O'Hara to the corridor and halted abruptly. The
remained, an island of silent special prosecutor from Midland City
had stopped just inside the doorway
•
, The clerk nodded. "He turned in his the Diplomat register was in the front
key and paid his bill not ten minutes seat beside Ernie. O'Hara saw Rex
ago." Miller reach for the rear door of the
"What'd he look like?" Cad, open it. Miller climbed into the
"A rather stout man. In fact, I might car quickly, the wiry young man popped
say very fat." in after him. The Cad rolled away.
.. "Thanks," said · O'Hara. O'Hara got to the curb in time to see
At the Diplomat the motor entrance the Cad swinging around the corner of
"' i� a floor below the lob·by and the stairs the boxwood hedge outlining the motor
that , reach it are across the wide ex court. He got a glimpse of a.n Illinois
panse Jrom the desk. O'Hara fought his license plate, a glimpse that gave him
way slowly through the convention only two of the numbers, and then the
crowds and reached the top of the Cad was gone.
stairs. He went back · and up the stairs
·
He saw the angular brisk back of toward the lobby and the telephone
. Rex Miller of Midland Ci ty halfway booths. , H e was thinking &�out Lieu-
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tenant Lenroot whose face was going to sai.d it, practically into the face of a
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be very red when he saw in the Tribune pompous man with roached gray hair
the 907 _ picture and read that one Rex who stood waiting. ·
Miller, special prosecutor in the Mid The pompous man said indignantly:
land City case, had driven hurriedly "I beg your pardon, sir P"
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away from the Diplomat with three O'Hara muttered: ''Sorry. Just send
prize suspects in the linen-closet kill- the nuts back."
O'Hara moved off throug·h the lobby
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He knew that Lenroot would try to toward the entrance of the cocktail room
land on liim like a ton of brickbats and the pompous man decided the fellow
for holding out. O'Hara had the come- must be crazy or drunk or both and let
. back for that one, something about it go at that.
leading a mule to the information
trough but not being able to force the 'HARA was making wet, moody
mule to have any. circles on the bar with his high
Wedging himself into a phone booth, ball glass when Tony Ames
he dialed the number of the Tribune and found him thirty· minutes later. He gave
got through to the city desk. her a windy, up-from-under look.
A crisp, brusque voice said: "Hello, She said: "You don't have to bite me,
hello." too. I'm sorry, Ken. And if you want
O'Hara said: "Brad, this is Ken me to, I'll go kick Mr. Dahlman in the
O'Hara." . face."
At the
·· other end of the wire Braddock O'Hara managed a grin. "Excuse,
began to laugh. "W·ell, hello, black kitten. L-et's park and I'll buy you a
sheep. · I hear you got fired." drink."
·
said he took him to eight early in the The fat man was in the center like n,
afternoon." She stopped and then said Buddha in a sweat-stained shirt. The
slowly: ''Ken, you know things about wiry mustached man lounged gracefully
this murder that you're not telling." against the bureau and Ernie was frozen
For a moment O'Hara didn't answer. into a pose of startled motion. The
Then he said : "Tony, I'm going to put jockey-sized man grinned straight into
you in a spot I've been in many times. the camera and O'Hara .thought it a -.
If I teD you something in confidence, little ironic that he seemed the happiest
I know you're not going to violate my guy in the picture and had wound up
confidence by tipping off Brad or the dead within minutes of that moment.
cops. I know a little something abo1�t The picture supplied other details that
this killing. I'm going to find out more O'Hara hadn't noticed when he'd been
and then I'm going to hang it on Brad in 907 because his attention had been
and Lenroot like a horsecollar on a jack- occupied exclusively by fnur hot char
ass. acters. The fat man's �oat was hanging
"
Tony looked worried. She said : "Ken, on a post of the bed and there was a
this is a murder. Do you think you folded newspaper sticking &om one of
ought to hold out?" the pockets. There were three empty
"Hold out?" said O'Hara. "Hold out? beer bottles on the bureau and two un
All afternoon I've been trying to tell opened bottles. On the writing desk was
those two guys what I know. And what a folded document of some sort. O'Hara
do I get out of it? Insults, a kicking thought he could distinguish lines and
around!" markings of some kind on it.
Tony sighed: "Some time I'd like to Even with his naked eyes, O'Hara
find an Irishman who could be sore but could read the letters, MIDLAND
sensible." NEWS at the top of the newspaper.
·
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worse. He said: "Leave us get a drink, on nine. Nor a road map marked as
- Kenny." far as Alkali Center. Set in the middle
''You go get one," O'Hara said. of the bleak Mojave Desert, ringed in by
Clancy ambled away and O'Hara hot rugged mountains as barren as the
headed for the corridor that housed a surface of the moon, the small town of
half-dozen specialty shops. In the Alkali Center would seem to hold little
jewelry shop O'Hara borrowed a jewel interest for racketeers from the lush
er's glass from the slinky brunette be civilized flatlands of the midwest.
hind the counter. He screwed it into his O'Hara sat down at a writing desk,
eye and bent over the picture. scribbled a few terse notes on a sheet of
The indistinct lines on what had Diplomat stationery, sealed the notes
looked �t first like a folded document and a print of the picture in an envelope.
jumped up blackly and O'Hara saw that He wrote his name on the envelope,
it was not a document but a road map. slipped it into his pocket and went to
A highway had been paralleled in crayon find Clancy.
and the marking led to the town name He dug Clancy out of the barroom
"Alkali Center'9 near the edge of the and together they · headed for the base
fold . . ment garage wh·ere O'Hara's unwashed
O'Hara returned the glass to the slinky coupe sat like an unashamed leper
brunette and went back toward the among the proud and shiny cars of the
lobby, more puzzled now than he had Diplomat trade. Clancy didn't ask why;
been before. In the beginning he hadn't h·e just went along.
seen any more to the . killing of the O'Hara said: "I'm taking a ride out
jockey-sized man than a simple and sor into the desert, Clancy. I could use
did disagreement between thugs. It some help maybe." ,
seemed apparent now that it stemmed "0 K ., Kenny."
_ .
somehow from the Midland City racket "There's maybe one chance in ten we
case. But how? And why had Rex might run into trouble. I just wanted
Miller, special prosecutor in that case, you to know."
waltzed off with three hoodlums, one of Clancy yawned. "Well, I got nothing
whom must certainly have committed else to do and I'd kinda like to see the
the murder? desert. It must be the sheik in me."
"Got a camera to take the place of the
OR a moment O'Hara toyed with busted one?"
the thought that the Midland City "Yeah. Drive by my place and we'll
organization had put the snatch pick it up."
on the man who was fighting them. But, They angled around an impressive
reconstructing the scene, O'Hara dis town car and O'Hara pulled open the
carded the idea. Talking with the wiry door of his coupe.
man at the motor entrance, Miller had Tony Ames grinned at him from the
given no indication of being fearful or seat. She said : "I'd been wondering
even startled; and, if he had been inter how much longer you'd be."
cepted unexpectedly by the wiry man, "What's the idea ?" O'Hara said. "If ·
off your mind and then you and Brad into every open filling station, of which
can kiss and make up and life can go there hadn't been very many, to check
on." for a trace of the pale-green Cad. ·The
"I hadda babe like her once," Clancy Cad had been unreported by one . and
observed. "S"he useta follow rne around all.
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while I shot pix she thought it was O'Hara and Clancy hadn't talked f.or
,
romantic. But I got rid of her." a long time. Now O Hara broke the
· "And how · did you do that, little silence. l-Ie said reflectively: "Some-
man ?" said Tony. times I think I'm nuts, Clancy."
·
"I married her and she got sick of "Don't worry about it, kid. The
· looking at me and six weeks later ran nicest guy I ever knew was a· cop that
away with a Marine. I think her name cut his wife's throat."
was Gladys.'� "What's that got to do with it?"
O'Hara clim bed und er the wheel and "Well, this guy had known for ten
Cla ncy climbed in at the other side of years he was loony but he was smart
To ny Am es. O'H ara tooled the coupe enough to fool everybody. Then one
out of the garage. He drove three night his wife and him have a little argu
blocks north and six blo ck s west an d ment and she says like .a wife does, 'Oh,
stopped in front of an apartment bu ild - Albert, you're crazy' and he hops up
a.nd yells, 'You been peeking', and cuts
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He sai d: "Here's your hacienda, ho n. her from ear to ear. He was a swell guy,
Help the lady out, Clancy." . . everybody liked him."
"I don't think I like you, O'Hara," "If I had sense," O'Hara said, "I�d
said Tony. "You do this to me after all have shoved that picture end as much
the stories we've worked on together." information as I had down · Braddock's
O'Hara patted her ha nd . "This time throat _and th·e cops C()uld now be doing
this job and I could be getting some
it's different, To ny . You're working for
Braddock. If you go ou t o n this with sleep. But, no, I have to get sore."
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me an d do n't report in, he 'll fire yo u. If
yo u do report in, you v iolat� my confi They drove on another mile. O'Hara
_ demanded: "Well, I had a right to get
de nc e. Your place ton igh t IS by your
own fireBI" de." sore, didn't I?"
"Sure, kid."
Tony gave in. When she was on the
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•'You ll wa� · up." fronted restaurant with a sign that said:
By nine o'clock O'Hara had covered Hot Meals Cold Drinka-Air Condi
the filling stations, garages, auto courts tion·ing.
and restaurants of Alkali City without Clancy climbed out, staggered around
digging up any information about the the sidewalk on rubber legs for a mo
pale-green Cad or its occupants. It was ment. He said: "If that sign don't tell
beginning to warm up as he and Clancy the truth I'll sue."
started out to cover the skein of desert
roads radiating from the town. NSIDE they chose a booth and
When noon came O'Hara was at his Clancy expanded in the chilled air.
tenth stop . He came out of a 'dobe A waitress came over and he said:
shack besi de an oldster who looked as "Just gimme some ice, sister and pour
though he had died, been dehydrated bourbon around it."
and then set in motion by springs and O'Hara ordered beer and they both
wheels inside his leathery skin. A sign ordered steaks. While the drinks and
above the shack said, Jawbone Flats the steaks were coming, Clancy said:
Super-Service. One decrepit gas pump "Kenny, it ain't 1ike me to be curious
stood in front of the place. but I been kinda wondering. Whatta
The oldster said: "No, sir, I been on we do if we catch up with these guys?"
this spot twenty years and ain't seen "The first thing is to locate them if
such a Cadillac pass in all that time. possible. Tlien we call in some desert
Nor I ain't seen any of those hombres law for a round-up. After that we try
in that picture you showed me." to dig out of them the who and the
O'Hara patted sweat ,off his forehead . why of the hotel killing and just where
with a handkerchief that was a damp the boy prosecutor stands in the whole
ball. He said: "Thanks., Dad." business. If he stands where I suspect,
By now the desert was a huge hot it's a story that's going to shake some
mirror, reflecting the sunlight with a underpinnings back in Midland City.'•
dazzling violence that assaulted the eyes "Do we run in circles out in this sub
and fried. the brain. A mile away to the division of hell until we find them?"
east there was a round cool-looking lake O'Hara shook his head moodily. "If
which O'Hara knew wasn't there be we haven't cut their trail by evening,
cause they had just come that way I'll have to crack loose with the picture
through a blistering desolation of rock, .and what information I have."
sand and greasewood. Beyond the non By the . time they had finished the
existent lake rose a range of barren, steaks the air-conditioning had Clancy's
chocolate-brown mountains. teeth chattering. He said: "Leave us
O'Hara climbed under the wheel and get out where I can defrost."
the dusty washboard of desert road They went out and sat in the coupe
began to flow toward them hotly. He while O'Hara checked . maps. All up and
said gloomily: "Hell, this could be a down the street they were the only
wild goose chase, · Clancy. Those guys humans who were foolish enough to be
might be five hundred miles from here.'' outside braving the heat. A liver-colored
Clancy came feebly to life and mut� dog came around the corner, folded up
tered: "Yeah." He mopped sweat. "If in the shadow of the car and began to
I was running this desert, I would put pant, a pink tongue lolling out at a
in a saloon every quarter mile. With mouth corner. The dog was too much
plenty cold beer, maybe a guy could for Clancy.
stand it." · He panted like the dog and said: "I
"Want to call it off." gotta go back in there and get a cold
"Nab I still got a pint of blood to be drink even if the air-conditioning freezes
dehydrated." me stiff. Yell for me when you're
An hour later they were back in Al ready."
kali Center, pulling up before a green- He weaved back into the restaurant
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and O'Hara concen!r.ated on the map. wouldn't miss one made lly the coupe.
He didn't seem to mind the heat so The cloud mounted higher ground· and
mu.ch any longer; he thought that prob then stopped and disappeared at a spot
ably his nerve ends had been destroyed that looked as thongh it migkt be from
by it. He was putting the maps back three to four miles off the highway.
in their case when movement attracted With the naked eye it was. impossible to
his eyes. distinguish any habitation at that point
He focused and saw that ·� the move- but there must be something of the sort
ment was at the doorway of a liquor there. O'Hara pulled off the, shoulder,
store at the end of the block. The door stopped and checked his map. No
completed its outward swing. The wiry cou·nty road was shown at that point,
man he had last seen at the Diplomat which indicated that the track gave ac
emerged, climbed into a battered sta cess to some small mining property or
tion wagon. The station wagon swung homestead.
in a U-turn, went north on the highway He debated the next move. There
� and out of town. would be a township marshal or perhaps
O'Hara honked, looked toward the a deputy sheriff in Alkali Center. But
restaurant. Nothing happened. He it would take time to get l>ack there, ex
climbed out, took long strides to the plain things and drive out again. Mean
door and hauled it open. Clancy was not while the wiry man and llis companions
in sight. O'Hara muttered a comment might be moving 011. It would be
on Clancy's ancestry and went back to smarter, O'Hara decid.ed, to camp by the
the coupe. He got it rolling in the wake rathole and, if the rat's ran, to run along
with them.
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a mile of th·e light, now a very defined hurry, at least they wouldn't be able
square of orange in the blackness. O'Hara to come after him any faster than their
had cut that distance in half when twin feet would carry them.
lights, the night-eyes of an automobile, After that he hugged the \vall of the
snapped on near the illumined window. building and worked his way slowly and
They began t-o move, bore down directly silently to a point beside the lighted
on O'Hara. window.
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He stepped off the track, crouched be Rex Miller s crisp voice said: "Gin!"
hind the circular bulk of a tu1nbleweed. Ernie swore. "Damn if you don't have
A jackrabbit, startled from that cover, the damndest luck!"
hopped out between the ruts, flopped his Miller chuckled. "Science, my boy.,
ears at the approaching lights and There was the crisp snap of cards
hopped away just in time to escape the being shuffled. Ernie said: "Pour us
wheels of the station wagon as it rushed some drinks, pal, while I shuffle. This
by. . . . lousy desert make� a guy dry."
O'Hara was sure he could dist1ngu1s h There \Vas the click of glass,vare and
two figures in the car as its bulk blotted �
o Hara thought, this is it! He'd wanted
out briefly the star-dusted horizon. He to stall, to listen, to soak up any infor
swore softly; if one of the pair was Rex mation they might drop in their conver
Miller all this hee}..and-toe business sation. But a picture like that was . too
across the desert would be largely wasted good to lose, would be worth a thousand
words he might overhear.
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But at least someone· was out there He slipped a bulb into the flashgun
on the desert yet for the glowing window swift.l)�, fingered the shutter release,
still hung in the night like a framed pivoted around to the window, holding
painting of light. O'Hara plodded closer the box chest high and at an angle to
and closer until he was beginning to dis catch the whole table.
tinguish things in the room beyond the The flashbulb flared like lightning in
window. . the night.
He could see Ernie, the dark-faced The tableau was perfect. Rex Miller
man, seated at one end of a table. The at the moment was pouring a drink in
other end was hidden from O'Hara until Ernie's glass. Ernie was flipping a card
he worked himself off the road so that to Miller. They had the relaxed smiling
he could see into the room at an angle. appearance of a couple of pals whiling
away an ev�n1ng at gin rummy.
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for the highway, guided now and then "Well, press agents a�e all right in
by the swift passage of faraway sparks their place but you weren't cut out for
that were headlights. one. I tried to tell you that but no, you
He had put a quarter-mile between wouldn't listen. You h.ad to well, what
himself and the building when he saw the hell, welcome. baek, Irish."
the headlamps of the Cadillac go on. "It's swell to be back, Brad."
They went off again quickly. The Cad Braddock said briskly : "And now
wasn't going to roll for a while. let's skip the corn and get to the story.
Shoot."
CHAPTER FOUR "Yesterday," said O'Hara, "I blun
dered into Room 907 at the Diplomat,
Hot Story looking for the hotel photog, a little guy
named Clancy. Instead of Clancy, I
.·. ·;:. - RADDOCK came on the wire in walked in on four guys that looked hot
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O'Hara had squeezed himself. He was linen closet on the ninth floor." .
so,re. "Mmm," said Brad-dock in the mono:.
He said: "You fatheaded Fenian, tone that indicated he was taking notes.
what's the idea of you getting drunk and "You got any identification on them?"
putting through collect long-distance "No. By the way� have the cops iden
calls to the Tribune ? O'Hara doesn't ti�ed the little guyr" ·
work here any more. Remember?" "Not yet. Let's have a description of
"I'm not drunk," O'Hara said virtu the other three."
ously. "And I just called to find 9ut if
"I can give you betteJ' than a word
you want me to come back to work."
picture . . The missing Clancy arrived just
"Did you have to go two hundred
about as these guys were about to have
miles ont of town to put in the call?"
words with me about crashibg the room.
Braddock yelled.
Clancy had the n·otion it was a conven· .
O'Hara chuckled. "Stick your head
out the window, Brad, and we can· save tion group so he snapped a shot at them.
While they were still looking, startled,
long-distance tolls. Anyway, I'll come
I got Clancy and me the hell out ..-.of
back to the Trib - if you beg me to."
there. Twenty minutes later one of the
, "Beg you! After the way you walked
guys cornered Clancy i» the washroom
out on me to become a lousy stinking
press agent, I should beg you!" and kic·ked most of hi·s plates to pieces.
But it so happened . he didn't get the
"I'd hate to have to take a good story
like this to the opposition." shot Clancy had made in 9'07. Send · a
"Huh ?" said Braddock. The loudness copy boy over to Mike's Grill and have
went out of his voice. "So you've got a him pick up an envelope I left there
story up your sleeve, huh?" with Mike. There's some notes in it and
a print of the shot , showing aU the guys
"Just an exclusive angle on that Dip the room, including the
that were . in
lomat killing."
prospective corpse."
"Why the hell didn't you say so,
"Oke," said Braddock. O'Hara could
Ken? Shoot!"
hear him yelling for a copy boy, telling
"Am I working for the Trib ?" the boy· what to do and, for Pete's sake,
Braddock said : "Irish , I'd beat your to get the lead out of his pants. "O.K.,
ears off if you tried to work for any other Ken, that's swell. The story is sort of
sheet in town. I wasn't sore at you so half-baked we need identification, back
much as I was sort of hurt you wouldn't ground, motive but maybe your old
listen to me and walked out on the '£rib pal, Lenroot, can get action on that once
to be a a-" h e has the · picture. He's going to be
"A lousy stinking flackP" said O'Hara . pretty sore you didB't 3ive ltim this
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photo yesterday hey, what the hell am and the deputies got out to the flat
I saying ? I'm sore, myself. Why didn't roofed shack, it was dark, deserted. The
you give me the picture yesterday? And Cad was gone and O'Hara got some
what the hell's the idea of you run ning plea�ure out of thinking how hard some
off two hundred miles to call in about body had had to work to pump up those
it?" big tires . by hand. The station wago·n
"To Query One," said O'Hara, "I tried squatted by the mine shaft but the dep
to give both you and Lenroot the dope uties learned little from looking it over
and you both brushed me off and I said except that it had been bought the day
to myself, nuts to both those guys and before in Riverside by, so the bill of sale
I hope they hate nuts. To Query Two, said, one W. J . Herman. The fat man,
there's more to the story." O'Hara thought, had probably acquired
"Well, what're we wasting time on it because running around the desert
conversation for? Give." country in the pale-green Cad with the
"You've heard of a guy named Rex lllinois plates would draw too much at..
Miller?" tention.
"We had a �ory on him this morning.
So what?" 'HARA and Clancy pulled into
"Yesterday afternoon I saw him ride the Tribune parking lot at elev
off from the Diplomat with the three en the next morning. O'Hara
survivors from 907. For reasons I won't had had no sleep. His feet were sore
go into now, I figured they were headed from the long hike across the desert. His
for somewhere around here. And to stomach was unhappy abou t the ham
night I tracked Miller down, found him burgers he had forced on it in lieu of
being very social with one of the guys breakfast. A blanket of the famous Los
from 907 at a little mining camp about Angeles smog overlay the downtown
twenty miles out of Alkali Center. I district and the acrid fun1es bit his lun gs
have a hunch if you'll Wirephoto that and smarted his eyes.
picture back to Midland City you'll find But he felt fine. The thought that
out that the guys in 907 are the racket once more he had a desk in the city
boys he's supposedly prosecuting." room on the third floor of the dingy gray
"You mean you think he's sold out to Tribune Building was· enough to make
the other side?'' him feel dandy.
"Well, in almost the words of that He went inside with Clancy at his
Hoosier poet the ho�odlums'll get you heels. He stepped into the old and creak
if you don't watch out." . ing elevator and slapped the ba. ld, elder·
"You're sure on all this, Irish ?" ly operator on the shoulder. He said:
"I got a picture of Miller and the hood ''Hi, Otto. Beautiful day."
playing cards and drinking together. I'm Otto said: "Yes, Mr. o�Hara." He
sending that plate in by a grease monkey didn't glance directly at · O'Hara. His
from the local garage. He owns a hot face had a sort of embarrassed look, the
rod and is yearning to let it out. The look a man has for a friend who has
plate should be · there by two-thirty, time done something unpardonable.
for the second home edition. Oke?'' But O'Hara was too keyed up to notice
"Oke," said Braddock. "What makes it.
with you now ?" Otto rocked the car to a stop at the
"Clancy and a couple deputy sheriffs third floor and O'Hara took Clancy's
and I are waltzing out to visit the mine. pipestem arm . "Cotne on, little 1nan, and
The deputies say it was sold to East I'll show you the place that's going to be
erners a while back but hasn't been
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worked since the sale. Chances are we "You think they'll give me a job,
won't find anyone hanging around out Kenny?"
there now." "If I ask 'em to," said O'Hara, "they'll
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last night, I figure I rate around here Braddock said: "Moming, Ken." His
again." He flipped a greeting at the voice was level, noncommittal.
blond receptionist. "Morning, Duchess." O'Hara frow·ned down at Braddock for
The receptionist said in a very re a moment. Then he said : "What goes
strained · way: "Good morning, Mr. on here? The welcome I get from Otto
O'Hara," and went back to sorting mail. and the Duchess and you, a guy would
O'Hara thought she could have been think I had bad breath or something."
more enthusiastic in welcoming back the Braddock was a small, bulldog-jawed
prodigal but he guessed she was busy. man with keen blue eyes and, on oc
He and Clancy went through the gate casion, a fiery temper. He did.n't vent
and past the partition into the city room, the temper now. He said mildly: �'Bad
which was quiet, almost deserted, at this news certainly gets around an office."
hour of the morning. A man on the re "What's that crack mean ?"
write battery was hammering out a story Braddock said : "Maury, let's have
and Braddock sat at the city desk. what you've done on that story ?"
That wasn't normal; Braddock should The rewrite man pulled the sheet from
have been off and the chair should have his typewriter and flipped it to Brad
been occupied by George Hale, day city dock, who relayed it to O'Hara. The
editor. A faint sense of unease began to story led off:
steal over O'Hara when he put Brad
dock's presence together with the chill Three Mid,vest racketeeTs were hunted
throughout the Southwest tod� on kid
greetings he'd had from Otto and the
nap charges, following the dt\rlng escape
receptionist. from their hands of Rex �ib�r, M idland
He said: "Hi, Brad." City gang buster.
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Kidnaped from the Hotel Diplomat "Perhaps you know what you see,
here in broad daylight and held in a
O'Hara," said a crisp voice behind him.
desert shack for twenty-four hours, Mil
ler won freedom early today by a des "But you don't know how to interpret
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sped along a road near Bakersfield. Al O'Hara swung around. Rex Miller
thouJl;h bound hand and foot, the vice and John Norman, publisher of the
prosecutor had mana��:ed to operate a
door handle with one knee and threw
Tribune, had stepped out of Norman's
himself out as the car rounded a curve. office. Miller's left wrist was taped, one
Still bound, he was found a few minutes side of his face bore marks of brush
la�er by a passing motorist, who rushed burns. His eyes ·were red-rimmed with
him to Bakersfield for treatment of pain
ful but not serious inju ries. Afterward he
loss of sleep but they bored into O'Hara.
returned to Los Angeles to -aid local He said: "When I ran into Ernie
authorities in the hunt for the asserted Angelo at the hotel doorway, h e told me
kidnapers. · he had a gun in his pocket and that he'd
The hunted men have been identified
as Fred "Tiny" Waldon, Ernie "The kill me on the spot if I didn't get into
An gel" An,gelo and Arthur Vickers, all that car."
of Midland City, where Miller has been "Ernie wasn't holding a gun on you
heading an investigation into vice co�di
last night to make �YOU play cards and
tions highlighted by the recent bomb
murder of a prominent minister. drink with him," O'Hara snapped.
The dramatic denouement of the kid Miller snapped back: "You didn't
naping was completely at variance with notice, I suppose, that my · ankles were
an earlier story which this paper pub
taped to the chair. There was nothing
lished through a regrettable miscon
ception o f the circu mstances involved I eould do at the moment but accept the
and which intimated that Miller possibly situation and pass the time as well as I
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John Norman, gray, neat-haired, said:
'HARA slammed the copy paper "Now, Mr. Miller, I trust that in view
• dowtl on Braddock's desk. His of our complete retraction, you'll re
face had flushed a dark red, his consider "
jaw was tight. He said: "Brad, he's
"Sorry," Miller said curtly. "I under
lyiBg from hell to breakfast. Miller went
stand, of course, that O'Hara is prima
away with those guys all on his little
rily to blame for the whole disgraceful
own. And if that wasn't gin rummy
story but the Tribune printed it and
and drinks between pals at the shack
my only recourse is to sue. A retraction
last night, l'm blind. The picture will
isn't enough to undo the damage done
prove that. Where's the shot I sent in?"
to my reputation."
Braddock said flatly : "No picture, -·�.
up?"
"Well, mine's kinda wacky," said "Ken," said Braddock, ''if we had a
Clancy. -"On account of I work left: prayer, I'd baek you . to the limit. But
handed, I got the exposure set up just everything points to the fact that you
backward." went off half-cocked on the story." He
O'Hara shook his head as though he shook his hard, round head regretfully.
was trying to roll off a succession of "Just one week as a press agent ruined
punches. Then he said: "Brad, don't let you, got you to dreaming up yarns."
this Miller phony put it over on you. I O'Hara said: "Clancy, let's get o.ut
know what I saw he got in that car of h ere. This appeasement atmosphere
willingly " is beginning t-o gag me."
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Out on First Street, Clancy mur "You could go back and teH Brad he's
mured: "I need a drink." '
got guts that re tough like a dish of
"Do you think I don't?" said O'Hara. boiled tripe."
They started down the street toward "Brad's in a spot. Norman hopes to
Mike's Grill and when they had gone smooth Miller over, escape a libel suit,
half a block a rough hand grabbed get away with just a retraction. He
O'Hara's arm from behind an� swung won't let Brad fight it.. And anyway,
him around. Ken " She hesitated.
It was Lenroot's hand and h·e bared O'Hara fixed her with a narrow,
his yellow teeth at O'Hara. He said : wounded stare. "You,. too:! You think
"So, you lousy hold-out " I'm a dummy who'd "
"Take that paw off me," O'Hara said, Tony said quickly: "Don ,t say that,
his voice coming huskily from behind Ken. You know I think you're tops as a
his teeth. reporter and as a guy . It's just that I .
"If you'd given me that picture, I'd instinctively liked Miller, that's it hard
had those guys. I got .a good mind to " to see him as the kind wOO'd go crooked.
O'Hara said in the back-of-the-teeth Call it woman's intuition and even a
voice: "You haven't got a good mind, woman's intuition could be· wrong. All
Lenroot. And if you don't take that mitt of which is aside from the real problem,
off my arm, so help me, I'll slug you if which is to get you out of this jam by
I go to the clink for it!" proving you're right and Miller's a crook.
Their eyes locked and presently Len What can I do to h·elp?"'
root's hand fell away. He said: "You O'Hara lit a cigarette� peered a little
should have given me that picture, owlishly at Tony through the smoke
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O'Hara, and you know It. cloud. "O.K., kitten. I've been wonder·
"Did I try to ? And did you kick me ing how Miller could fall o1tt of a car that
downstairs for my try?" would be moving at least thirty-forty
O'Hara turned his back on Lenroot miles an hour and co1ne vp practically
and, with Clanc� leading the way eager intact. Want to call that' Bakersfield
ly, went into M1ke's Grill. hospital for me . and get an exact list of
Miller's injuries ?"
ONY AMES found O'Hara and "The office has that report. Brush
Clancy in the third booth on the burns on the left knee, left shoulder and
right at Mike's when she came in -
face, a sprained left wrist."
at one o'clock. "Another thing I've been wondering.
Clancy was working on his sixth high Why didn't those guys just stop th-eir
ball and he wasn't sober. He said vague car, back up and grab him again ?"
ly : "Sit down, babe. Have a drinkie ?"
"According to the story he told,'' Tony
O'Hara didn't greet Tony. He scowled said, "the motorist who found him was
down at the Scotch that represented his only a short distance behind. It scared
third encore. He wasn't plastered but them off."
the alcohol, added to fatigue and frus Clancy said brightly : ••ntd I ever tell
tration, had him fairly high. you about when I was working for the
Tony Ames sat down opposite him. Wichita Eagle and I was throwed\Out of
"Ken, I just got to the office and heard a car in a traffic crash and came up
about it." Her clear hazel eyes were standing, just in time to get a shot of
troubled. both drivers sailing through the air?
O'Hara muttered : "Rub it in, kitten. Did I ever tell you?"
If I'd taken you along like you wanted, "No," said O'Hara.
you could have backed me up on the "You wanta hear?"
story." "No."
Tony let that slide. She said: "Is "O.K. Let's have a drink."
there anything I can do, anything you "Yes."
want me to do?" Tony said : "Ken, I've got to get back
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get some sleep and . then we'll figure licking up highballs · safely out of the
way of traffic.
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"Sure," said O'Hara.
"Sure what?" HEY walked to the Diplomat and
.;"Sure I'll figure what to do." O'Hara parked Clancy in the
Tony shook her head hopelessly, lobby. The coffee had brought
patted O'Hara's hand, went out without O'Hara pretty well back to the point
looking back. where he was walking on the ground;
The waiter came and took their order seen from that vantage point, his idea
for more drinks. An hour later O'Hara of running a bluff on Miller about a
sq:uinted at Clancy. O'Hara wasn't see non-existent picture seemed a . little thin.
ing double; there was only about one But it might get a reaction and he
and-a-half of the little man. couldn't think at the moment of a better
O'Hara said: "Let's go out and ring idea. He took an elevator to seven and
doorbells, Clancy, specifically Mr. Mil rapped on the door of 768. He rapped
again.
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"Do we go out there and whap him, There was movement inside and then
pappy? Or what?" the door came open a cautious four
"Suppose," said O'Hara, "I was to sud inches. Rex Miller's bony, earnest face
denly find out that I'd sent the wrong peered at him.
plate in from Alkali City, Clancy ? Sup The face drew down into a frown
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pose I was to call on Mr. Miller and tell Well, O'Hara, what do you wan t, com-
him about my mistake and · say that the ing here?"
picture shows him to be in such a posi "Talk to you."
tion in his chair that his ankles couldn't "We've got nothing to talk about."
have been taped to the legs? Suppose I "You could be wrong, couldn't you?''
told him I was sore at the �ay the The look in Miller's eyes said he didn't
Tribune had kicked me around and that think he could be wrong. In the room
if I �ould g�t together with his pals, I'd the telephone began to shrill. The sound
consider selhng the picture?" pulled Miller back a little from the door
involuntarily and O'Hara used the mo
"\Vhat picture ?" said Clancy.
ment to shove the door wider and walk
·"Oh, nuts let's go."
in. When it was done, Miller lifted his
They took a cab, partly because
shoulders resignedly and crossed the
O'Hara didn't like to drive when he had
room to the phone.
that much Scotch aboard and · partly
He uncradled the instrument, said:
because he couldn't recall at the mo
"Yes ?"
ment where be had left the coupe.
O'Hara watched him. He thought the
Two blocks from the Diplomat,
pale bony face went a shade more pallid.
O'Hara stopped the cab and paid it off.
Miller said: "No. . . No I tell you . . .
He took Clancy into a diner and had Damn it, I'm busy. I'll call you back."
three cups of black coffee for himself. He slammed the phone down, faced
Clancy ·disapproved. lie said drinking around. "Well ?"
coffee was a bad habit; he'd known a guy
O'Hara had swiftly discarded his idea
on the Washington Post who gave up
of talking about a fictitious picture. He
liquor and started drinking coffee ,· and
said : "Look, Miller, I was a dope. I'm
was dead in three months.
sorry. I apologize. Isn't the apology and
"He walked in front of a sightseeing the retraction enough without a · libel
bus," Clancy explained. suit?." .
"What did that have to do with cof Miller sneered. "Crawling now, are
fee?" -
you ? No, O'Hara, I'll get a judgment
"If he hadn't given up liquor," said that'll take the gold fillings out of every
Clancy, "he would of, at that hour of the tooth on the Tribune."
M URDER'S NO LIBEL 49
railing there beside 1\!Irs. Van Druten, the missed his cab at the nearest corner.
gray-haired and dignified head operator He strolled in the gray tight toward .the
of the Diplomat. three-story building. He gav� the plate
He said: "Van, if there's a call comes glass door a quick try as he passed a�td
through from 763 " found that it was locked.
Mrs. Van Druten said: · "The call is Rounding the corner of the next side
through, O'Hara. And you smell like a street, he drifted down to the a;lley that
distillery. Why don't you ever buy me paralleled Seventh Street and walked
a drink?" down the alley to the rea-r of the three
"I'll buy you a million. What number story building. He saw . no rear stairs,
did 763 call?" no fire escape. But there was a panel
"I can't give out that information. truck parked in the areaway behind the
Anyway, I could·n't stand a million vacant store and above the ear the white
drinks, O'Hara, and you couldn't buy fringe of a curtain fluttered in the draft
that many. And I can't give you that from an open window.
number." When dusk had turned into darkness,
Mrs. Van Druten lifted a stack of O'Hara clambe,red to the top of the
telephone tabs, began to sort them. One truck. The windowsill was still three
slipped from her fingers and drifted out inches too high. He jumped, caught the
over the railing to the floor. She said: sill and hauled himself u-pward. A mo
"O'Hara, be a gentleman and pick up ment later he was inside a darkened
that tab for me." room that had the odor of a kitchen. He
found a swinging door, passed through it
O'Hara picked it up and engraved a
and struck a match. The match Hare
phone number on his memory. He
showed living room furniture, and, on a
handed the tab back and said: "I'll make
table by the wall, the shape of a phone.
that two million drinks."
He crossed to it in the dying light of the
He went back to the lobby and stepped match, struck another aud saw that the
into a phone booth, got on the line with number on the phone was the one tha.t
a telephone company special agent whom Rex Miller had called.
he knew. He decided it wouldn't -be smart to
When he finally hung up, he had the turn on lights. So he used a book of
information that the telephone number matches, prowling the living room and
Miller had called was listed to a resi
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the single bedroom that lay off it. In
dence, that of one D . Birkall, at an ad '
the bedroom he found a man s shirt on a
dress on West Seventh. rumpled bed, two suits hanging in the
O'Hara jotted the number down and closet. The suits bore the label of a
went out tq .look for Clancy. Clancy had Midland City tailor. The name of the
done his disappearing act again and customer, inked on the label, was that of
O'Hara shrugged. He didn't feel like Arthur Vickers.
nursing Clancy now, anyway. Back in the darkened Jivmg room, his
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hand on the phone, he debated whether City. So what could I do but back
to call Braddock first or Lenroot. Be up the identification?"
cause this was it; it could be proved that "You coulda claimed you were blind·
Miller had called this number and a folded," Ernie said.
police stake-out would pick up Vickers "I had to tell my story before I knew
here and Mr. Miller's libel action and O'Hara's picture at the mine was a dud.�
his fairy story about being kidnaped Miller cleared his · throat harshly. "My
would be blown out of the water. O'Hara opinion is that, for a supposedly smart
wished he didn't have to depend on mob, you fellows have acted like morons·.
either Braddock or Lenroot; but he'd If you hadn't killed the little fellow in
gone as far as he could alone. the hotel room, there wouldn't have been
While he was still undecided which call any stink."
to make first, there was the distant click Tiny's voice rolled out placatingly.
of the vestibule door. There were feet "Perhaps you don't understand exactly
on the stairs. O'Hara swore briefly and what happened there, Rex. The little guy
bitterly and retreated to the bedroom. picked up Ernie the first night we got in.
He heard the apartment door open and Taey got drunk · together. He said he
then lights sprang on in the living room. was a gun from Chi, he knew the names
He flattened himself in a corner behind of a lot of Chicago loogans and things
the door. He could see a segment of the about them you'd ordinarily have to be
living room through the tiny crack be a gun to know. And he seemed to know
tween the door and its frame. angles here. Well, maybe we were too
The fat man Tiny Waldon passed gullible but we could use a guy that
down the room, shedding his coat, hitch knew local angles. And, first thing we
ing pants higher on his paunch. He went knew, this little guy had learned plenty
out of sight, saying : "Boys, we got to do about us. But he made a mistake that
some fast figuring." His voice was mel afternoon in 907 he took off his coat
low, rolled smoothly up from his belly. and went into the bathroom to wash.
The wiry young man who was Arthur Vick prowled the coat just for the hell
Vickers stopped by a cabinet radio to of it and found stuff that showed the
work a cigarette lighter that stood there. guy was a Chicago private dick named
Through a . cloud of smoke he said: Hanley. Well, we put the screws to him ·
"You're not kidding, Tony. I've been in and he admitted he was working for the
jams before but none as f9rm-fitting as Citizens' Committee. Seems they didn't
this one." He -exhaled a cloud of smoke quite trust you so they had him working
and went out of O'Hara's view. on us under cover and he tailed us to
Ernie's voice was a snarl from some the Coast. We couldn't let him walk out
where in the room. "If Miller had used of that room so I let Ernie operate. We
his head, we wouldn't been jammed. just had to do the best we could under
Why the hell, Rex, did you pull a dumb the circumstances."
caper like identifying us on the kidnap Watching Miller's f a c e, O'Hara
ing? I oughta beat your brains out for thought it turned a little sick. But he
that." didn't feel sorry for the guy; he couldn't
There was a little silence and O'Hara feel sorry for heels who sold out.
waited for Miller's voice. It didn't come Miller said: "It was still a mistake to
at once. Miller walked into the portion have killed him there. And that ex·
of the room that O'Hara could see. His pedition to the desert was a piece of un
face was tight and pale and there was necessary stupidity!"
anger in it. He picked the chair by the "Well, Vick wanted a look at that mine
radio. he'd bought and got suckered on and we
He said: "We agreed on the kidnap all thought it'd be a good idea to get out
story and on the escape, didn't we ? And of L.A. for a few days. As for dragging
the Tribune had that picture made in you along, we had to keep an eye on you
�07 and had it identified by Midland until our deal was complete."
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"To hell with the arguing," said 'HARA made an upward gesture
Ernie's voice. "We're jammed. What with his hands, his shoulders,
do we do now?" •
and marched out past Vickers to
Waldon's tone was still smooth. "We the living room. Ernie's dark face was
can salvage· a lot out of it. Let's take it still gaping at this development but Tiny
point by point. First, I've just had word Waldon was chuckling, his belly rippling
that Rex's man back in Midland City with every chuckle.
has handed over the affidavits on the In his mellow voice he said: 'lsWon
killing there to our man. That breaks derful, Vick. Wonderful! How did you
the back of that case. This California do it with mirrors?"
killing is tougher because of that photo The wiry man expanded a little. "I
graph in 907. But if we get out of the never use matches, I use a cigarette
state and back home, they'll need more lighter. I saw burned matches in a
proof than the picture to get us extra couple of ashtrays so I figured somebody
dited with the connections we have. As had been prowling in here since dark
for the kidnaping, Rex will refuse to sign and maybe they were still here. I checked
a complaint." the kitchen while you guys talked.
Miller .said : "You kno'v what that Nothing. That left the bedroom. And
d.oes to me. I'm washed up back home after a bit I caught a twinkle of light
but good, now." a couple of times at the crack of the door.
"My boy," said Waldon, "you're get It must have been one of O'Hara's but
ting enough dough out of it so you don't tons."
have to worry about being washed up." "And now," Ernie chortled, "we can
Miller's jaw worked and his voice use O'Hara to · play button, button, let
went up, cracked a bit. "But I've got him have it on the button.''
to know about " O'Hara still said nothing. Little beads
· "Everything will be O.K. there. But of perspiration began to pop out on his
first you get out of the state so we'll forehead and there was a vacant, cold
,
know we re clear on the snatch rap. feeling at the pit of his stomach. He
Right, VickP" looked at Rex l\iiller but Miller's eyes
"I guess so," said Vickers' voice. were downcast, his face stony.
Ernie's voice said: "What the hell's The f�t man rubbed cushioned palms
wrong with you, Vick? Ain't you in together. His smile was delighted, the
terested in all this?" green-rock eyes twinkling. He said :
"Sure, sure. I was just relaxing and I "Well, well, O'Hara, I suppose you heard
tbin·k I need a drink to help. Be with everything from behind that door."
you guys in a minute." "I couldn't miss," O'Hara said. His
throat had gone dry and constricted and
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drawn a long thin-bladed knife from fat man from behind., whispering into
somewhere under his coat. He felt the the fat man's ear.
point delicately with his left thumb. His The fat man shook his head. "No,
dusty-black eyes had expression in them Rex. O'Hara knows too much, entirely
now eagerness. He said: "Why waste too much. Take him, Emie!"
time talking, Tiny ?" Miller straightened. His right hand
Vickers said : "Don't get blood around, came away from behind Waldon, holding
Ernie. After all, I just borrowed this a gun, a short-barreled, .shiny .82. He
place from my brother-in-law and he said thick.ly: "On your feet, O'Hara, and
won't like blood around when he gets get . out of here!"
back from Vegas." For a moment the silence in the room
"Did I get any blood around the hotel had a stunned quality�
room ?" Ernie said, sounding a little Then Waldon said persuasively : "Rex,
wounded. "Now, Tiny?'' don't be a dummy. Knowing what he
"It might as well be now." does, O'Hara can't walk out of here.
Er�ie got up easily and sinuously. He'd dynamite all of us, you included.
O'Hara said in a low, taut voice: Now give me b�ck that gun and, if you
"Miller, I can understand these guys. don't like watching it, go for a stroll."
They're rats, they know they're rats and Miller breathed heavily, audibly. He
they don't pretend to be anything else. didn't seem too familiar with the han
.
But a guy like you, a guy that sells out dling of a gun. But he said; "'Drop your
his own side the decent people w·en, gun, Vickers."
hell, compared to you the rat is the king "You damned fool/' snapped the wiry
of beasts. You must have started out as man. "You're forgetting that we hold
a right guy, Miller. There must have an ace."
been a time in your life when you could "You've all carried me along ·as far
look in a mirror and not hate what you as I can go," said Miller drearily.
saw. So are you going to sit there now "There'll be no killing here unless it's
and do nothing ?" one of you that gets iito ][ tell you
Miller had a death's-head look. His drop that gun!"
eyes were sunken, his cheeks suddenly Ernie, with an incredibly swift wrist
gaunt. He · strained out: "O'Hara, motion, flicked the knife at Miller. His
there's nothing I can do. I'm not armed. execution was perfect, his aim lousy. The
I couldn't help if I wanted to. There's slim blade missed Miller a foot but it
nothing I can do."
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where outside of the apartment there "Sounded like the dame took a pow
was the sound of running feet. He was der when shooting started. Like I'm
aware in the same foggy way that a gun taking powder now "
-not Vickers' had spoken uproariously He choked on blood. The half-grin
a couple of · times. He concentrated on we�t away like a flame blown out and
the wiry man's wrist, forced it down and life went out of him at the same instant.
down, gave it a final bitter . �rench. The Miller was already off his knees, turn
gun banged and Vickers cried out, went ing toward the door. O'Hara followed
rigid, relaxed into limpness. O'Hara took him, forehead corrugated and specula
the gun from the boneless hand and tive. Miller jerked the hall door wide,
shoved himself to his feet. The dark turned and took stairs to the third floor
faced man was on hands and knees in se�ral at a time. A door stood ajar at
the middle of the room, his head hang the head of the stairs and he thrust past
ing and wagging as though it belonged it.
to some freak toy. Miller leaned against When O'Hara reached the door, he saw
the wall and blood streamed from a long a lighted living room that matched the
tear across one cheek. He dangled the one below. Lights went on beyond the
.8� i n one hand and watched Ernie inch bedroom doorway and O'Hara crossed,
his way slowly and painfully toward a not hurrying, and halted on the thresh-
un that lay no more tl;lan a foot from old.
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is right hand. He didn't make it. His Miller was bending over a girl on the
arms and his legs collapsed and his face bed, lifting one of the girl's limp hands,
plowed into the rug and he lay still. feeling �or a Pl!lse. The girl was young,
dark-haired, thin under the bla·nket that
ILLER shuddered and his eyes, was tucked below a lax chin. She slept
a little dazed, came up to meet heavily, not moving. O'Hara could see
O'Hara's stare. Then he shoved more than a casual resemblance between
himself away from the wall and came to her thin youthful face and the bony,
ward O'Hara, the nickeled gun seeming anxious countenance of the man bend
to feel a way for him. . ing over her.
O'Hara said: "Guns down, Miller. O'Hara said: "Sister?"
Thanks for everything but you're still Miller nodded. "Thank God I've
not in the clear." found her, O'Hara." ,
Miller's eyes burned at O'Hara now. "They �ut the snatch on her to handle
He muttered: "One side, O'Hara-get you, huh ? '
out of the way! I've got to talk to him
before h e dies."
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Miller took a deep breath of relief and
stood up. He said: "Six days ago I got
He barged past, went�to his knees be
a message in Midland City that Linda
side the wiry man. The wiry man
flick.ered dull eyes at him. had been kidnaped and that I was to
come out here, register at the Diplomat
"That was really a merry-go-round,
and see Waldon, meanwhile keeping my
Rex," he gasped. He hiccuped and blood
mouth shut. I had no choice. I flew out
spurted past his lips, dyed his chin and
here and Waldon put his proposal. He
his collar. said the two key witnesses in-. the Mid
Miller said hoarsely : "Vickers, where land City case had disappeared. I
is she ? Man, you're washed up-you've checked by phone. It was true. But I
got to tell me before you die." had affidavits from both of them. Wald
The wiry man's voice _ came from a on told me that if I'd arrange to have
great distance. "Yep, Rex washed up. the affidavits turned over to his man .
That's me." back there, I'd get ten thousand dollars
"For GQd's sake, where is she ?" and Linda would be freed. Otherwise
"Upstairs. We had her upstairs, she'd be killed. I pretended to play
doped a dame looking after her." The along. I arranged for the affidavits to be
wiry man made an attempt to grin. turned over but not until they had
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been photostated. I was to get the story you'll write won't, make a:ay less of
money tonight and be told where Linda a monkey out of me.'�
was being held." "How does it feel?"
O'Hara said : "And you took a chance "It don't feel good, Irish."
on upsetting everything by keeping "I didn't like it, either, when you made
Ernie's knife out of me." an ape out of me the other day. Be
"I couldn't stand there and see mur seeing you, pal . out in the sticks."
der done.'' ''O.K. and I hope I catch you spittin'
"Thanks," said O'Hara. "And that, on the sidewalk on my beat." But his
Miller, is not an empty word. Well, we'd voice didn't have the old bou.nce.
better get an ambulance." He started to There was the sound. of several voices
turn, then said: "About the libel suit faintly at the other end and th·en Clan
now " cy's voice came clearly. "Hey, Kenny,
\ ._ "Forget it. That was just part of the I was looking for you all over. All over
act I had to put on until they'd released I was hunting."
Linda." "That," said O'Hara, "m�kes us even.
O'Hara went back downstairs and g(}t I've been hunting y(}u. every five min
on the phone. He called the receiving utes for the last three days. Put my
hospital and reported merely that an girl friend on." .
ambulance was needed for a sick wom Presently Tony Ames' voiee cam-e over
an; he didn't want any opposition re the wire and O'Hara said: '�Well, you
porters barging around for a while at were right, angel face as alway·s. Miller
least. After that he called the Tribune, was leveling all the time."
got thr.ough to th-e city desk. "I knew it, Ken. I was sure of it�·
He said soberly : "Ken O'Hara, Brad." When I get an intuition "
"Whete," said Braddock, "the hell "Sure, kitten. That intuition stu1f is
have you been? We've got a regular where you gals have it on us guys. We
Irish wake going on here · for you." have to get our facts the hard way. Had
"Huh?" dinner yet?"
"Your friend, Clancy, came in and said "Not ye.t ."
you'd got a line on the kidnapers and "You've got a date." He was silent
you'd disappeared. Your pal, Tony for a moment.
Ames, has been chewing her fingernails "Yes Ken?"
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to the elbows. Even your sidekick, Len "Put Lenroot back on, kitten.�'
root, is hanging around trying to find Lenroot's voice said presently:· "Ain't
out what mess you've been cooking up you rubbed i t in enough ?"
for the cops. So what have you been do- "Get the lead o.ut of your pants and
ing?" get out here," O'Hara growled. "How
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"Settling that libel suit for you." can I give you credit on the case if you're
"How come ?'' not around?"
"I've got the real story now, Brad, and "Huh?" said Lenroot. Then h.e rum
it's a lulu." bled : "Hell with you I don't need any
·"Shoot we've got five minutes to the charity."
next deadline. I'll make my apologies to "Nuts to charity," O'Hara said.
you later, Irish." "How're you and I going to dig up any
O'Hara talked at breackneck speed good fights if you get sent to the
for a minute and a half. Then he said: sticks?"
"That'll hold you for now. Put Lenroot "Yeah," said Lenroot. "That's right,
0 n. " ain't it?" His voic e began to have a lift
Lenroot came on and said : "Hello." to. it ag ain. " You got something there,
, .
"Hello, monkey." Ir1sh . I m · coming out and, by cr1pes I
"All right, you made a monkey out of
. think when I get there I'll hamg one �n
me." Lenroot' s voice sounded unaccus- your chin just for luck."
tomedly old, heavy. "And I guess the "You," O'Hara said, '�au wU else?"
v
Someoae b.ad slipped a knife
iD.to Isabel and walked ou t.
neighbors in the building got an earful that heap of his ()Ut of the way. Garson
of them arguing. The battle was as loud got out and looked around. The cop had
and shrill as if they'd been husband gone back to his post; he had his own
and wife, and practically every word immediate business, to unsnarl the
came through those paper-thin walls. traffic j�m enough to let cars go
The usual thing. Garson had learned through· .· Seventh Avenue.. Garson tried
that Isabel was seeing a lot of a lad to push his car, but he couldn't budge
named Clarence Hannen, and he didn't that ton and a half on wheels. He wiped
like it one bit. a face wet with sweat as well as rain
It took Garson ten minutes to say all and looked at the peopte on the side
he had to say. Then he walked out on walk. Not one of thos-e hundreds of men
her. moved to give him a hand.
Night w�s falling and it was starting Maybe they were dressed too fancy
to rain when he reached the street. His and the rain discouraged the·m. I don't
car was parked a couple of hundred know.
feet away. He drove east to Central The fact remains that nobody there
Pa·rk West, then turned south . He was thought it w:as his partieular business
� very upset and didn't remember much to help Garson.
of the drive ·except that at Columbus Behind him, practically touching his
Circle he went through a red light and rea:r. _ bumper, was a coupe. The woman
came close to knocking over a man who driver was the only one in it. Garson
jumped out of the way just in time. At asked her for a push. She said she didn't
Fifty-Seventh Street Gal�son headed east want to break her clutch or transmission,
again. He lived in Queens and was tak she wasn't sure which, and she lit a
ing the widest street to the bridge. cigarette and waited for something to
As he was crossing Seventh Avenue, happen so she could move on.
his motor stalled. The car rolled a short Garson returned to his car and stood
distance more and ca.me to a dead stop a while in the rain. Then he got into the
directly in front of Carnegie Hall. car and got behind the wh·eel. If nobody
By that time it was close to eight worried ' about ·him, why should he? He
thirty. Th�re was a concert in Carnegie was comfortable.
Hall, and a mob trying to get in was Eventually the snarl untangled itself.
jammed under the marquee, out of the Cars sw·ung around him. He was still
rain and the street was packed solid with blocking a good section in front of
cabs and private cars trying to get to Carnegie Hall, but nobody seemed
the curb to discharge their passengers. willing to step into the rain to help him,
so nothing was done about it.
· And there was Garson's car stuck in the
middle of it, with traffic piling up behind Some ten or fifteen minutes after he'd
him past the Seventh Avenue inter got stuck, he tried the starter again, and
section. Garson almost wore out his the motor turned over. A flooded car
battery, but the motor stubbornly re buretor, probably.. John Garson drove
fused to catch. home.
At nine o'clock that same evening my
ELL, the point of what squad and I were in Isabel Lewis'
happened from here on, is that apartment on official b·usiness.
nothing happened. Horns There were plenty of witnesses to give
honked and drivers yelled tp him to get us an idea of what bad happened. It
out of the way, and people waiting to was generally agre�d " by the neighbors
get into Carnegie Hall stood watching. that at ten after eight the battle
Nobody came over to him. Ga�on just between her and the man- · ha"d stopped,
sat there helplessly pressing the starter. and that after a fifteen minute 'Silence:
After a while the traffic cop at the or about twenty-five after eight she
intersection walked to within fifty feet was heard to scream. Nobody was sure
of him and yelled to Garson to push whether she screamed with rage or was
A K I LLER I N THE CROWD 57
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beaten, and nobody seemed to want to asked to push his car with her car. The
horn in on what seemed to be none of newspapers helped us find her. She read
his or her business. that we were looking for her and got in
A few minutes later, though, a man touch with headquarters.
and woman next door heard her moan. She recalled the incident. But to her
That made it a little too much to stay the man in the stalled car had only been
out of. The man found the door un somebody who had stood in the rain
locked. He went in, and there was Isabel beside her own car, without identity
Lewis on the floor wi�h a carving knife except as a male. As for the make of
in her. She was too far gone to talk, and that car, s·he couldn't distinguish one
she was dead before the ambulance from another. And she was vague about
arrived. the time; for all she knew, it might have
It wasn't hard for us to find out who been as late as nine o'clock, so at any
the man was she'd had the battle with. rate she couldn't have alibied him.
Nobody had seen him come or go there The fact was that everything was
was an automatic elevator but she was against Garson. He'd been in Isabel
heard to . call him John during the Lewis' apartment; he'd been jealous;
argument. In a drawer we found he'd quarreled loudly with her. It was
passionate letters to her signed John, still an open and shut case.
and there was his full name and his
address on the envelopes. So we picked -LL, I never before heard
John Garson up in his hom e in Queens, anybody curse anything as
and he freely admitted that he had been bitterly as Garson cursed New
in her apartment. York. Because if one person among those
It looked like an open and shut case. hundreds had helped him ush his car,
The way we saw it, fifteen minutes after he would have had his ali i. Or if the
he and Isabel Lewis had stopped shout traffic cop had come close enough to
ing at each other, he'd gone into the give him a hand or at least speak to
kitchen.ette for a carving knife and him, the cop would have been able to
slipped it between her ribs. identify him. ·
But his story was that he'd been there But there he was, with what at first
only until ten after eight. Where had had seemed a terrific alibi, right there
he been at the time of the murder? in the sight of hundreds of people in a
Stuck in his car in front of Carnegie
· conspicuous spot, and it didn't amount
Hall . to a hill of beans because every last one
. A perfect alibi. of those people was minding his own
business.
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the dark and the rain, a shadowy head son had let off steam by telling her off,
In a car. Hannen by slipping a knife into her.
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There had been the -traffic cop. A Anyway, that was Garson's idea.
stalled car? Sure, cars were stalling all So we picked up Clarence Hannen in
the time. He had all he could do attend his home in Brooklyn . He claimed that
ing to his b-usiness, which was directing at the time of the murder he was in nis
traffic. Besides, if he did recall one room writing letters. Prove it ? He lived
particular stalled car at eight-thirty that with his sister and she had been out that
night, he hadn't come close enough for evening, but he didn't have to prove
a good look at Garson or the_ car. anything. That was up to us.
That left the woman Garson had (Continued on page 130)
EE BASSLER brought his truck One of the worst, last year. An east
to a cautious, sliding stop by the wind howling down the gorge, freezing
curb. He climbed out of the cab, onto everything it touched. Electric
and stood for a moment braced against lines grew fr.om thin strands to great
the wind, head lowered toward the icy ropes and cables of glittering crystal,
rain that was silver-plating trees and pulled crashing down by their own
wires and buildings. He squinted an ap weight. Bassler, and all the repair meli
praising glance at the swaying cables of the Midstate Power Company, had
overhead, estimating how much more ice worked thirty-six hours without relief.
they could bear before they came down. Live wires writhed and sputtered in the
His face was set; he was frowning as he city streets whole sections of town
ducked into the lunchroom. blacked out transformers and booster
Bert, the sallow-faced counterman, stations failed under crushing overloads.
brought coffee in a heavy white mug and He finished his coffee slowly, refusing
put · it on the counter in front of Lee. to think of the .moment when the cup
''Nice we�ther, huh ?" he said . would be empty and he would go back
"Nice weather to be inside." to the truck and open the two-way
The coffee stung his mouth pleasantly. radio. He did not know what kind of
It brought a small revival of feeling to trouble would be waiting for n:i'm, but he
his chilled body, so that after a moment knew there · would be trouble. Three
he unzipped his heavy jacket and shoved hundred sixty days out of the year he
the earmuffed cap back off his forehead. ran into nothing tougher than a burned
He was bone-tired, and the shift \Vas out stove or a melted fuse b<Jx. Then it
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only two hours old. came up ice, and things went to hell in a
Bert leaned his elbows on the counter hand-basket.
and watched the rain freeze on the win
dow screen. He said idly: "We don't E dispatcher on the radio an
hardly ever get through a winter with swered his call with the brisk un
out one of these clanged ice storms. concern of a man who has an in
'Member last year?" door job on a bad night.
"I'll say I remember!" "Got a soft one for you," be said.
house that lets go. But once in a while, "How do I know they sent you?"
when a sudden� tremendous, searing "Here's my identification," Lee said.
overload hits the wire, the transformer He showed the company folder with his
burns out too. ··A nd one of the few times photograph and thumbprint. "Or hell,
Lee could remember such a load coming call the company if you want."
onto the line was the time an electric For one breathless moment the man
heater had .fallen into a bathtub and acted as if were going to act on that
electrocuted a woman. . suggestion. He turned, and then came
He brought the little truck to a sliding _ back to the door. "Oh, what the hell,"
stop in front of the house where the girl he said. "Only make it snappy, will ya?"
had come out. His steps crackled across "Won't take a minute," Lee promised.
the growing sheet of ice from the side He found the fuse box in the back
walk to the door. There were still lights entryway, and flashed his light on it.
on inside, and he punched the bell im Several of the fuses, he saw, were a new
patiently. He waited only an instant type that would accommodate a big
before ringing again, hearing a deep overload and not blow out. They were
toned chime from within confident that O.K. in some districts, but outlawed in
no one could sleep through it, and deter this one. The company was used to that
mined that no one s.hould . -if a service man got to keep all the ,
It was a man who answered the door pennies he found screwed in behind fuse
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-a timid-appearing young man with a plugs, it'd buy him a good many cigars
wispy moustache and white eyebrows. in the course of a year.
He wore a smoking jacket belted tightly "Nothing here," he said.
around his waist, and was yawning huge He reached for a door and pulled it
ly as the door opened, although there open. Steps sian ted down · into darkness,
was no great sleepiness in his pale blue and the soft hum of a furnace came from
eyes. somewhere below. A three-switch panel
"Light company�" Bassler said. was on the wall, and Lee kicked up the
The man said: "What about it?" center toggle at a guess. Lights came on
in the basement. .
"What's your trouble here?'"
"New furnace ?" · Lee asked. Some
"Trouble? What trouble?"
times new furnaces proved too great a
"I got no time to guess with you," said
Lee. "I got a call from the company to load for old wiring. Better to look for
come here. They tell me you need a the common things first.
trouble man." "Put in when the house was built," the
"We didn't call anybody." man said. "You're wasting time going
down there "
Lee Bassler tried to be patient, re
membering the frightened face of the His voice trailed off, for Lee Bassler
girl. "You don't always have to call,'' was going on down the stairs, making
surprisingly little noise on the steps,
he explained. "Sometimes the trouble
shows on a transformer, or on the area busy eyes picking up all the details of
drain at the substation, and then the the house wiring.
company sends me out. So I'll have a The house was modern as most, but
look at your house wiring." there were a few unshielded wires over
The pretense of sleepiness was gone head. At first glance nothing was wrong
now, and the man�s eyes were sharp and with them. Lee picked out the heavier
lines that would be carrying 220 volts
a little wary. "No dice," he said shortly.
· for the range and the · automatic 'vater
"I a.in't lettin' anybody in this time of
night. We got lights enough to do us." heater. Then he saw the severed wire
with its bunchy, unprofessional taping
"Sure, and your house'll probably
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burn down before morning," Lee said. job.
"Mister, the company sent me out to "Haywire," he muttered.
check your wiring. You wanna get me From above, the man said sharply:
canned?" . .. "Find anything ?"
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Without answering, Lee went to a Lee said. "Come in and help me with
door beneath the stairs and shoved it this guy while I call the police."
open. The room beyond was dark, but "Good Lord," Phillips said. He came
he could see the dim outline of a car. into the kitchen and stopped when he
For an instant only his mind played with saw the young man. "Connor!" he said.
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the idea of reaching, groping for a light "Then it must be McCready who was
s'vitch . Then instead, he pressed the "Middle-aged guy, dark overcoat."
stud of his flashli�ht. The beam showed "That's John McCready, all right,"
him an enclosed basement garage. The Phillips said. "I've warned him a time
car parked in it was quietly expensive, or two about monkeying with the wiring.
its doors closed and motor off. But there You suppose that's \vhat burned out
was no time to look at that. the lights a few hours ago?"
Lee Bassler did not answer. He was
UDDLED almost at Bassler's busy at the phone, turned so that he
feet was the dark-clad body of could watch the man Phillips had called
a man. As Lee bent over, h e Connor. Rule one for a service man who
could catch the faint sickening odor of ran into big · trouble, was to call some
scorched flesh. He spun the light beam body to handle it. If you found a pole
upward, and knew how the man had down or a transfprmer b.urned out, you
died. called a big truck to help. If you found
It was beautifully, dreadfully con somebody who refused to pay charges,
trived. One end of the 220-volt line had you called the credit offiee . If you found
been cut and brought back so that a murder but that wasn't on the list!
shining finger of copper lay across the Where in a lineman's- job would you find
switch . It was impossible to reach for murder ?
the togg-le · without bringing a hand You mig.ht find an clement burn ed out
against the bared wire. Lee looked down of a range, or a water heater acting up,
at the floor. Whether by custom or by or a f!-lse box scorched, or a pip e conduit
plan, a steel drip pan was there, so that smoking. But mu.rder We ll, Bassler
anyone reach ing for the s'vitch would be there it was in the basement below you :
reaching for 220 volts o{ death. A death trap that a man who handled
Bassler caught the wire in insulated hot wire couldn't miss. And a dead man
pliers and bent it up and out of reach . caught in it . And take it easy now
He backed out of the garage and a scared girl who'd run out in an ice
bounded up the basement stairs. He storm earlier to get away from some
took the lapels of the young man's thing in this house !
smoking jacket in his fist. He said to the phone: "Homicide."
"Who is it?" he said. "Who killed He said: "Send somebody to lOli
him?" Barton. We got what looks like a mur
The man's eyes rolled. His mouth der out here. Me ? The power man.
opened convulsively, and his weight Sure, I'll stick around."
sagged against Lee's arm. Lee shoved He replaced the phone, and leaving
him into a chair and was reaching for Phillips with Connor, he began prowling
the phone when the door chime boomed through the house. Lights were on in the
softly. most imp-robable places: closets and
It was the chubby man from next halls, the typical trail of someone going
door, the man n_amed Phillips who stood through a dark house trying to find ·a
revealed in the back entryway. Phillips light that worked. He came finally to
said : "I caine over to " Then he recog a door behind which was darkness, but
nized Lee Bassler, and his heavy jaw a light came on as soon as he pushed the
dropped. door open.
"What are you doing here ?" he said "Uncle John ? Ray?"" said the girl's
voice.
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"Man electrocuted in the basement," "Ray for what?" asked Bassler.
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There was a stifled gasp and she sat bare-shouldered in ice storms. He was
up in bed staring at him. Lee had a step-father to Ray Connor, who man�
moment to decide that his judgment aged McCready's office and was . engaged
about her looks had been O.K., before to McCready's niece. What Connor was
she clutched the down comforter up doing in the house in a smoking jacket
around her. was something Lee Bassler could figure
"What are you doing here ?" she said only too well. Lee didn't like it much,
angrily. · but the conclusion was inevitable.
"Who's the dead guy in the base "The transformer burned out about
ment?" three hours ago," he told Fogarty. "I
She screamed, then. It was soundless, came out on the call and we fixed up the
but if ever a woman screamed with her trouble. Just as I was leaving this girl
eyes, with the back of her hand muting came out of the house with nothing on."
her mouth, this one did. Then, like an Fogarty leaned forward, and Lee said :
·automaton, she got out of the bed. "Just a dress, I mean no coat or any
found a robe and slippers, and came thing. She was scared, no doubt about
stiffly toward Lee Bassler in the bedroom that. · But I had plenty to do elsewhere,
door. Something about her made Lee
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"Ray? What do you know about "Anybody could," Lee said. "But
Ray?" more'n likely this Connor guy was help
"You just asked if I was Ray !" ing her. They're engaged, not to use a
"Ra y? Wh y, he's my he' s " stronger word."
"Husband ?" Fogarty lifted an eyebrow, but Lee
"We're we were we're supposed to sensed that his surprise could be as much
be engaged." at Lee's vehemence as at the informa-
"Looks like it," Lee Bassler said sour tiOll.·
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I've called the cops."
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storm, so why not get smart and take it about the same time Lee Bassler's fist
easy." came sledging against the man's mouth.
"I'll have to call in," Lee said. Connor sprawled on the ftoor. There,
It took quite a bit of explaining to the safe on · his back, he weDt on cursing
dispatcher. On a night when every until Fogarty nudged his ribs with a toe
available man had twice as much as he and told him to shut up.
could do, why was Bassler involved in "You gonna let 'em beat me upP"
a murder investigation, three hours after Connor demanded o
his duties in that neighborhood were "Do it myself, if you don't watch your
completed. Lee did a lame job of ex talk!"
plaining, and the dispatcher, since he Fogarty grinned at Lee Bassler. "I
could think of no practical way to call don't know which one of 'em's right," he
Bassler away , silenced the truck. Bassler said, "but it looks like yoti're a good
turned away from the phone to face a bet either way.''
gentle mocking grin from Sergeant Fo "Don't be silly," Lee said. "I been on
garty. call. I can account for every bit of my
"You don't mind my eavesdropping time." ·
this jerk to fix up the kill! And I can "Damn it, I wasn't eve:n here!" said
guess how you co�xed him to do it, too, Connor. "I didn't get out here till the
you little " lights were back on! Belen had gone· to
The girl jumpe<:l up and slapped him at bed, so I put o·n a s.mokiDg . jacket and
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sat down to wait for the old man. I "Nobody that hadn't had some ex
thought he'd gone to a dinner." perience would know enough to use the
Fogarty said: · "How about it, Helen? �20-volt line and put a ground plate
Is ne telling the truth ?" down."
Reluctantly, the girl said: "He wasn't "You tryin' to hang yourself?" Fo
here. Uncle John started to go to his garty asked.
dinl)er just before the lights went offo "Listen," said Lee. "Anybody that
I thought he'd gone. When the lights went through that first electrocution
went out I thought it was a fuse, so I a woman in a bathtub would know how
went to the back hall, ·and then I I to rig another. And he'd know the trans
thoug ht I heard something in the base former'd go out!"
ment. I was frightened, but I couldn't "I still don't get it."
find a·-cari'dle or a flashlight' or �nything: "When we fixed that transformer, I
Then when the lights .came on it- .startled went to the Phillips house next door.
me so I· ran out without even stoppi_ng He had a kerosene lamp burning didn't
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even have a light switch on so that the
"You can do· better than that!" Fo-
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light would come on when the current
garty said. . came back."
"I've always been afraid of darkness," Fogarty looked suddenly interested in
she said. Bassler's remarks.
''First I've heard of it," Connor "If the lights went off in your ·house,
sneered. where would you find a kerosene lamp?''
Bassler demanded. "Hell, like the girl
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EE was grappling with an idea;_ here, most people can't even find a
something growing so rapidly in candle or a flashlight. So who knew the
his� mind that he scarcely heard lights were going out ? Who rigged Mc
the girl say: "You're a filthy liar, Ray. Cready's electrocution ?"
You know I despise you, don't you? ''You trying to say I came over here
That I'd never have said I'd marry you and killed my next' door neighbor?"
except Uncle John wanted me to so bad? demanded Phillips.
Now I'd rather die!" "I'm saying nothing," Lee said. "But
"You�ve got a good chance," said Con- I'm going to call the company and find
nor. out if it wasn't your wife that got
Fogarty said: "The cute part is, electrocuted in the bathtub. Then I'm
neith.er one of you needed to be here. going to call the paper and see if she
You simply leave the back door un didn't have quite a lot of money."
locked, and tell Bassler here the time Phillips broke then, turning swiftly to
you want that switch rigged up. He can the door only to face a broad, blue-clad
pop in and d.o it, and nobody'd give it a chest. The chubby little man hid his
second thought� Repair trucks, mail face in his hands and sank slowly to his
men, milk drivers they come and go knees . . . .
and nobddy notices." ''Sure we found motive," Fogarty told
"That,s right, officer," Phillips said. Lee next day. "You can always find
"And I still think nobody ·but an electri motive when you know who the killer is.
cian would be sure of the killing power of Phillips'd lost most of his wife's money
� p the ' set-up. And if it failed to kill, it'd in a lumber deal with McCready, but all
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..·- "IIe·y. that's ri�Zht !'' Lee said sudden He figured to save several thousand dol
ly. "I just happened to think. This lars with McCready dead. But you
same transformer was burned out a few spotted him without knowing that. Too
months ago by· an · �electrocution!" �
bad there was no reward!"
Fogarty said: "So what?" Lee thought about a girl in a silver
evening gown.
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Johnny Dillon wa� j ust l·o oking for a bite to eat at the Bl�
Val ley I nn and never guessed that m urder topped the
menu. Not that he disapproved the killing of Harvey Costain,
for compared to the notorious mouthpiece a rat w·a s the
King of Beasts. But he did think the k i l·l er showed very
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· fitted light-colored top swooshed through turrets. A single light on a high pole
a puddle a few yards ahead of my front shone dimly on the wet tops of a cluster
bumper, and careened up a side road of parked cars. I found a slot, next to
. to\vards the foothills. a long black convertible with a light
I cursed its vanishing tail-lights at the colored top, and tooled into it. ·
top of my lungs. After a while, I stopped The rain was little more than a drift
that and got a cigarette lit and kicked ing mist now. I got out of the heap.
my stalled motor alive. The windshield There was nobody in the convertible. Its
wipers began to function again. radiator shell was still warm to my hand.
Two fat whitewashed adobe pillars I opened the door on the driver's side.
guarded the side road. A rustic sign, The name in the registration holder on
arched between these, said Blue Valley the steering-shaft was Harvey L. Cos
Inn. I backed up, shifted, crawled ahead tain. It had a faintly familiar ring and
and swung in beneath the arch . a Brentwood Heights address. I· clicked
The road twisted, dipped and climbed the convertible door shut.
through a grove of gnarled live oak A graveled path led past rows of
trees, for about a quarter of a mile, to empty tennis courts and the dark . ripple
a narrow mesa, close against the foot of water in a deserted swimming pool.
hills. In the middle of a lot of neglected I went up steps to a wide veranda.
garden stood a rambling old frame hotel Dra.ped windows leaked light on porch
with .w hite scrolled po-rches, tricky lit- furniture stacked along the inner edge
�tle �lconies above and red shingled of the veranda out of the rain. A pair of
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M ICHAEL SUTTON
tall double doors, in from the steps, had The gold spotlight gave him an em
long ovals of etched glass in them and balmed appearance.
light behind the glass. One of the doors The captain of waiters came back.
was opened from the inside by a tall "How about putting· my name down?"
. Negro in a white mess jacket and gloves. I ask-ed.
Soft lights and muted rumba music "Yes, of course," he said, raising his
filled the lobby. It had solid old beams arm to signal again. I touched the arm,
overhead and dark paneled walls. Logs put enough weight on it to hold it down.
blazed in a huge stone fireplace on the "The name is John Dillon,'' I said. "Let's
left. Across the room, beside a desk with see you write it."
its switchboard and mailboxes·, wide car "I'll remember it," he snapped, and
peted . stairs went u·p into darkness. Here jerked his arm free.
and there on the polished oak floor were "By the way; did Harvey Costain get
white bear rugs in front of tapestried here yet?" I asked. ·
lounges. About half of the customers His eyes defrosted. "Are you a friend
wore evening clothes. of Mr. Costain, sir?"
The tall Negro flashed teeth at me, I smiled coldly.
nodded and closed the door with a deli "Even Mr. Costain has to wait, we're
cate flourish .. A sloe-eyed check girl with that crowded," he said, apologetically.
beautiful naked shoulders took my hat "He's in the cocktail lounge, if you care
and gave me a slip of pasteboard for it to join him, sir." He pointed to the far
and a look that froze the leer on my end of the dining room.
face. I fum·bled out a dollar bill and "Thanks," -1 said. "I'll wait there, but
dropped it on a plate. The music seemed I'm eating alone tonight. Try this for
to be coming from a shadowy room be speed." I passed him a tightly folded
yond a draped arch. dollar bill and headed for the bar.
I ambled that way.
A hard-faced captain of waiters placed
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a fistful of leather-bound menus against brought the orchestra into the
my chest and said: "No tables. Sorry." cocktail lounge. l settled on a
"I'm hungry enough to eat off the leather-cushioned bar stool. Ohe of the
floor," I told ' him. "In fact, I could al white-clad barmen was busy among the
� most eat the floor, with a little mustard tables. The other one was serving a big
on it." shouldered, black-haired man at th·e end
He was not amused. "OtJters are wait of the bar. A slender girl with dark hair
ing," he sneered, and pawed the lobby tumbling in soft waves down the back of
with his eyes, crooked a finger at some her pale dinner dress sat next to the big·
. one behind m�. shouldered man staring moodily into her
"Will there be a table later?" I asked · empty cocktail glass.
politely. A huge blunt-fingered hand gripped
"Perhaps," he shrugged, and wheeled my artu. A heavy, handsome face
back into the blue shadows. Some peo topped by crisp curly blond hair grinned
ple drifted past me, trailing him. I fol down at me. "As I live and breathe, it's
lowed for a step or two and watched Johnny Dillon. Long time no see. Where
them get seated. in hell you been keeping yourself,_ boy?''
A gold light slashed the deep blue of �'Well, well, Duke Mazonik. Hi,
the dining room and a guitar player in a Duke," I said, shaking the big pa_w .
green velvet suit got up from his place ''I've been here and Yve been there. - ' In
with the orchestra. Several couples were the Army four years. In town almost
struggling around on a small space of six months now. How�s po.lic� work ?�'
floor in front o( the band platform. The "Turned in my badge over a year·
guitar player let his instrument hang by ago." He spread · both hands fiat on the
its silk tasseled neck cord and grabbed bar . top. "I'm making ten times the
the floor microphone for some solo work. dough now.''
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"Glad to hear it. The drinks are on cheerfully, and picked up his drink. I
you." touched the other one. . "'Who · is !Jarvey
"Sure. They're on the house. Name Costa in ?" I asked.
yours." He lowered his drink and set it back·
"Don't tell me that you own this on the bar, very gently. His eyes nar
joint." rowed quizzically. "Is there a guy in
"Gosh, no. Tony Zarsella is boss \ your racket who don't know?" he asked.
here." . in a soft, almost husky voice.
"Tony Zarsella? The gambler?'' "Sure," I said. '�e. The name's
"Yeah. You kno\v him, huh ?" fam.i liar, but I can't quite place it."
''About him," I said dryly. "He used "The mouthpiece,'' he grunted. "You
to work for another gambler, a man could almost spit in his eye from where
named Lew Gannon, out on the Strip. you sit, only we don't. allow that sort of
As a croupier or dealer or something. I thing in here."
hardly remember it now, but there was My memory sharpened as I looked
some stink at the time. I heard Gannon along the bar at the big-shouldered man
fired Zarsella for making · his tables · pay next to the girl in the pale dinner dress.
too well. Don't ask me why." Harvey Costain had just begun to make
"Aw, don't believe all you hear." Ma a name for himself as the highest bid
zonik grinned again, a faintly sheepish der's attorney when the Japs· hit Pearl
grin this time. "He's in business for him Harbor. Now, he had a rather puffy
self, now. Game rooms upstairs� and c o u n t e n a n c e and looked somewhat
everything. He's got a nice setup · here. drunk, in a quietly sullen . way. He was
I kind of keep an eye on things for too far away to hear onr conversation,
him." but I lowered my voice just to be on the
A barman drifted ·Over. He rested safe side.
both hands on the inner edge of the bar "He has nice taste," I said. "Looks
and lowered his head and looked up like she's with him. anyway. His wife?"
through his eyebrows at me. "Rye, "Yeah, she's with him," tll e big blond
straight," I said. Mazonik nodded and man grumbled in my ear. ''She ain't his
held up two fingers. . wife. thou�h. A' torcher. Calls herself
"What brings you to this den of evil?'' Gail Tremaine."
· Mazonik asked amiably. The girl turned her head, met my
"Hunger and thirst and a close shave ," stare for a brief moment, looked into her
I said. drink again . Her lips moved� . Costain
"You sound like you've had a couple faced her suddenly. Even in that dim
snorts already." light you could see the mean f}:litter in
his eyes. He planted a rough hand on
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hand and started to throw it. A bolt of a robin's egg had risen behind my left
lightning cracked the walls of the cock ear. It burned under the pressure of my
tail lounge and hit me in the head. It fingers.
flared through me. Thunder trailed it. "Wh-at did hit me ?" I asked.
The thunder rumbled, died. I found my T·he big blond man grinned sheep
self high in the air above the earth, fall ishly again as he pulled a leather cov
ing rapidly. I hit the ground with a hard ered pocket sap out of his coat. He held
jar. It got dark and cold. it up for me to look at. "Me," he ad
A tiny moon appeared in the sky. It mitted.
began to grow. It grew until its rays "What in hell for?" I snapped.
spread a pinkish white glow over every "Duke tells me you're a private dick,"
thing. Then a cloud drifted across the Zarsella said .s ilkily. ·
sky and blott(!d it out. I opened my "Yeah, and he used to be a cop," I
eyes. growl�d. '\£\] so it might've · been a nice
Gleaming white even teeth hung a day today, except it rained. So I get hit
couple of feet above my face. Heavy in the head." ·
latin lips framed the teeth . The features "A good dick .. needs a cool head,"
above the tips were dark and latin. Zarsella remarked dryly.
Hard black intelligent eyes went with "Is that so ?" I snarled. "Well, mine's
the features. They watched me briefly, been O.K. so far."
went away. Lamplight smacked me full "Take it easy, boy," Mazonik said
in the eyes. I p:roaned, turned my head. earnestly. "I had to do it."
My neck felt stiff. "A good dick should control his tem
Duke Mazonik's blond wool and per better," Zarsella said. He sat down
tanned handsome face leaned over me behind the big walnut desk. Mazonik
and said: "How you feeling, boy?" dropped the sap back in his pocket,
"Terrible," I growled. "Get the num showed me the palms of his hands and
ber of that truck ?" shrugged at me. I rubbed my head and
"Strictly corny," he chuckled. "You're winced again.
0 .K., John." "Mr. Harvey Costain spends a· great
I sat up. deal of money here," Zarsella said, al-
most musingly .. Among other things, the
E WERE in a long wide desk had a hand-beaten copper humidor
room with dark drapes over on it. He lifted the lid, plucked out a
a row of windows and, across ,thick cigar, rolled it gently between his
from them, a cheery blaze in a small neat fingers, sniffed at it, replaced the lid.
brick fireplace. There was some rather "In my business, it doesn't pay to let
modernistic furniture around. It in- roughnecks maul the heavy spenders."
eluded a large shiny walnut desk and a "So that's it," I said nastily. "So Har
Ieather davenport. I was on the daven- vey Costain can blow his nose on the
port. crap tables all he wants to, as long as he
The dark latin-faced man came over blows plenty of the long green along
and shoved about three fing ers of amber with what else comes out. And if he feels
fluid in the bottom of a tall glass at me. like it, he can push his lady friend in the
I took it. My throat warmed up as the face, t{)o, huh?"
amber fluid slid down. A glow filled "He never pushed her in the face,"
my stomach, spread, eased the stiffness Mazonik said, in a bleak tone of voice.
in my neck. I gave him back the glass, "He pushed her," I said harshly.
rubbed my mouth with my hand. "What do you want blood ?"
"Meet the boss, John," Mazonik said. "It was his lady friend," Zarsella
"Tony ZarseHa, Johnny Dillon. I'd like drawled. "It never pays to mix in other
for you guys to like each other." people's troubles, Dillon."
I nodded, stood up, touched the side - "You guys make me sick," I sneered.
of my head, winced. A lump the size of "Let me out of here."
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"Gosh, don't be sore at me, boy," Ma sides of her fac.e. Her dre$8 was soaked.
zonik pleaded. His face was flushed . It looked as thin as paint.
His eyes looked almost· angry. Hard I peered into the convertible. Har
lights glinted in them. vey Costain was in there, hunched over
"Where's the fire escape?" I growled. the steering wheel, out cold . I jer�ed
"I smell smoke." ..
my door open, grabbed the g1tl by the
Zarsella smiled thinly, shrugged. Ma arm. She shuddered. A whimpering
zonik stared bleakly at me and turned noise gurgled in her throat. She dropped
his head, finally, and jutted his chin at the wrap. I picked it up.
one of several doors the room had. I "Inside, fast," I barked. "You•n have
walked over, yanked it open and went six kinds of pneumonia. I'D get you
out. h�me. Hurry it up."
·
Closed doors with nothing but thick She didn't move, or speak. I threw
silence behind them lined the hallway the wrap into the heap and pushed her
on both sides. It was still too early for in after it. Then I slammed the door and
the sporting crowd to show. The hall turned back to the convertible, climbed
way ended at a wide carpeted stairs. A inside.
chubby, pink-faced man wearing a tux Something cold that wasn't rain wat e r
edo sat at the PBX switchboard behind trickled down my spine when I touched
the lobby desk. He raised his eyes and Costain. I shook him, put a hand under
watched me come down the stairs. The his chin, heaved him against the back of
hard-faced head waiter was standing in the seat. He was all dead weight. Half
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the dining room archway watching noth- of the whi �es of h s eyes. showed sta�kly
IDg.
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dragged on the ground. The rain had Still no answer. She looked half dead
plastered her hair to her head and the herself. I gunned the motor.
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MI CHAEL SUTTON
had on it. I forget the add ress." I stood outside, under the sheltering
"A couple of fanny brui ses," he said , canopy, to light a cigarette and watch
in a dry professional voic e. "Ot herw ise the rain for a moment. The night air had
she doesn't seem to have been hur t. a sn1ell of dead leaves and moist earth.
What happened?" A thousand drops hit to form wet little
"Another car sideswiped her , up near humps on a l ighted square of pavement.
the pass on Cah ueng a. I don 't thin k Water gurgled in the gutters. I shrugged
she was hurt muc h, eith er. A tire blew up my collar again and dashed out from
out on her car. That's hell, a night like the shelter.
this." The door of my car opened before I
He nodded and stared thou ghtfully at touched it. A gun muzzle poked itself
me, flicking a corner of the for1n card into my face. A gruff voice said : "Get
with his thum bna il. I finis hed butt onin g in before you drown." The gun receded.
my shirt and tucked it into my pants. I slid in under the wheel, pulled the door
"I have to make some kind of a re- shut. The face beside me was just a
port," he said. "How close were you ?" vague blur in the depths of a raincoat
"To the accident?" collar under a pulled-down hat brim.
He nodded again. There was noth ing vague or bl urry
"Fifty yards or so. I passed her and about the gun. It was like a rock in his
then had to back up. The other car hand. "Where to?" I asked him.
didn't stop. I wasn't the other car, if "Drive on," he grunted. "Turn when
that's what you are th inking." told."
He shook h.is head. "Not at all," he The car was pointed north, toward
said. "I'd like to have your name, Hollywood Boulevard, so I tooled away
though just for the records." He un from the curb and we crept forward.
shipped a pen. A starter whined, behind us. Headlights
I dug a card out of my wallet not came on and cra\\,.led along on our tail.
one of mine. I didn't even remember the At the boulevard, I got a grunt and a
face of the man \Vho had given it to me. wave of the gun, so I turned left and
The medico read it, placed it carefully drove west.
on the table beside the form card and The tag hung on about thirty yards
began copying the name. When he had back. Two more turns put us on Santa
done that, he waved the form card in the Monica, gqing west again. A traffic light
air to set t he ink. I shrugged into my stopped us. The tag closed in and be
coat, buttoned that, and reached for my came a close harsh glare on my wet rear
hat. windows. "Friends ?, I asked.
He re-read what he had written. No answer.
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A block and a half beyond the La "These'll be out there on the side
Cienega intersection, where the inter walk," he said. "Don't try no funny
urban car tracks split the street into a stuff until we're gone." His gun covered
double right-of-way, there was a wide, me while he backed out of the shed.
empty lot beside an abandoned store The other man made a low-voiced re
building. The gun nudged my ribs. mark. The gunman tu.rned and the
"This is it, bo," the gunman growled. two of them ran.
I swung into the empty lot. I jumped for my car, shoved my
We parked in the darkness of a dilapi hand up under the dash panel. The
dated storage shed at the rear. "Out,'' stashed holster was still there empty.
he said. I got out on my side. He fol The gun was gone. Out in front of the
lowed me with the gun. The tag didn't store building.. a car m�tor roared briefly
come into the shed. I saw its lights and faded . After that it was quiet again
cruise past the empty lot. Then the wall and lonely and there was only the whis
of the store building cut them off. per of the gusting wind and the rain
beating on the roof of the shed.
AIN drummed on the roof of My keys were on the city sidewalk
the shed, leaked through here all right. By the time I found them�
and there and dripped steadily in front of the store<) I was soaked to
into ground puddles. The gunman the skin. I went back into the side lot
stepped close to me, patted me over. t and walked over. to f.he other parked
wasn't wearing a gun, but before head car. It was Harvey Costain's converti
ing for Ventura that day, I had tucked ble. I opened the door for a brief mo
one into the stash-away holster up under ment, saw him still in there, still very
the dash panel of my car, just above the very dead, and closed it again. Then I
steering shaft. He made no move to went back and g-ot my ca-r out of the
search the car. shed and drove home.
"Mind telling me what this is all A long hot steamy shower took the
about?'� I asked him. ice out of my bones. I stood in it until
"Keep the lip buttoned and nobody my pores were a�·l open and the perspira
gets hurt,'' he growled. tion was oozing freely. In a little while
"That's nice to know,'' I said. ''Mind my muscles all felt long aDd loose and
if I smoke ?" limber. I spent a qnicll:. minute under
"Naw," he grunted. "Go ahead." cold water and turned it off. When I
I dug out another cigarette. Even in was dry again, I made a loin cloth of the
the match flare, I couldn't see much of towel and padded into the kitchenette
his face. I lit the cigarette, smoked for a drink.
quietly until I ha� finished it, dr?pped One shot out · of the ftat oottle called
it and stepped on It. About five minutes for two. I was thinking about having
more passed and then another pair of a third when the phone rang. I padded
headlights came along the street, the back into the living room to answer
way we ha d co me , turned into the empty it.
lot , bu t did not com e back to the shed. "Dillon?" a voice asked. I grunted and
They blinked off and �the motor of the thought about the voice, trying to place
car die d. Its door opened. A figure it. I didn't sound anythin.g like my gun
climbed out of it and plodded toward man friend or the figure who had driven
· the shed. Costain to the empty IGt on Santa
The gunman raised his voice enough Monica. This voice had a nasal twang
to reach the figure. to it.
"All setP" "Missing any guns.?" It asked.
"Yeah." The figure halted and spoke "Yeah," I said. "One.. You have it,
in a muflled tone. huh ?"
The gunman dangled my ignition keys "You bet. It's been fued, too."
in front of my face. "Uh-huh. Now tell me Harvey Co-
74 M ICHAEL SUTTO N
stain was killed with it some time to night table under the lamp and reached
night." a match and lit the cigarette. It tasted
"You guessed it, wise guy. The cops'll like old socks burning in my mouth . By
be looking for it. All you got to do is sheer will power and cautious footwork
forget you ever heard of Costain. Keep I made it into the bathroom.
away from his girl friend, too. That Another long hot shower followed by
way you got nothing to worry about." a quick cold one put enough strength
"Suppose I talk in my sleep some in my arn1s to lif.t a safety razor. I
night?" shaved and dressed and drove down to
"The cops get the gun, sucker. So the boulevard for a lumberjack's break- ·
long." fast in a place near the building my
There was a dry faraway click on the office is in. After that I bought a news
line. I listened to wire hum for several paper and went up to the office. to read
seconds before recradling the phone. it.
The hands of the electric clock on the Harvey Costain's murder was on page
radio table pointed almost to 8 A.M. one. His body had been found about
A wave of giddiness passed over me. four o'clock in· the morning when a
I cackled out loud. To hell with the patrol car squad stopped to investigate
hard boys. To hell with Harvey Costain. ·
a parked car in an empty lot out on
To hell with the cops. Two drinks and west Santa Monica Boulevard. A slug
I was higher than the birds that fly. from a thirty-eight automatic ha.d been
I was big and hard and tough and extracted from his left lung. The gun
hadn't a worry in the world. Nothing from which the slug had been fired had
solid had gone into my stomach for al not been found.
most fifteen hours. I decided to look in Costain's movements, up until about
,
the refrigerator. seven o clock of the previous evening
I looked. The refrigerator held five but not after, had been traced. His
eggs. That was all. The breadbox was whereabouts for the next nine hours
empty. I broke the eggs into a tall glass. seemed to be something of a mystery.
Then I emptied what whiskey was left He had left his offices in the Los
in the Hat bottle, almost half a pint, on Angeles Counselors' Building on Hill
top of the eggs. I stirred the mixture in Street near Fifth at three in the after
the glass with a kitchen knife, turned noon. According to his Filipino house
out the lights and took the glass into the boy,. he had reached his home in Brent
bedroom. I sat on the edge of the · bed wood Heights about four, dressed for
with it and guzzled until it was empty. the evening and had gone out again.
I reached for a cigarette, thought about Later he had been seen drinking alone
lighting it. at the bar of . the Club Borracha on the
Sunset Strip. Witnesses, names with
UNLIGIIT smacked n1y eyes, held , thought that he seemed slightly
when I opened them, and all but intoxicated and a bit surly when he
petrified my eyeballs. I was flat left the Club Borracha around seven.
on my back, crosswise on the bed, with That seemed to be about all that the
an empty egg-smeared glass in one hand police knew at the moment or were
and an unlighted cigarette in the other. dishing out . There was no mention of
The night lamp beside the bed was still Gail Tremaine anywhere in the story. It
on. The bedroom windows \Vere closed included a few other names, however,
but the shades were up. l\1y mouth felt and told something about Costain's past
as if it was full of dry moldy cotton. personal history. I chewed over the
I sat up. My brain came loose from names. Some I knew and some I didn't.
the back of my head and rolled forward They fell into three categories. Crook
and bounced against the inside of my names. Rich names. Movie names. So
forehead. When the throbbing died far as I could tell, Costain had gotten
down a little, I set the egg glass on the them all off with verdicts of not guilty.
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7!
The last of these trials was almost two didn't say anything. I dug aut my bill
years old. I skimmed rapidly through the fold and extracted a five dollar bill and
stuff about his early life. Among the de tucked the billfold away again. He
tails were the facts th.at he was a looked at the bill and his eyes bright
· Harvard man and a bachelor. ened.
I folded the n·ewspaper and dropped "Could you change this?'' I asked. .
it into the wastebasket. I had a short · The brightness faded from his eyes.
quick drink out of the office bottle, to · After · a . long moment, he fished some
take the knots out of my neck, and lit bills out of the pocket of his leather
a cigarette and settled down to do some jacket, handed me five ones for the five,
serious thinking. At the end of an hour, put his money away a·gain. I fanned the
I gave that up as a bad job, strapped ones out and held them like a poker
on my spare gun a thirty-eight auto hand .
matic and mate to the one I was miss "How long have you been at this
ing and left the office. stand?" I asked.
· The desk nurse at the emergency hos "Ever since I got out of the Army,"
pital was a hatchet-faced old battle axe he said, in a flat voice. ''When I learn
who told me that she was only on duty to quit driving this tub like a tank,
days and knew nothing about anyone they're gonna gimme a better one."
named Miss Gail Tremaine. Further ''I mean today, this shift," I said
more, I was holding up a stretcher case evenly.
that was just then coming along the "Since six A.M. That'll be a buck."
corridor. I slunk out of there with my "Not so fast. You the only cab here?"
hat in my hand. "Only one regular. I made a dozen
It was a nice day, if you happen to trips between six and eight. That's when
care for cool bright sunny days, and they discharge the drnn·ks and wild
the hills above Hollywood had that party champs. Describe yoqr friend."
clear green look that comes after a "Dark hair, slender, light-colored
dress."
·
. jolica sand jars here and �here and "Yeah. So I warned her for the last
tted palms for the tourist trade. time. So she slipped me ten. So I give
=r.-reavy wormy-walnut chairs and settees
her a couple of hours to feed it and take
gave it that final touch. it back to the farm. That's five I
A pale-eyed desk clerk with a mas owe you."
cara darkened mustache patted at his "I hate to break up all this high
breast pocket ha�dkerchief rather self finance," I said.
consciously and said: "Your name, The big moonfaced man swiveled his
please, and whom did you wish to see?" head and fixed me with the old hypnotic
"Miss Gail Tremaine is whom," I said. eye. "How's that again?" he asked.
"Tell her it's her cousin." "I'm here to see Miss Tremaine."
He almost looked at me then. He "Is that. soP And your name is. . ?,
. .
said: "I'll see if she is in, if you'd care "Tremaine, same as h ers. cous1n."
to be seated." "Well, well, step right into my office."
"What's bei:ng seated got to do with · He swung open a gate at the end of
it?" I asked him. the desk. The clerk rested both elbows
His small rosebud of a mouth twitched. on the desk top .and stared at one of the
He grabbed out the pocket handkerchief, potted palms stared past it out a win
coughed into it, very delicately, tore his dow at two tall pale men wearing berets
eyes off my necktie, stared intently at and talking together across the street.
my hat, as if trying desperately to re I edged through the gate and followed
call what it was he had to do. the big man into his office. He closed
"You could give me her apartment the door, softly, waved me into a chair.
number," I suggested . "I could find it
"Keever's the name," he said. "I'm
by myself and kind of surprise her."
houseman hera. I take kind of a special
"Oh, no," he breathed, in a shocked interest in Miss Tremaine. Any friend
voice. "That would not do at all. No of hers is a friend of mine."
one is allowed unannounced in here.
"Nice of you. How about telling he�
After all, the guests pay for privacy."
that I'm here!'
"And time for any strays to slip down
"Yeah, sure. Right away. Cigar while
the back stairs," I grinned, archly.. " waiting ?" .
"That's O.K., chum, but hurry It up.
"No thanks." I got out a pack of ciga
"I'm afraid I must have your name,"
rettes, tucked one between my lips. He
. he insisted coldly.
made a magician's pass in the air and
"She might not recognize it," I said. held a match flame three inches from
"It's been a long time." my nose. I drew a light from it, settled
H he touched any kind of a buzzer back, exhaled. He shook out the match
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and parked his broad fanny against E SMILED an oily smile be-
the edge of his desk. His eyes stared hind a thick cl()ud of cigar
calmly down into my �yes. He made no smoke. I took out my billfold
move toward the house phone behind and slid a ten doUar bill across the
him. After a long �oment I grinned desk. He palmed it .
stiffly at him. · · "Read the morning papers·?" he asked,
"O.K.," I said. "How much to let me in a too casual voice. My pulse dropped
speak a few words with Gail Tremaine ?'' so low that I felt rmmb all over. I
He grinned back at me, not pleas didn't answer him . I dragged deeply
antly. "Your name ain't Tremaine," he on the cigarette, exhaled, gave him the ·
said. "I know a gumshoe when I see puzzled eye. "A dilly of a murder last
one. Been one myself for twenty-five night," he said.
years. Private P_,' "Do tell." I didn't quite bleat. "Who
·
course. She's got plenty of dough and "Relax. It's only eleven-thirty. She
she's not tight with it.�' don't never get flp until noon. Give her
"Just 4that kind of expenses are you a chance to get coffee-. She's more apt ·
"Sounds like a set-up. C-note break "She's been a tenant here ten months
you ?" now." .
"Take it easy. I haven't put in a bill, That didn't sound like anything that
yet." I could use. I let it ride. He leaned .
"You sound like a pushover. No re back in his padded desk chair and blew
tainer?" a soft blue doughnut of smoke at the ·
"Oh, sure," I said, airily. "A small ceiling. A tired blow-fly buzzed in at :
one. · But with this dame it's better to the window and buzzed slowly around !
wait and sock her all at once. Don't the room, as if searching for a dirty ,
worry, I know what I'm doing." corner in which to drop its eggs. The .
He stared at me for a moment longer. dirty corner was there, but the fly didn't
·
A thought flickered in his eyes, but I see it and got discouraged and buzzed
couldn't read it. Finally, he uncrossed out again.
his ankles and went around the desk "She was his girl friend, kind of,"
and sat down behind it. He took the Keever said suddenly. He lowered his
time to trim a cigar and light it. A smell eyes and gave me a bright, ·almost
of heavy-scented flowers drifted in pleased, look of expectancy. I did what
th-rough an open window behind him. I could to look jarred. The stub of my
The window looked out upon the center cigarette dangled between my lips.
court. Smoke curled upward past my eyes. I
I said: "How about a ten spot now squinted through it and said: "Aw, hell,
and the rest on the cuff?" you're kidding."
M ICHAEL SUTTON
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He shook his head from side to side, "So have I," I snapped. "I told you
slowly, smiled his oily smile again, w·hat I wanted to see her about as
looked openly pleased. "Why would I much of the story as I decently could.
· kid about a thing like that?" he growled. I thought you were a man to be
"
"The rumor's aroun d he footed her bills trusted."
-paid the rent .. Naturally he would give "Oh., I am, son, I am. Relax." He
· her the money �nd let her pay it herself. reached out lazily and lifted the house
He wouldn't do nothing so foolish as to phone, rumbled into it, then covered the
write us out one of his own checks. So mouthpiece with his hand. "Hope I
don't wake her up. A
"
· it's only a rumor and I don't believe it
myself. Not about a lovely girl like Miss "Lovely girl like that," I finished for
Tremaine." him.
The hell you don't, I thought, batting He . nodded, but he wasn't looking at
his gaze back at him for no score. "l-Ie me. His eyes dreamed at a spot on the
ever visit her here?" I asked. "Or wall above my head. They focused sud
wouldn't you know that?" denly. He took the cigar out of his face
"Nothing ever happens around here · and smirked into. the phone.
that I don't. know," he assured me, in a "Keever, the houseman, Miss Tre
firm comfortable tone of voice. "Yeah, maine . . . Yeah, Keever. You have a
he come. here. He was here last night. visitor in the lobby, a gentleman . • •
Around seven-thirty, that was. Like the Yeah, he looks O.K. to me. Won't say
papers say, he looked a little pie-eyed, what he wants. He ain't a sheriff or bill
even then. They went out, him and the collector or nothing like that . . . Huh?
girl, around fifteen mi_nutes later. She I was just kidding, Miss Tremaine . . •
comes in around six-thirty this morning Sure, I think you ought to see him. He's
-:alone. Leaves a lot to the imagination, maybe just an autograph hound or some
don't it?" thing. I'll stick close to this phone, if
"Yeah," l grunted. ":hike the lady and you need me . . . O.K., thanks a lot,
the tiger." Miss Tre-m aine. Send him right up."
"Huh ?" He eyed me q·uizzically. He recradled the phone and gave me
"How'·s that again P" the nod. "Twelve-A, upstairs. She
''Skip it," I · said. "So you are sitting sounded kind of worried at that. May
on all of his and not telling any of it to be she's read the papers. Treat her
the coppers, huh?" gentle. I'll be watching to see you come
'
- 'Aw, h-ell, what have I got they don't back this way."
already know? I mean, what have I "Maybe you feel you ought to come
really got? I ain't the kind of a guy to along and sit on her other knee?"
et nobody in no ·trouble especially a "Naw. What's between her and you
ovely girl like Miss Tremaine." is between you a·nd her. You seem O.K."
We sat there, sparring with our eyes, I ground out my cigarette stub in an
lJ.alf smiling, like a couple of gamblers ashtray, stood up. He watched me out
with five aces apiece. I called him. the door and I could feel his eyes on the
"You haven't talked to the cops yet," back of my neck as I threaded my way
I said. "It's kind of late to talk now, through the cool green ·private jungle in
without getting your nose pinched some. the court, and up the open stairway to
That probably means you aren't ever the balcony.
going to because you see a little profit Twelve-A was a corner apartment at
for your silence somewhere." the rear ·· of the building. I pressed the
"It's already coming in," he chuckled, nacre button beside the door. Muffied
and tucked my ten spot away in the soft chimes rang softly, distantly. I waited.
dark wall� He slipped the wallet back In a minute or so the door opened.
inside his coat;· said. "Now tell me what I looked down at a starched white maid's
you really .ca-me to see her about. Jl,e cap perched in dead center on top of
member, I bc�n around for a long time." glistening straight black hair. A pair of
CO·NCERTO FOR . CUNS
apprehensive oriental eyes in a delicately "I see. And I supp95e you have your
boned face peered up at me. reasons for giving a false· name?"
I grinned reassuringly . . "Alia samee "Uh-huh." My smile stiffened, sick
Missy Tremaine, him home?" ened, struggled a little and died. "Let's
"Come in, please," the maid said, in a sit down," I mumbled. �'I've had a touch
voice like a torch singer's. I grabbed off of gout. My foot is killing me."
my hat and tottered past her onto a pale . She shrugged coldly, dropped languor
aqua rug that was.not quite as thick and ously into one of the soft aqua chairs be
soft as a down mattress. The door whis side a pickled walnut table. Long gold
pered shut. legs glittered as she crossed them. She
"May I inform Miss Tremaine who is reached a cigarette ofi the end table. I
calling, please ?" fumbled up a light for her and then sat
"Johnny Dillon," I blurted, stuffing down on the piano bench and shakily lit
my hat in my pocket. one of my own cigarettes. A long deep
"Thank you." Her short black skirt drag of smoke steadied my nerves some.
swished away and her spiked . heels I decided that it. was time \o take the
flashed and disappeared. I clipped my ball away from Ill er.
self on the side of the chin with my left "How well do you know Keever?" she
fist and pawed the room with my eyes. asked.
It had a lot of pickled walnut furni "Keever P" I coughed out the cloud of
ture with pale aqua cushions, a few dark smoke.
sticks here and there to make company "Yes, Keever, That man downstairs."
for the grand piano which looked like "Well, you know ho·w it is with guys in
polished black diamond, and was prob the same racket."
ably nothing but ebony shined up a little. "So you are some sort of detective. I·
swallow her cigarette and cough herself got larger, darker. They became deep
purple and fall on the floor and gasp out black pools of emotion. The emotion
a full confession. She smiled for the first was fear. .
time that day, faintly, coolly, almost
bleakly, but she smiled. TOOK a quick long step, grabbe<l
"Policemen are funny," she drawled. her. She quit shaking. Her body
"Funny, fast and very very tricky. That went rigid. Her perfume lapped a t
goes for the private variety, too." Bitter my brain, like a stormy surf eating away
ness hardened her voice. "Lord, how I a soft sandy beach. I kissed her on the ·.
she said.
"Not quite," I said, grimly. "Have the "Who killed Harvey Costain r" I asked
cops been here?" huskily.
"No," she said huskily. "I hope I "I don't know who killed him," she
never see another cop as long as I live. ans\vered.
Get going, baby." "I'd like to believe that,'' I said. "I
I stood up. Her big, dark eyes had really would."
lost some of their softness, but not all of "It's true," she said, and the brittle
it. The gold pajama cloth clung to her ness went out of her voice. "After they
curves like heavy silk. Her lips parted carried you out of the bar, Harvey
and her breathing became a harsh dry wanted to go. I stopped in the powder
sound. room. He went to get the car. Later, I
·
"You'll be seeing them, just the same," \vaited outside on the porch. After a
I said. very long time. I . was afraid he might
"Quit hedging, baby. Is it money you have passed out, so I went out to the
are after?" . �ar myself found him like that. Then,
"Damn your money," I snarled, pitch I don't know how soon, someone came
ing my cigarette into the fireplace. "I'm you, I suppose 6nd , then I was there in
'
the guy who beefed to Harvey Costain the hospital : That s every bit of it."
when he knocked you down last night, "Not Quite," I said, in a thick strained
out at the Blue Valley Inn bar. Tell me voice. "He was shot with my gun."
you don't remember that." She gave me a long look that made me
"Yes, I do remember/' she whispered, want to pick. up the big black piano and
huskily. throw it into the next apartment, and
"Well, that's something at last." sat down in the deep aqua chair.
"They wouldn't let you touch him." "The gun was in my car, right next to
"Yeah. He was one of their juiciest his," I said, still thickly. "I didn't miss
suckers. They liked his dough. So they it until later. Too much later. The killer
sapped me. To hell with them. To hell swiped it, used it, and afterwards phoned
with him. That's probably where he is. me at my place to tell me to keep my
He's dead murdered. We both know face shut or the gun would go to the
that. I found you, soaked to the skin, police as evidence against me."
outside in the parking lot, staring into his Something thudded, somewhere in the
car. He was in there with a bullet in him apartment. This was followed by the
even then. Who shot him? Your" sound of paper crackling and something
· She began to tremble. "No," she rolling across kitchen linoleum. High
breathed. "I didn't kill him." Her eyes heels beat a quick, brief tattoo on the
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same linoleum and the rolling sound She diQn't answer me,
stopped . - "Nice day, isn't it?'' I drawled.
"Mina's back." Gail Tremaine whis "Yes, it is," she said, without looking
pered. I nodded. Sunlight poked up. .
through a tree branch near the balcony "Where's the secret panel to the back
a.nd shafted through the window to stairs ?"
make moving patterns on the aqua rug. "That door leads to them." She looked
I · du!! . out another cigarette, lit it. at the door.
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"What was Harvey Costain to you·?" "I must be slipping,'' I said, and let
I asked. myself out. I closed the door, softly, and
'·'A friend. A very good friend, once. jogged down open w·ooden steps to a
After that he changed. l-Ie began to act wide concrete alley. At the end of the
·as if h e owned me." al�ey, I halted to look along the street to
"Did he?" where my car was parked. I didn't see
"Did he "rh at ?" Keever anywhere, so I went along to the
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I mi!tht h Rve jun1ped a little because County and not subject to city
sh e said : '�I s1 1nnose vou thouP.'ht the
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ordinances, the coolness and lack of
ladv IivPn tl·iPnrllPss a.nrl alon e . An eil.sy moisture in the air made it possible to
tou ch . W(lJL I have friends who can be see far out across the fiats of West Los
as tou!!h as they have to be. Put that in Angeles and Beverly Hills, almost to the
your pipe and smoke it." ocean.
"Pines hite m v tonque," I sai d lamely.
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a starrhed white apron on an""J was slicing I parked myself at the end of the bar
cucumbers at a gleaming tiled sink. with my back to the e·nd wall and pulled
"Hi , what's for lunch!'' I asked her .. my hat low over my face and gJ.a,red
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82 M I CHASL SUTTO N
around from under the brim. The dog He was a natty little man in a smartly
picked up its ears, tilted its head a little .cut beige gabardine suit, about five-six in
to one side. I wrinkled my nose and height and as lean as a jockey. He had
bared my teeth at it. This earned me a black curly hair above a high forehead,
low growl. a small, flat nose and a cleft in his chin.
Gray Flannels jerked his nose out of A cigarette dangled from one corner of
his glass, frowned down at the dog, then his narrow thin-lipped mouth, lisping
_scowled along the bar at me . "I say� smoke, and horizontal wrinkles creased
'must you annoy my dog?" His voice his forehead, as if my answer meant life
·sounded as if the olive had gotten stl)ck or death to him, or the smoke bothered
- in his throat. his eyes.
�
I kept right on glaring at the dog from "Fine body of men," I said. "Do a lot
under my hat brim and didn't answer of good work." -
him. The dog growled sO-ftly again. "Yeah ?" The cigarette bobbled up
·
"I say, m'USt you?" The voice jumped and down. "So what?"
· an octave. ·
"So this joint's had all the bad noise
A short, sad-faced barman slid out of it can stand." •
a door at the far end of the bar and Smoke fumed downward from his
_ glided toward us. He put both hands on nostrils as he dropped the cigarette and
the inner ed�e of the bar in front of Gray stepped on it, finding it with the sole of
Flannels and said: "Something wrong, his sho-e without looking down and press
sir?" ing it out. The bar1nan sidled closer,
, . "This person delibera tely insuited watching me and mopping absently with
Gen2his Khan .." the man complained. his cloth on a bar-top that was as spot
- "Pardon me," I said, nastily. "I just less as a dutch doorstep.
· didn't recognize the disguise." "I don't follow you, friend," the natty
The barman swiveled his head around, little man purred .
slowly, almost mechanically, as if a His voice didn't have any sort of a
vertical pivot rod held it to his shoulders nasal twang to it, but a voice �n a phone
and a little m_otor moved it. While he can be disguised, so I said : "Who fol
stared at me, his left hand fumbled · lowed Harvey Costain when he left here
under the bar. Then he just stood there, last nig-ht?" �
with both arms hanging slack at his The barman's aimless rubbing ceased
sides.. and watched me. abruptly and he leaned a�ainst the inner
"You can't brine: a pet into a food or edJ!:e of the bar, not moving at all. The
drink place in thi� town," I drawled. natty little man smiled slowly, almost
"The penalties are awful ghastly.'' sleepily, shrug�ed. "I 'vouldn't know.
,-. Gray Flannels whitened under his tan. All I know is what I read in the papers,
�, He raked out a bill, threw it on the bar, as the saying is."
-� yanked the leash loose from the bar "According to those same papers, this
� stool. He didn't quite leap out the street is where he was last seen."
door. I could almost feel the floor burns He shrugged again. "Make your point,
: on the dog1s paws and felt badly about friend."
that. ''Not here," I said. "Too public. And
"Why?" the barman asked, in a bleak not to you, unless your name is Lew
_ · tone. "Why did you have to go and say Gannon."
.that?" "I'm Eddie Crum," he said, still smil
"Didn't you ever hear of the Board of ing. "Let's go up to the office."
Health ?" I growled. "Read the rules." H-e turned on his heel. I slid off the
"What about the Board of Health ?" a bar stool. The barman's hand began to
new voice asked, from behind me. It was circle absently again, around and around
.. a silky, almost whispering voice. I on the shiny bar-top. Crum held open a
turned and gave it the tough eye and it door in the side wall and let me go past
� tough-eyed me right back. _;
him. The door closed soundlessly, as if
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cushioned by air, and 've went up thick "I don't have to prove that," I
ly carpeted stairs and along a hushed snapped. "Not if I prove who murdered
hallway past wide, solid-looking oak him." •
doors with fancy bronze knobs, all closed He smiled then, bleakly and not with
at the moment, to one at the end marked his eyes.
"Private" in fine goldleaf lettering. "How are you doing, so far?" he asked,
Crum knocked lightly, then stood mildly.
there inspecting the small neat finger "All right, so far," I said stiffly. "I
nails of his other hand . A mechanical know about some trouble that he had
lock buzzed and he reached the knob, last night, before he was bumped. Also
opened the door and let me pass him about the trouble he had with you."
again. The bleak smile faded. I grinned,
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HE office was tastefully furnished at him. Without lifting his head off the
and looked more like a deacon's chair back, Eddie Crum looked down the
study, than a place of business. It sides of his nose at me.
had a small functional fireplace, books on "Something else," I said sharply. "It ·
shelves built into paneled walls, somber may come as a shock to you, but I had a
drapes pulled back from some north spare gun all the time. I'm wearing it
light windows and a comfortably worn now. Nobody is going to get this one
oriental rug on the floor, faded but · away from me, believe me."
expensive.
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tray and sat down . "So you lost another "Years ago,'' he admitted. ·
listening and not talking. He didn't look Costain than the earlier editions, but
up at me. I stepped into the hallway and they followed the usual pattern. They
Crum followed me and the door clicked hinted, without naming names, that
shut. We went along past the heavy oak so1ne prominent film folk with shady
doors to the stairs, down them. pasts and underworld connections migi1t
In the bar lounge, by the street door, soon be dragged into the case. The police
Eddie Crum said : "I know how you feel, hinted, without naming names, that they
friend. She works here. I see her every already had a dozen suspects rounded up
night." for questioning and the confessions would
"You wiH get your face shot off," I be rolling in before sundown. That would
told him. be in about two and a half hours, accord
"Hell, I mean that I see her around, ing to my strapwatch.
at work." I re-read the story w·h en I got up to
"You will get your face shot off," I the apartment and had my hat and shoes
growled. off and was sitting in a chair by the
"I know my , business," he purred, radio. I didn't see my name anywhere,
grinning. "So long." nor Gail Tremaine's. There was still
The sad-faced barman had three cus nothing about Tony Zarsella's valley
tomers, a long-jawed guy with teeth like joint, and only a repeat on the previous
a horse and two giggling dames, years mention of the Club Borracha Costain
too old for their clothes. One of the had been seen there, around seven in the
dames hiccoughed and then belched evening, but had left.
loudly. Her friends almost fell off their Knuckles hit the hall ·d oor� lightly. I
stools laughing, so she did it again. The crawled down off the ceiling after a while
barman looked disgusted. and stood flatfooted in the middle of the
"So Ion�," I said, and left. room. I was fresh out of guns. A key
At the drive-in restaurant, I had more tickled the lock, the door opened. A
coffee and then got my car and drove tired looking maid with straggly gray
back to the office. hair poked her face in and said: "Oh,
An hour of staring at the wall above excuse me. I'll · come back." She shut
my desk fed me up. There hadn't been the door before I could open my mouth.
any mail when I got back, around mid Then the telephone rang.
afternoon.. no messa@:es under the door, I crossed the room to answer it.
and nobody called me up. "Dillon?" a voice asked. The voice
I found an old pipe and blew the dust with the nasal twang.
out of it and filled it up with tobacco, "All right," I snarled. "Who's bunions
just for the hell of it. I sat there and did I tramp on now?"
smoked until my tongue got as raw as "Your own, sucker," the voice
an open wownd packed with salt and twanged. "Too bad for you."
laid the pipe away. After that, I just sat "That's not what your boss told me
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there. just now," I growled.
The traffic signal down on the corner "Huh ?" This startled explosion of
whirred and clinked with monotonous breath didn't seem to make the .. voice
regularity. A leather-lunged news ven sound any different, or give m� any new
dor with rusted steel vocal chords ideas about it. "Think you're smart,
bawled faintly in the distance, making huh ? O.K., wise guy. Now the cops
the same noises over and over again. get the gun."
Traffic growled both ways along the "Can't we talk this over," I asked.
boulevard. And nobody called me up. "Can't I meet you somewhere?"
Finally, I tapped the office bottle, with "Break it up," the voice sneered. "You
discretion, shut the windows, set the were warned what would happen if you
spring lock and let the door slam shut got too nosey. So you got too nosey. So
after me. now the cops get the kill gun. Your
The afternoon sheets had more about gun."
86 M I CHAEL SUTTON
"Oh, hell, I already told them about dresser and not much else. There was
that," I yelled, and hung up. more worn linoleum; a brown and yellow
I was in the bedroom stuffing what checked pattern, on the tloor. The bed
I thought I might need on a short �rip frame was iron painted white. The chair
into a traveling bag when the phone and the dresser looked as if they might
rang again. I let i t ring several times have been white at one time. A single
and then lunged into the living room window, closed at the moment, looked
and grabbed it. on the gray waste of an air shaft. On
"Central Homicide," I said, in a gruff the wall above the bed was the picture
tone. of an Indian sitting on a horse. The
"Ha-ha-ha," a voice laughed the horse looked all fagged out and the In
same voice. dian was dying on the horse1s neck, as
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"Ha-ha, yourself," I grated, and hung if the air in the room had gotten them
up again. both .
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It let go almost immediately and kept The hop dropped my bag and hung in
on ringing. I got into my shoes and the door-frame, staring at me. "Any
finished packing in nothing flat and got thing else, mister?" he asked, in a tigh�t,
out of the apartment. As I prowled foxy voice.
down the hall toward the elevator, the "You could open a window," I said.
distant, muffied, insistent peal followed "Or isn't that allowed?"
me. The closing elevator doors stopped He looked as if he had been stabbed
that. I punched a down button. in the back by a trusted friend as h e
dragged his feet to the window and
CHAPTER · FIVE heaved it up. Garbled voices and the
clatter of dishes and a burned grease
The Face on Page One smell wafted into the room from the air
shaft. I put the four-bit piece into hi1
MAN with a tired sour ex thin hand.
pression turned the hotel regis "How old are you?" I asked him.
ter around and pushed a pen at His eyes narrowed. His mouth
me. I wrote · a. phony name and address twitched. I fished out a ten dollar bill
arid pushed a five dollar bill across the and folded it over twice and poked it
desk. He gave me fifty cents in change into the breast pocket of his jacket.
and slapped a desk bell. "That'll buy me two bottle& of liquor, if
Two crusty old codgers were deep in they'll sell it to you," I said.
a checker game at a table against one "One, if I buy it for you," he said.
wall of the narrow lobby. The desk bell "One, then, with ice and some soda."
woke them up. One of them looked at
He grinned a tight, pimply-faced grin
me in an annoyed way and made a
at me and went out. I locked the door
move.
and hung my hat and coat on the chair
A pimply, hungry-eyed kid in a hop and switched out the light. For the next
uniform two sizes too small for him quarter hour, I smoked and lay on the
minced out of the men's room and picked bed and listened to the clatter in the
up my bag. The deskman tossed a air shaft. Noises came and went. A
tabbed key at him. He speared it and radio blared � for a while and was cut
stepped into a two-by-four elevator cage off. Snores drifted across the shaft. The
ahead of me . drone of a vacuum cleaner floated up
We got off on five, the top floor, and from below. A dish crashed and a
went along a dim, narrow hallway with woman's voice swore hoarsely. The
worn linoleum and smelling of hidden snoring ceased abruptly but the cleaner
food and cheap disinfectant.. The hop whined on. I got up and tamped out
keyed his · way into the last room at the my cigarette in an ashtray on the
back and switched on a light. dresser and lay down again.
The room had a bed, a. chair and a A fist thumped the door. I got up and
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unlocked it. Keever, the Villa Morocco soda bottle on. Keever pulled a heavy
house dick, lumbered into the room. I key ring out of his pants. You could
closed the door, leaned my back against have burgled any house with the flat
it and watched him peer around. metal gadgets it held besides the keys. I
"Cozy," he said. "You are, that is." made some crack or other.
I didn't answer him, or move. "Tools of the trade," he chuckled.
"Conscience bothering you, son?" he "The gumshoe trade.''
asked.
He gave the room's lone chair a brief HALF filled the tumbler with
doubtful glance and decided to sit on the whiskey and gave it to him. Then
edge of the bed. The bedsprings I poured about half of the soda
agonized under his bulk, but nothing let water out on the window sill and re
go. Thin knuckles tickled the door. I loaded the bottle with whiskey.
opened it, about six inches. The pimply "What's the matter ?" Keever asked.
faced bellhop held up a paper bag with "Can't you take it?"
two bottles in it. "Not this crap. Here's how. What's
"Couldn't get no ice," he said, sulkily. on your mind?"
I reached for the ba.g, looked at the He polished off his drink in manly
bottles, one whiskey, one soda. style. I nibbled a little of the mixture
"Old Plaster, huh ?" I grunted. "I in the soda bottle. I was afraid to light
ought to send this back and buy some a cigarette near it. Keever sat there
radiator fluid instead." holding the empty glass. Amusement
"It was the best they had, best I shone in his eyes, but not the nice-clean
could get." fun kind of amusement.
"I'll bet." I reached out and gathered "I been kind of wondering what•s on
the front of his uniform coat and pulled yours," he said. "I asked you, is the old
him close to the door. "That'll be about conscience bothering you, son?"
nine bucks in change I've got coming, "Not that it's any of your business," I
huh?" said. "No, it isn't."
"Seven bucks," he wheezed. "Two "Something is," h e said dryly. "I
fifty for the booze. Four bits for fizz." dropped by your apartment, this after
"All rig�ht, you young bandit," I noon, to see you. I figured it '· might be
anapped. "Hand it over." kind of interesting for you and me to
"I ain't got it," h e whined. "Lemme chew over this Costain case and see if
go. I'll yell.'' we couldn't figure out something that
"Yell, and I'll throttle you. Where's maybe we could toss to friends down
the dough?" . town."
"Down in .the locker room, in my regu- "Providing either of us had any friends
lar clothes."
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downtown."
"Get it," I rapped. "Bring it up or
"Yeah. Well, like I say, I stopped by
I'll be down."
your place just in time to see you leg
I let go of him and slammed the door
ging down the street with a suitcase. So
in his face.
I kind of tool along behind. I follow
''Mean bugger, ain't you ?" Keever
chuckled. "A buck says you never see you out to the airport and see you leave
your seven again. I know these kids in your crate in the garage out there just
joints like this." like you was going to New York, or
Chicago, or someplace. But you don't
"Uh-huh. I wish I didn't," I said
take no plane. You get into ·,a taxi and
wearily. "Drink P"
come right back to town and register
"Don't mind if I do," he said. "Neat's under a wrong name in a flop like this.
O.K. by me." Wrong name registering is against the
There was a water tumbler on the law, son."
dresser. I dusted it out and looked He cocked a heavy eyebrow at me,
around for a good sharp edge to open the grinned and reached the bottle off the
88 M ICHAEL �SUTTON .
dresser and poured himself another shot. two first fingers. I hauled out my wallet.
He downed the shot and put the bottle "Got a gun?" I asked, suddenly.
back and. set the glass beside it. He looked surprised. "Yeah."
"You know how to tail," I said. "I "I'll buy it off you,t' 1 said.
didn't see you." "For five C's," he said· gru:Hiy.
''I ain't gumshoed twenty years for "Hel�, I haven't got that much."
nothing,'' he smirked. "How much you got?"
I took another pull at the soda bottle, "Less than two hundred, and I have
just to be doing something while the to eat."
big coppery-faced man trimmed a cigar. "How much can you get?"
He got it smoldering, ruining the last "I'll pay one C. That's final."
bit of breathable air in the room. He thought that over and nodded. I
"Looks to me like you want somebody slid five twenty dollar bills out of the
to think you skipped town," he said. wallet and put the wallet away and laid
"After looking for a week or so and find the money on the ratty bedspread. He
ing your crate at the· airport, that is." reached for it. I snatched it away.
"That could be," I said. He chuckled, deep in his throat, and
"Cops want you ?" he asked. dug up the gun, a · thirty-two special
"No," I said. "Since you are one of with the barrel sawed o.1f just ahead of
of the boys, I'll tell you something. All the cylinder, a belly gun. He snapped
in the strictest confidence, of course." out the cylinder and shook the cart
He sat there, screened by oily blue ridges into his hand. He polished each
smoke, and didn't say anyth ing. I said: cartridge with his handkerchief, very
"After I talked to the Tremaine �irl carefully, and let them fall out of the
this morning, I talked to this client that handkerchief onto the bed. Then he
I told you about. Talked enough so's polished the gun and dropped i t the
she's forgotten all about Gail Tremaine. same way. I gave him the money and
But she still thinks friend husband is a picked up the gun and reloaded it.
heel, so I have to work a new angle for "I might be planning to murder some
her. But I'n1 working alone �et that. body with this," I said.
No chiselers . . Personally, I still think "Go ahead," h e said. ''It ain't regis
my c1ient is nuts." tered to me. I took it off a mug, years
"
"Maybe she is," he said calmly. "I ago. .
ain't. Not nuts enough to believe you "I could hold you qp now ud get my
are working for any such rich and mys dough back."
terious client. What's my silence worth He frowned, stood up, shook his head
to you now?" slowly. "Naw," h e growled. "You ain't
Somewhere, in one of the rooms off gonna do nothing like that. I gotta go
the air shaft, a fight started . A woman�s now, son. One thing lay off that kid. I
voice argued with a man's voice. The may have some u se f&r him."
word·s didn't mean anything. The bitter "Better tag me from here yourself," I
ness behind them did. The woman's said. "I could lose that 'kid in a phone
voice got shriller. The thud of a fist booth."
clipping a not so solid jaw stopped the
"T·hat's an idea," h e rumbled, almost
fight.
smiling again. "Wen, so· long, son. See
HThere's a guy," Keever chuckled. you in jail." .
"He won't never get took."
When he was gone, I nipped at the
"He's a wife beater," I sneered. "That soda bottle and lit another cigarette. . I
doesn't help him any." sat on the bed for a long time, trying
He worked his cigar across his mouth to think and, as usual, getting nowhere
and stared up through his heavy black with it. What little daylight there had
eyebrows at me. After a long moment, been in the air shaft dis�ppeared com
he grinned unpleasantly again and re pletely. The rise and fall of voices� the
volved a thumb around Qn the tips of radios, the smell t>f g1ease aDd badly
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cooked foods, the fights, the snores, the the killer was a thick-skulled private
whispers, the clatter and the characters investigator with a bad set of nerves
wrestling silently, like me, all went on. I named John Aloysius Dillon. The heat
gave it up, finally, tucked the thirty was on.
two into my belt, kicked my suitcases A buck-toothed waitress hovered over
under the bed and went out to eat.
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me. I snapped the paper shut. She gave
me the peeved eye, as if I had as much
T WAS the quiet time of evening, as accused her of picking my pocket. I
when dinners have not yet been didn't see a badge on her anywhere. I
finished, when only the floaters breathed again and ordered the deluxe
move in the streets like shadows, be- dinner. She flounced away.
fore the beginning of the rush to neigh None of the customers on the counter
borhood movies and the scramble to stools looked like cops. No eyes peered
grab a stool in the corner saloon. I through the front window at me. It took
drifted along Fountain to Vermont. all the will power I had not to sneak a
T·here was a food sign to the north, in glance under the table.
the middle of the block. A drugstore, I got out a cigarette and started
eater-cornered across the intersection, tapping down the tobacco in it. On the
had an outside book rack. I was over third tap, I missed the edge of the table
there, standing in front of the books, with it and" it slipped through my fingers
when a Chronicle truck dumped off the and fell on the floor. I got out another
late edition. one and finally lit it without tamping i t
My name jumped at me from the down.
headlines. There was a phone on the wall, just
I snaked the top paper out of the behind the booth I was in. I pulled
bundle and scuttled back across the my hat down over my face and hunched
street. In the dimmest booth the hash out of the booth. I pawed through the
joint had, I gobbled up the details. book, feeling fairly certain that the Blue
Valley Inn would not be listed. It wasn't,
The police had my gun. They didn't
so I looked for Duke Mazonik's home
know how it, accompanied by my name
number, found it, dialed it, and, for a
and address typed on a plain white card,
wonder, he was in.
had gotten to the homicide bureau at
"Hi, John," he yawned. "What time
headquarters, but a man had been de
is it?"
tailed to find out. The rest of the force
"Goi�g on seven," I breathed. I had a
was combing the town for me.
hand around the mouthpiece and spoke
The news photo did not look like me. with my lips close to the hand. "Read
It was poorly printed and showed solid, the papers?"
well-fed jowls. It had been taken when "About Costain?" His tone sharpened.
I first entered the detective business, ''Yeah, this morning, before I went to
a long time ago. That didn't make me bed. Geez, what a mess. Tony is scared
feel any better, because there were dicks, .
st1ff. Me; too. "
and even harness bulls, in town who "What do you mean, Tony is scared
knew me by sight. stiff?" I hissed.
There was still no mention of Gail "Quite a story," he said. "Tell you
Tremaine, no hint that Costain had met when I see you."
his death outside of a disguised and "Tonight's papers say the cops know
secluded gambling casino in the valley, -
who did it," I said.
no suspicion that he might have been
"I'm damned," he grunted. "Was it
the victim of some of the mobsters he
the D.A. or the Mayor?"
defended or doublecrossed in court. I
seemed to be the only new development. "It isn't funny," I growled. "They
A slug from the mystery gun had been think I did it."
ehec·ked against the one they had taken "You?" His voice exploded against
from the corpse. The slugs matched. So my eardrum. "No.''
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90 M ICHAEL SUTTON
"Uh-huh . · That's what it says in to . floating on it. She set the bowl in front
night's papers.'' of me. and said: "Drink?"
Silence. Then: "Where are you, "No,w and then," I gr1mted . ul mean,
.
whenever they get a chance." I fooled with the food an·d ate a little
"Uh-.huh.. Geez, I dunno." You ain't of it and smoked while I ate. After the
in jail yet, then, huh ?" fourth of fifth mouthful, my stomach
"No." began to feel as if it was full of bird
"Where?" ·
squinted at me and scratched his left there with the ball of his thumb and
ear. dusted the joint with his eyes.
"I feel real bad about this, John," The clock on the wall behind the
he rumbled. counter said eight-fifteen. Buck Tooth
"Not half as bad as I do,'' I muttered, was cleaning out the cash register. That
bleakly. meant closing time. The chef was heav
"I m.ean, about me bopping you last ing empty milk cases out ·a back door. A
night," he said. "Then later, about the couple of late custo1nets wer£ still stoking
boys picking you up at the ;hospital. them·selves at the counter. Outside the
Those were Tony's boys." front window, traffic seemed to have
I sat there and stared at him. livened up a bit.
"That horn blast did it," he explained. "This Keever," Mazonik said, in a
"Some of the boys should've been out moment. "He sounds tricky."
with the cars all the time. On account ''He'd skin himself, if it meant money
of the rain, they weren't. Anyhow, it to him," I said.
must've been when you let the guy's "Yeah. He pegged you plenty fast.
head hit the horn. A couple of the boys You check him any?" ·
jump out to see, is it trouble. It is. "No," I said. "I was hoping you had,
It's murder. A car steams away. Yours, one time or another."
but we don't know it then. Two of them He shook his head slowly again. "This
tag you to the hospital and phone back. is a big town, John. Guys like him, they
Tony tells them where to take you and C()llle and they go. You can be in police
hold you so's you won't call no law work damn near all your· life and still
until he decides what to do." not know even half of them."
"Oh, . brother," I said, softly. "That Just then a prowl car swung in and
beats all.., ·
to pump me, or just to have fun. I All. I need to· do is prove that Costain
went there to pump him, of course, but had double-crossed G:annon, or that
the kidding stopped when I mentioned Gannon hated Costain's g.uts on account
the girl's name. He warned me to lay of the girl. Knocking him off out at
off her and he didn't mean just profes Zarsella's joint would be just one way of
sionally." eliminating the old competish good
"It does sound kind of funny at that," business two birds with one slug, as
he admitted. "What then?" the guy says."
"Nothing. He had his right bower "That would kind of put the girl in
show me out and kept my other gun." the middle, wouldn't it? She was with
"How'd he sound, him and his hard him. If Gannon was soft on her, like
boy? Their voices, I mean. Anything you say, he wouldn't put her in the
like this voice on the phone? I guess middle of nothing like that. Now, this
you could spot the killer that way, house dick might. Keever. He took you,
maybe if you could hear him, not on boy. Don't overlook him.''
the phone, and recognize him." "I won't overlook him. And I'm not
going to overlook your boss, either.
SHOOK my head. I told him what Competition works both ways. Ton
I thought about voices over tele Zarsella may be a fat clown and a so t
phones, that they could be dis- touch to you, but he's. been around a
guised and didn't mean anything. He long time. He's hooked his fat fingers
nodded, twisted his face again, closed in plenty of deals that wouldn't look
a big fist up tight, stared at it, opened good in the morning papers. Hell , Co
it slowly, looked at me. stain mig.h t even have been blackmailing
"I'll tell you the truth, John," he him."
said. "Tony never mentioned why he He didn't like that. He stared at me·
left Lew Gannon. Not to me. You a hard stare, developed in the years he
can believe it or not, but we never have walked behind a badge, and before, in
talked about it. I figured it wa-s none the ring, and before that fighting older
of my business. I never asked him noth tougher kids for the l'ight to peddle
ing." papers on the busy corners. I met his
"Better begin now, then," I said. gaze, squarely. I had been raised in a
He shrugged . "I'll prod him, sure." logging camp myself.
"If the cops get me, I talk, see ?" "The killer could be somebody you
"Hell, you couldn't prove nothing." ain't even thought of, yet," he growled.
''With the torcher to back me, yes.'' "Could be," I growled back at him.
"Uh-huh. Maybe you got something." "In fact, it could even be you."
The first prowlie finished gobbling and Movement and sound went on around
went out and his partner came in and us. Headlights out on the street, going
sat on the same stool . His glance met both ways, and the swish of tires on
mine, casually, switched to the bill-of pavement. Feet scuffing sidewalk and
fare chalked on a blackboard under the faces . floating past the front windows.
clock. Inside, there was the coming and going
"With the heat on m e like this, I'm behind the counter and the rattle of
handicapped," I said . "But I �an still closing-up chores. The prowlie on the
get around, with luck, and pick up a front stool was shoveling in the last of ·
nugget or two that'll make your old pals his pie.
down at headquarters listen without "Figured out my motive?" Mazonik
laughing in my face." asked stiffly.
·
"Your luck won't hold forever," he "A gambler's right bower gets more
said. "Got any ideas?" dough than a cop," I said. "Ten times
"Not any good ones," I said. "The more, you told . me last uight. But the
killer could be Gannon or his smoothie, gambler gets more than the bower. A
Eddie Crum, with Gannon behind him. hundred times mo-re .."
CONCERTO FOR GUNS 93
"I frame Tony and then step into his eased inside, closed the door. Nothing
shoes, huh ?" . moved. Noise in the air shaft was about
"Uh-huh. Tha.t is roughly the gis t of the same. I found the light.
the idea." My suitcase was still under the bed .
"Gee z, who 'da thought it. But why I hauled it out. A search told me that
kill Co stain ?•' my stuff was all there, but someone had
"Damned if I know. You've got me pawed it over. I sniffed at the soda on
there, pal." _ the dresser. The bottle was still half
"Geez , I must be nuts," he sighed. full, with a few sluggish last bubbles
"I'm screwy to even be talking to you. rising in it. I decided not to touch it.
Your gun is the kill gun . The law says The \vhiskey bottle was gone.
so, and you as much as admit it, but you There were no alcoves or closets to
claim you didn't do the job. You are a the room \vhere a stranger might hide.
fugitive, and here I sit. Geez, if that lad I doused the l ight st epped into the hall
,
up front knew who you were, he'd shoot way, locked the door and tried the knob
us both that's a cinch. I ought to turn this time. Then I prowled back to the
you in." elevator and rode it down.
.
I grinned crookedly and jiggled a The deskman l ean ed against his side
cigarette into my face and managed to of the desk and yawned at me. I pushed
light it without roasti n g more than half through the door to the men's room.
of my nose. Used paper towels littered the floor.
Other paper had been dropped around
"Now's your chance," I said . My voice
the bowls in the stalls. My· nose curled
sounded as if it had to come through a
a little at the smell in there. The hungry
pipe. A sewer pipe, ten miles long.
eye d pimply-faced bellhop didn't seem
,
snorted, softly. "I never was much of a He was a mouth breather. His eyes
policeman. Take it easy Lay low. I
.
were glu ed to a thick, three-inch square
gotta get going. O"ffhand , I don't really picture book and he was lolling in an old
know what I can do for you, but I'll do worn-out lobby chair in a corner. He
something. See you, boy." glanced up, saw me. His hand, with the
We shook hands and my hand felt as book in it, slid off the arm of the chair
if he had broken it. I watched him out and dropped behind it. lie looked as
and then ambled up and paid my check . guilty as if he'd been caught with his
The prowlie stood behind me, waiting to hand in a blind man ' s tin cup.
pay his. I slid out the door. Down at I grabbed the front of his jacket� lifted
the corner, at Fountain Avenue, I looked him. The picture book dropped and
back over my shoulder. The prowl car skidded under the chair . He had a
swung out from the curb, did a fast U breath like a sick mule. I let go of him.
turn, with its siren snarling, and headed H e flopped back in the chair, hard. The
north on Vermont. chair moved. Glass rattled on the floor
I hiked back- to the hotel. tiles my whiskey bottle, empty now.
"Did the guy hire you to ransack my
room ?" I grated .
CHAPTER SIX "What �uy ?" he whined. "I ain't ran
sacked nothing."
A Heel Run Down "Y9U little How much did he pay
vou ? "
KCEPT for an owlish-looking •
deskman, not the one who had "Nothing. I do n't even know what
checked me- in, the dimmed lobby you mean, fella.''
was empty. Something seemed wrong "The hell you don't. I mean fatty, the
when I got up to the room. The door big guy, Keever."
was unlocked but I couldn't remember, "Honest, mister, he never paid me
for sure, whether I had locked it. I nothing. Not a cent."
94 · M ICHAEL ·SUTTON
Hinges squeaked dryly behind me. I w<>oden stairway, clumped down it The
..
Twelve-B was dark. Twelve-A, up I waded a�ross the living room in the
stairs, had a look of somebody home. I dark. A swing door, like the one in Gail
punched Keever's bell, hoping that it Tremaine's apartment, let me · into a
was Keever's, and heard faint and dis small serving pantry and then the
tant chimes followed by nothirig. Foliage kitchen . I figured it would be safe to risk
screened me off from the front office a light, that far back, and . flipped a ,
windows. I leaned on the button again, switch. The back door was wide open.
waited. A door opened and closed, some I pee�ed out- into the night. The alley
where up above, and heels clicked along looked deserted. A light outside the door
the balcony. The heels reached the open at .the top of the back . stairs was on. �
CONCERTO FOR CUNS 95
soft cool night . breeze blew against my His face looked like fresh killed beef.
face. · I pulled my face in and closed the It glistened wetly, dark red. I touched
door on the breezeo the door, opened it a little wider, with
· A row of empty beer bottles stood on out thinking to look behind it. J(eever's
the drainboard of the kitchen sink. There outfl.ung hand was \varm to the touch,
were some ants in the breadbox, nothing but no puis·e flickered in him.
else, no staple groceries on the kitchen This time I heard something, a step
shelves. Dishes in the cupboards had a and the rustle of cloth, and remembered
thin film of dust on them. The refrigera about looking behind doors. Then it was
tor was empty and dusty inside and the too late, of course. Something S\vished
electric cord was not e"=en plugged in. and thudded on top of my hat. I yelled.
The gas stove oven was full of pots and My hat fell off. The S\Vishing noise came
pans that had a look of rust and disuse. again. I tried to duck. I grabbed blind
Back in the living room, I lit a few ly at a pants-leg full of muscle and then
more matches and snooped behind chairs a third blow landed on the side of my
and pawed around in drawers. An an neck. Th u nder rumbled in my head.
tique cherrywood desk held . letters ad The room turned over and the floor fell
dressed to A. J. Keever, some bills with on top of tne. I straightened my arms
his name on them� half a dozen cigars and tried to heave the floor off my chest
wrapped in cellophane, plain white en but the rootn began to rock. Then the
velopes and some stamps in one of the lights went out and the room rocked
pigeon-holes, several paper matchbooks . harder. It rocked itself right side up.
with AJ1( on them and one from a New I stood up, groggily, took a step,
York hotel, a couple of old burned-out banged my shins on something, moved
light bulbs and a handful of thumbtacks in another direction, tripped over some
in one of the lower d1·awers. A lot of body's leg, pitched forward and almost
odds and ends. Nothing for me. smashed my. face on a bedpost. The post
I didn't hear a noise I felt it. slid past my ear and caught me in the
There was a half open door in the wall - shoulder. More searing pain.
to the left of the desk ./ I thought and
.
I got my feet untangled, after a
tried and couldn't remember if it had while, and hauled myself onto the bed
.b een closed before. I had no recollection and sat on the edge of it until my head
of the door at all. Pain seared my fingers had cleared. Then J· got up and toured
as the matchflame burned close to them cautiously around the dark heap on the
and died. · t floor and got the light back on.
I quit breathing again. Keever hadn�t moved . He was still
My shoes turned to lead. It took all quite dead.
the energy that I had left to lift them I prodded once more for any sign of a
forward. When my groping had touched pulse. The killer was messy but
the door frame, I reached the other one thorough. I backed a\vay and got stiffly
into my pocket and gripped the butt of to my feet. Keever's one unma.shed eye
the thirty-two. My lu ngs1 caught on fire stared bleakly at a spot on the carpet
and my ch�t began to heave. I had to about a foot ahead of his nose. His big
breathe. I felt up and down the wall chin made a deep dent in the nap. Blood
inside the door, touched a switch, was still collecting in the dent. He was
snapped it.
· ·
.
not long dead.
. Keever was lying on the floor i n his
A black leather briefcase lay against
bedroom-clead. the wall on the other side of the bed.
Somebody had beaten the side of his . Papers littered the floor around it. I
face to a pulp. The shoulders of his coat wiped some blood off my hand on the
were spattered with fresh blood. Blood bed and went around it and tried to read
matted his hair. There was blood on the the scattered sheets without bending
carpet under his chin. He didn't have over. I was afraid if I bent over I would
any earr at all on the side I could see. be sick. My head felt large and hollow
96 M ICHAEL SUTTON
and salty saliva was welling in my apart, and glared at eaeh other like two
mouth. My jaws ached with it. stray cats that have come nose to nose
One corner of a velvet document pro at the end of a board fence.
truded from the briefcase. I looked at it He moved first. He put the Luger
and thought about it. It seemed to be against my chest and patted me over
a photostat. Photostats have many uses. and dug the sawed-off thirty-two out of
Huge corporations spend fortunes on my pocket. "You must own a regular
photostats every year. Blackmailers arsenal," he drawled, stepping back
never spend a dime on them but they wards, away from me. The Luger muzzle
sometimes collect on them. made a slight arc in the air. "Better
I swallowed hard and took a deep come in and explain yourself."
breath and bent over. He put the Luger away under his arm
The brown document was a photostat and shoved the th irty-two into his left
of a marriage certificate. The ceremony side pocket and held it there. I went
had been performed in the state of past him. Gail Tremaine came out of
Nevada, in some town with a name I'd the bedroom in a strapless evening gown
never heard of. The girl's name had been of pale blue. It was enough to make me
Helen Baird. The groom's name was forg-et the man with the guns almost.
Duke Mazonik. After careful delibera "It's you," she said coldly. "You
tion, I decided that Helen Baird's legal frightened Mina half to death."
married name must be Mrs. Duke "I didn't mean to," J[ told her. "I was
Mazonik. It was still a little groggy. in a hurry."
"So are we," Gannon said dryly.
OICES reach,ed me from a long "What's the idea?"
way off. I shook my head to clear A smoky haze came between them and
it some more and the voices got me. I rubbed the side of my face and
louder gruff voices, cop voices. Heavy shook my head from side to side. My
feet thumped the patio stones in the legs began to tremble. I tottered to a
court. I staggered to the light switch, chair and dropped into it. The smoky
slapped it off. haze got thicker. Voices murmured.
. I was in . the kitchen when the door . Glass tinkled on glass. A cloud of spicy
chimes sounded. I wondered how long it fragrance wrapped itself around my head
would take them to give that up and go and a slim white hand with crimson
on in to find Keever and then charge out fingernails he'd a drink under my nose.
the back after me. A lot less time than I grabbed the drink and gulped it. The
it would take me to reach the street at gra:v fog evaporatedo
the end of the alley, probably. I closed "What's the matter with you?" Gan
the back door. The soft cool night breeze non asked, sharplyo
brushed the last of the cobwebs out of "It's the high cost of living," I said.
my brain. I went up the back stairs. "It gets me."
When the� little Jap maid came into "Save the gags," he snapped .
the kitchen and saw me, she yelped and "Living is a big problem," I said. "Just
fled back through the serving pantry. I staying alive. Too many guns. Too many
plunged after her. The swing door hit hits 1n the head."
me in the face and staggered me for a "He sounds punchy." Gail Tremaine
moment. Then I butted it open and said, and laughed harshly.
jumped into Gall Tremaine's living room "A party is what I need. Let's have a
and halted. party."
The hand that held the Luger was like "We're late for one now," Gannon
a stone block. Behind the hand was a said. "Some people are waiting for us at
dark sleeve . The dark sleeve was part of the club. If you don't feel like explain
a beautifully cut midnight blue dinner ing the intrusion, then get going, hut
jacket with Lew Gannon inside of it . fast."
We stood there for seconds, a few feet '�No," I said. "Don't rush me. A fcl-
. .
low I know got married. That was a ANNON made a noise. His throat
long time ago, but I only just now found muscles looked like taut ropes
out about it. It and a little more. I owe under the skin of his neck. Con
him something. I owe you something. gested blood darkened his face. His arms
I owe your trigger something. I owe my and legs move jerkily. His hands clawed
landlord, my tailor and the finance com at his belly.
pany, too. Got to begin squaring The girl in the pale blue evening gown
accounts. Let's go." didn't move. Strain widened her dark
I hunched forward on the chair, got to eyes. The pallor. of her face made the
my feet. The drink began to work. It! _ lipstick on her full-lipped wide mouth
hardened my stomach up a bit and I look almost black. I grabbed up the
began to feel fairly tough again. photostat and dangled it in front of her.
"Watch yourself," Gannon warned. "Your friend Keever had this made,"
"I read tonight's paper. I know the cops I growled. "I think he was murdered for
want you, but I'm willing to give you the it. But I barged in right after he \vas
benefit of any doubt. You're free to killed downstairs, right below this, in
blow. Beat it." his apartment and the killer had to
"Wait until you read this," I said, and leave without it. I guess the same guy
raised -my hand to reach inside my coat. killed Costain, huh?"
His left pocket jumped and the cloth "No," she shook her head. "Oh, no,"
bulged. My hand froze in mid-air. I she said, in a choked voice. "I . who do
lowered it, slowly, and grinned. you mean ?"
"Help yourself," I said. "The Duke," I said heavily. "You
He took a step. His right hand slid in have a very jealous husband, Mrs. Ma
between my coat and s-hirt and touched zonik. I can't say I blame him for much
the photostat. I grabbed his wrist with of anything except the way he put me
both hands, leaned back from the waist, in the middle of murder."
dug both thumbs deep into the back of "Duke Mazonik· and I have been di
his hand between the finger bones, and vorced for over a year," she whispered.
twisted, heaving all my weig-ht forward I shrugged. "That. only makes it possi
at the same time. He kicked his , feet ble for you to testify against him," I
into the air to save his arm. The photo said. "It doesn't change any facts. The
stat flipped at the ceiling, zigzagged to Duke killed Harvey Costain, on account
the floor. He landed on his back. . The of you, probably. With what I have now,
fall shook the building. Air oozed out the police will have no trouble proving
of his lungs in a long :Bat groan, as if he that. The Duke killed Ke·ever, too.
wanted .to get rid of it and was doing it There was a heel. Maybe he had it com
deliberately. ing. That Keever would have black
I gathered in all the guns. mailed his own grandmother."
"Hold it," I barked at the girl. A faint shiver shook her bare shoul
She dropped the brass fire tongs. ders. The man on the floor got his breath
They hit the hearth with a metallic clat back.. finally. He gulped it in with a
ter. More music for the boy.s downstairs. wracking heave of his chest. The con
A phone dial whirred nearby. I shot a gested blood began to go out of his face.
glance through the bedroom doorway. His eyes cut me up in little strips and
The little Jap maid was busily hooking fed me to the sharks.
out a number. The girl said: "What now?'' Her voice
''Hey," I yelled, and waved the Luger sounded as if she was past caring.
at her. · "The joint's crawling with cops," I
She dropped the phone and covered said. "It's time to whistle for them:'
her face with her hands and waited for "Not yet," a new voice said.
death. Duke Mazonik came through the
''Old KiDer Dillon," I said bleakly, to swing door from the kitchen. He had an
no one in particular. - old worn service revolver in his hand.
98 M ICHAEL SUI10�
It pointed at me. His eyes had a glaze hammered �Y ·rig·ht shoulder and spun
over them. There were stiff . lines around m e around. · I went down, but . not out.
his mouth. "Drop them guns, John." Guns slammed. Women screamed. Glass
I dropped the guns. ·The b.utt of the crashed. Police whistles let g� shrilly.
Luger bounced off my foot and a tickle Guns kept on slamming. Big flat feet
of pain ran up my leg. It seemed to be thundered on wood. Wood gave way
one of those days. with a tearing splintering sound. Then
"Remember that voice on the phone, everything went black.
John?" the big blo-nd ex-cop asked, in a
cold lifeless tone of voice. WOKE up in a white room und�r
I nodded, stiffly. My mouth felt dry white sheets on a white bed. My
and overcrowded with -my tongue in shoulder was packed i n white
It. gauze. When the nurse came in, she said
"
"I never put you in the middle, boy," that my face was rather white, too . I
he grated harshly. "You put yourself in had lost a little ·b lood.
the middle. If you coulda kept your My first visitor was Lew Gannon. He
face out of this, nobody woulda got hurt, !Vas very pleasant an.d spoke quietly, as
except Harvey Costain. He got what If he had been warned not to excite the
wa·s comjr � to him." patient. Neither the girl, Gail Tremaine
"What about Keever?" I husked . · "He nor the little Jap maid had beeB hurt, h �
knew Costain was spending a lot of time t <?ld me . . One ?f Mazonik's slugs had
here. He smelled some thing fishy. He ntcked �1m a httle, but not s�riously.
must have guessed who .. had a · motive for He had shot Mazonik three ti1nes with
killing Costain. He. was the one who . t�e . L�ger.. , The big blond ex-cop was
still alive. .
"
.
dug up the fact that Gail Trem aine was - .· .
Helen Baird Mrs. Duke Mazonik. . He .asked �ow I w,as feeling and I
Money might have kept him quiet· for told him fine. He asked - if the District
a wh.ile until his demands got larger Attorney, or any·b ody like that, had
than your bank account. · Then what?" been in to see me. I shook my head, no.
"He stuck kis face in, yeah. But he He laid his soft gray felt hat on the
ain't got no face no more, has he ?" white dresser and sat down on the foot
"No," I said tliickly. "He ain't got of the bed and smiled.
no face no more. How's my face doing ?" T·h en he told me that he had aBked
"Not so good, John. Not so good. the authorities not to bother m e until I
. This is curtains for all of' us. Me, too �" felt better. I said · that was nice of him .
Madness glittered in his eyes. His He kept on smiling and looked a - little
gun had sagged a bit. He raised it, with embarrassed and said not to worry ab,out
me as his :first target. In the sud·den any hospital bills.
I gave him the eye.
·
coming."
I yelled. . He fumbled with the hat and looked
The gun went off and a giant sledge down at it.•
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CONCERTO FOR CUNS 99
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had his boys move the body. It all seems waited. A faint smell of ether drifted
rather simple, now, doesn't it?" down the hall and into the room. I lay
He smiled politely again. I let him there and stared sleepily at him. . He
·
get o n with it. flushed and turned on his heel &nd went
"It seems that you stirred up this out.
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CHAPTER · ONE Somehow I made my way into the
elevator which rode skyward pitching
Easy Money like a destroyer in the North Sea. I
emerged into the corridor, made my way
AM a man who customarily eats precariously down it and opened the
a hearty breakfast. However, on frosted office door.
this cold February morning the I got over to my desk and sank into
thought of oatmeal acted as an emetic my swivel chair without bothering to
and the idea of. scrambled eggs com remove my hat and coat. Sackler's flinty
pletely unsettled me. All I craved was a voice cut Into my consciousness.
• • •
I staggered from the corner coffeepot "Makes jack," he finished for me.
into the windy street. I hailed a bus, I knew that he'd stolen that one but I
jammed my miserable self into a horde was in no mood to argue, even with Rex
of unhappy humanity and clung to a Sackler. I got out of the chair and with
greasy strap for dear life as we rumbled "SOme effort took off my OVercoat.
downtown to Rex Sackler's office. Sackler sat at his desk as I did so re·
......
'
eyebrows at his clothes which were older some kind of gambling device or another.
than the twenty-first amendment to the However, his air of rectitude and
Constitution and shabbier than a carpet righteousness had me thoroughly an
bag. noyed. His smug air of superiority
I put all these facts into a few well trapped me into saying: "A hundred
chosen phrases and uttered them. bucks that you can't quit smoking for
three months."
ACKLER heard me out with grow He took the misshapen cigarette from
ing indignation. When I had his lips, crushed it out in the ash tray
. finished there was a long silence on his desk and said: "You're on, Joey.
� during which a gleam came into his One hundred bucks. Three months.
black eyes. Had I been more alert that Moreover, I offer you spot cash if you
gleam would have warned me. win, and shall deduct it from your salary
It was the expression he invariably in four installments if you lose. What
wore when some money-making scheme could be fairer than that?"
evolved in his chiselling brain. He I sat down at my desk aware of an
coughed slightly, took a sack of tobacco empty, apprehensive sensation at the
from his pocket and proceeded, most in pit of my stomach. I still believed that
expertly, to roll himself a cigarette. it was a most difficult task for a heavy
"Now, Joey,, he said, "you say I have smoker to quit the habit overnight. But
no vices because vices cost money. That against that was the awful fact that
is not true.· I am not a saint, nor do I Sackler would do anything at all for
begrudge expenditure for certain indul cash. F�r a hundred bucks he'd proba
gences. For instance, do you realize that bly give up eating a.nd sleeping for three
I smoke, perhaps, forty or fifty cigarettes months.
a day?" I was still wondering whether rd
That was true enough. Of that num tossed my money in the gutter when the
ber he rolled about half of them and outer door opened and a visitor walked
bummed the rest. Figuring it rapidly, in. He 'vas an odd looking character just
I estimated that the cost of this prodigal this side of forty . He wore an old
habit was every bit of four or five cents fashioned derby hat, a suit whose cut
a day. had been the rage at the turn of the
"Now," he said, "to prove my point century, a black tie in which nestled a
about will power, Joey, I am about to single pearl pin which looked genuine to
give up smoking as an object lesson to my inexpert eye, and a pair of well
you." . polished high shoes.
I looked skeptical. I have observed Sackler inspected him as he entered,
that for a normal man, smoking is the like Armour's purchasing agent inspect
toughest habit to break. It is an auto ing a steer. I knew Sackler's gaze essayed
matic habit. Heavy smokers don't even to pierce the man's outer g-.arments and
realize that they have lighted a fresh peer straight into his pocketbook.
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I said: "You can't do it. That is, not there. He assumed his best floor-walker
for any period of time." smile, rubbed his hands together and
"No ? How about three months(" said: "Ah, good morning, sir."
I shook my head. "I still say you can't The stranger nodded. H e said: . "My
do it." name is Wilbur Flemin�. I have come to
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"You and how much cash, Joey ?" offer you a commission."
A red lantern on a railroad track could Sackler waved him to the chair facing
not have been plainer than that. In his desk. Fleming took a silk handker
seven years I bad not won a bet from chief from his pocket and dusted its seat.
Rex Sackler. Thirty percent of the He sat down carefully as if he half
. salary he had paid me had found its way expected to find a tack on the chair.
�back into his own bank account through Then h e took a snuff box from his
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said, half proudly, half defiantly : "You Fleming nodded. "I have long wanted
may as well get used to me, sir. I am -ec· to know the author of such a profound
centric. Moreover, I need a stimulant. saying. But I am very bad at research."
That west side subway exhausts me." Sackler scribbled once more on his
Sackler nodded rather uneasily. He pad. As he did so Fleming thrust a hand
had not yet pigeon-holed his client. He into his breast pocket and withdr�w a
had not yet decided how much the wallet and two long envelopes. Sackler
traffic would bear when it came to the and I regarded him curiously.
matter of fixing the fee. From the wallet he withdrew three
"Now," said Fleming, "let us get to bills. I craned my ne«!k and saw that
the point. I have come here because I there were two of five hundred dollar
have heard it said that you are the best denomination; the third bilJ was a
private detective agen�y in the city. hundred. Sackler stared at the money
Experience has taught me that it is al like a little boy watching a conjuror.
way cheaper to have the best." "Now," said Fleming. He put the two
''Cheaper?" repeated Sackler weakly. five hundreds into o�e envelope, sealed
"In the long run." it and, picking up Sackle:r,s . pencil,
"Ah," said Sackler, his spirits picking scrawled across the face of it the one
up, "of course." word : DwDTkin. He put the hundred
"Now," said Fleming, "I have two dollar bill into the second envelope and .
requests to make. You will probably wrote gravely across its face: Quotation.
think at least one of them odd. How-
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ever, since I am willing to pay for my and said with an air of a man who has
eccentricities I see no reason why you just · finished some arduous business,
should complain." "There!"
"None at all," said Sackler like the Sackler tool{ the envelopes and said:
fourth assistant director talking to De "There what ?"
Mille.
"It is simple," said Fleming� "I do not
"First," said Fleming, "I desire to
intend to pay for something I · do not
learn the present whereabouts of one
get."
Donald Lionel Dworkin, who whPn I
last heard of him was living at 206 East Sackler sat still silent. Usually he went
89th Street in this city." right to the heart of the matter im
Sackler scribbled something on his mediately a client entered. First he dis
desk -pad. "When was -this?" cussed money; then, and only then,
"Three years ago." would he hear the customer out. But
Fleming somehow nonplussed him. He
"And you haven't heard of him since?"
now sat uncertainly with the two en
Fleming shook his head. "And I know velopes in his hand.
no one else who knew him. I know of no
"If within seventy-two hours," went
relatives. This is a hard job so, natu
on Fleming, "you have definite infonna
rally, it will pay more money than my
tion for me regarding the whereabouts of
second request which is simple."
this Donald Dworkin, the envelope con
Sackler said, "What is it?" taining the two five hundred dollar bills
"I want you to find out who said: is yours. That information is worth
Love is the isthmus w·hich joins the exactly one thousand dollars to me. H
continents of Heaven and earth." within the same period of time you have
discovered for me who wrote the line:
ACKLER blinked at him. That Love is the ist/vm,ua whick joins the
was a beautiful thought with continents of Heaven and earih, the sec
capital letters and our offiee was ond envelope contain_ing the hundred
unaccustomed to such sentimental dollars is yours. For this second task I
touches. set you is worth but o�e tenth of the
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first task. Do you understand clearly ?" full ten minutes. · Then h e sighed. · He
Sackler nodded weakly. brought the chair back to its normal
"As I have told yo·u," said Fleming, position and with an abstracted expres
"I am eccentric. I must insist that you sion on his face fumbled in his pockets.
do not bank this money until it has My heart leaped as he produced a little
become yours. It belongs to me until bag of tobacco. I held my breath as he
you have done what I have asked you to fished a cigarette paper out of another
do. You will keep both envelopes in pocket. What he was doing was almost
your desk for three days. Then I will reflex action. He had gone through these
call again. If you have succeeded you same physical actions fifty or more times
keep the money, if not you will return a day for the past twenty years. Now he
both envelopes to me. Is that clearly repeated it completely unaware of what
understood?" he was doing.
Sackler nodded again. But this time He rolled the tobacco in the paper in
he made some protest. his usual clumsy fashion. He thrust the
"But what if I fail? Surely my time is end of the cigarette between his lips. He
worth something." fumbled in his . pockets for a match.
"Your time is worth nothing to me,'' Swiftly I whipped a packet from my
said Fleming curtly. "You will either pocket, struck a light and held it for
accept my terms or hand me back my him. He leaned forward his cigarette
money." toward the flame and I felt the snappy
Even the thought of returning money crumple of a hundred dollar bill in my
caused Sackler to wince. He jerked the wallet.
envelopes out of Fleming's reach and
stashed them away in the desk drawer. UT I had enumerated the chick
"I accept," he said. ens an instant before they were
Fleming nodded and stood up. "Very hatched. Perhaps, h e caught
well, then. I shall call again in three sight of the expression of gloating tri
days to see what you have done." umph on my face. Anyway he uttered
"Wait a minute," said Sackler, picking an exclamation of utter horror, snatched
up a pencil. ."What's your address?" the cigarette from between· his lips and
Fleming said abstractedly: "Twenty flung it on the floor.
four s " Then broke off shortly on the Then he leaned back in the chair
sibilant. "You won't need my address. looking like a man who has just missed
I told you l,d call back in person within being hit with an atomic bomb. I shook
three days." out the match ruefully and returned
He walked slowly to the door and let to my own desk.
himself out into the corridor.
Sackler aimed a trembling forefinger
I eyed Sackler with envy and · distaste.
in my direction. "Rat," he said, "you
I said: "You are one lucky thus and so."
tried to trick me into lighting that ciga
"Lucky? Why?"
rette. You are wilful and wicked. Get out
"Any idiot can find a quotation in the of my sight."
Public Library in twenty minutes and
I stood up and donned my hat. I
you get a hundred bucks for doing it." said, "Do you mean that I have the
"True," said Sackler. "But can any rest of the day off?"
idiot track down Donald Dworkin?
"I do not. Go to the Public Library
That's where the money lies.�'
and check Fleming's quotation. While
He leaned ba·ck in his swivel chair, you're doing that, which should be a
fixed his eyes on a spot on the ceiling simple task for even one of your moder
and gave himself over to deep thought. ate intelligence, I shall check on this
Once I said: "What are you doing? Donald Dworkin. Perhaps by sundown
Looking for Dworkin in a trance ?" we shall be some eleven hundred dollars
He did not answer me. He continued the richer."
his contemplation of the plaster for a The we was rhetorical. Invariably the
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finn was a plural entity until the payoff. "I looked in Bartlett and every other
came, then I was given to understand I book of quotations, every reference book,
was strictly a paid employee who should and I requested and received the aid of
be grateful for my weekly salary with two librarians. We couldn't find it."
out trying to cut in on management's Sackler looked stricken now.
profits. I said: "You've made a grand on the
We'd argued this so often I didn't Dworkin deal. What are you looking so
both·er to bring it up again. I went out miserable about?"
of the office silently hoping that no one "But I lose a hundred dollars," he said
in the Metropolitan area had ever heard hollowly. "On a simple matter like that
of Donald Lionel Dworkin. quotation. A hundred dollars, Joey.
Rather to my surprise I spent the That kind of money doesn't grow on
better part of the day in the 42nd Street trees."
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library. I came out .into the street a·gain "I repeat, ·you've made a thousand.''
at half past four, hopped a bus . and But Rex Sackler .didn't l-ook at it that
went back to the office. He was grinning way. He felt he was out a hundred bucks
behind his desk as I came in. just as surely ·a s if someone had picked
"Joey," he said, "for once I've been his pocket.
lucky." "Well," he said at last, "·we ,ve got a
"For once?" I said bitterly. "You were couple of days. Tomorrow I'll go to the
born with a pair of golden and loaded library myself."
dice in your mouth." I shrugged my shoulders. I was con
He was far too happy to dispute that cerned about a hundred d9llars of my
point. own. I had three months to trick Sackler
"This Dworkin," he said, "I ·got him." into smoking a cigarette and I'd feel
''Do tell," I said sourly. , much easier when it was done.
•'Tpe super of the house at the address ·
"You," I corrected him, "have made "Good," I said � "Now you'll have to
a thousand." give him the hundred bucks back."
He looked at me and faint alarm came He uttered a groan which sounded like
into his eyes. He said slowly and fear the agony of a lost soul. However, it
fully, "You mean " came as sweet melody into my ears.
"I mean that I've been through every Next to making money myself I loved
book in the Library and I could not find to see Sackler lose it.
any record of that corny crack Fleming An instant later the door opened again
asked you to run down." and a heavy footfall soun d ed on the
Sackler groaned and clapped a hand floor. I swung my head around to see
to his head. "You looked in Bartlett?" Inspector Woolley.
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The tall hood said to his partner: "A any good. What their motives were, I
comical guy, Jake. Go get him." did not know.
Jake crossed the room, studied my We'd been mixed up in no cases in
features carefully along the sights of his volving gangsters lately. Obviously it
gun and said : "Get up, mug. We're wasn't a holdup since they had disre
moving." garded my information about the cash
I got up. I am not garrulous when in the desk. And no one in his right
facing a gun. Across the room I saw that senses would kidnap Sackler for ransom
Sackler, too, was standing. He gave me because not all the tortures of Tor·
. a jaundiced eyes and said: "EarD your quemada could wring a single nickel out
keep, Joey. · Take them." of him.
I laughed hollowly to let Jake know I I said to Sackler, "Have you any idea
� took this last crack as a joke. Jake said what this is all aboutP"
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! over his shoulder: "All right, Lou. Let's "A glimmer, Joey. A faint glimmer.
get going." It's not too bad. There may be a dollar
Lou nodded. They herded us together or so in it." .
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r)ust before the office door. There Lou Jake and Lou remained allergic to
. � Jnade a little speech. conversation. In concert they said; "Shut
"We are taking a little trip," he said. up."
f "Now, it might look funny to some dopes We cut right on Fourteenth Street
� if we get on the elevator with these and headed toward the River. We came
rods in our fists." to an eventual halt before a pair of huge
"
"Oh, n.o, I said. "Not in this building. warehouse doors, a stone's throw from
· No one would pay any attention. No Washington Market. Jake, who appar
· one " ently had a high regard for monosyl
"Shut up," said Lou and I was cer- lables, said, "Out."
tain he meant it. We got out. Lou locked the car and
"So," he continued, "we're going to put joined us. We were escorted through a
the hardware in our pockets. But our narrow alley at the side of the building.
hands'll be in our pockets, too. If We were stopped before a narrow door
either of you guys tries to make a break with a bell set in the bricks at its side.
for it, you're dead." Lou press� t;he bell.
We went out into the hall and got into
the elevator. I felt Sackler's eye upon MOMENT later the door
me. I knew he was registering indigna opened. We went into a tiny
tion. I knew he was holding me person foyer at the end of which was a
ally responsible for this kidnapping. I flight of wooden stairs. We mounted on
was his bodyguard and I wasn't guard Jake's orders. At the top, Lou banged
ing his body. I was going to have to against a door panel. A .suave voice said:
fight like hell to avoid a salary cut. "Come in.''
Out in the street Lou and his · little I gasped as the door opened. The
friend herded us into a big sedan parked room which I viewed was vast and lav
at the curb. We were ordered into the ishly furnished. It was not the sort of
rear seat. Lou took his place behind the thing one expected in a war�house hard
wheel and Jake sat alongside of him, by Fourteenth Street. The rug on the
twisting his squat body around SQ that floor felt as if it had been stolen from the
he could keep an eye on us. He took his lobby of Radio City Music Hall. The
thirty-eight from his pocket and bal walls were panelled. The chairs were
anced it suggestively on the back of the chrome and red leather. At the far end
seat. of the room was an oblong mahogany
Lou stepped on the starter and we desk which would have awed anyone
headed downtown. For the first time but a corporation vice-president.
since the hoods had come upon us I got On one side of the room an open door
a chance to think. Not that it did me revealed an elaborate bathroom. Ther�
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was a man in there, bending over a like a. strip teaser's brassiere. "I am
¥reen washbasin. As I moved forward objective enough," be said primly, �'to
1nto the room I recognized the figure and keep my personal feelings out of a busi
notNI what it was doing. ness affair."
The man was Joseph Capelli. And "Good," said Capelli. ''First, oow
he was washing the barrel of an auto- ab.out a smoke?''
matic with soap and water. ·
Capelli's subtle and devious talent� I helped myself to set an example and
should stoop to something as obvious prayed that Sackler would follow suit.
and unnecessary as k-idnapping. If he He �stretched forth his hand, then r�
wanted to see Sackler all he had to do membered. He looked at me. He said
was promise him a dollar bill plus his sweetly: "Cigar.s don't .count, do they�
cab fare. .
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Joey?"
"
Lou . said: "O.K., chief. We g�t 'em." "Try one and see.
Capelli came out of th-e bathroom, his He sighed and withdrew· his hand re·
automatic still in his hand. He tossed luctantly. Ca pelli looked at him oddly
it carelessly on the desk, \vaved cheer and closed the box. He :said, "I want you
ingly to , Sackler and myself and sat to do something simple for me. There's
down. a grand in it."
Capelli was a man of about thirty-five. ·Sackler forgot he had been deprived
His hair was dark and curly., his face was of a free dollar cigar. His eyes glittered
dark, and his eyes black and liquid. He and a beatific expr.ession wreathed his
had be�un life in Little Italy and by dint face. He said curiously: "It you wanted
of a ruthless hand and a quick wit had to offer me a fee w·hy did you bring me ·
eventually established himself as the top here a t gun point ?"
racket boy of the town.
"A fair question," said Capelli. "It
All his life he had cleverly avoided
seemed the best way to do it. First, it
publicity, with the net result that only
would do me no good to be seen in your
the coppers, the police r.ep<? rters and a
.
Sackler"'s indignation fell from him "The moment you have completed the
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into Capelli's eyes. "You mean you don't .. . . . however a familiar, roaring voice
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the room, embracing both Capelli and streets to the upper east side and
Sackler in his gaze, and roared: "You'd stopped before an expen·sive apartment
both better come clean. What 4o you house. Woolley pushed past the d{)or
know about FreuhP I demand to know." man, got into the elevator and said,
Capelli held up a soothing hand. "Nine."
Sackler said : "By what right do you We got out at the ninth floor and fol
demand to know? Are you a grand jury ? lowed Woolley to a door where he rang
Are you even an assistant D .A.? You a bell. A scar-faced individual opened
will either shut up o-r arrest us." the door. Woolley flashed his badge and
"I don't have to consider that choice," said: "Police. Where's Earnshaw?"
shouted Woolley. "Come on, both of "Sick," said Scarface. "In bed. You
you." can't see him."
Capelli stood up. "Take it easy, In '�The hell I can't," said Woolley, and
spector. Mr. Sackler's excited. I'm will pushed past him.
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ing to tell ·you what I know. Freuh had Sackler and I trailed along through a
an appointment with me yesterday. He thickly carpeted hallway and eventual
didn't keep it. I und-erstand you have ly found· ourselves in a lushly furnished
his appointment book. Well, he saw bedroom.
Sackler here, and he went to Earnshaw's In the centre of a huge bed was Eam
right after the pinch. But he didn't get shaw. His head was bald and because
here." of the bandages wrapped around his
Woolley regarded him with distaste. face was, at the moment, the most prom
"You seem to know a hell of a lot about inent part of him.
it. Have you a pipeline into head- Woolley stood at the foot of the bed
quarters?" _
and watched a white clad nurse take a
"As a matter of fact," said Capelli, "I thermometer from E a r n s h a w ' s lips.
have. He left Sackler's and was picked Woolley put his hands on hips and said:
up by the Treasury men, searched and "What's the matter with your"
released. Then he went to Earnshaw's. A mumble from the bandages. The
He never got here." three of us cocked our ears toward the
Woolley scratched his head. He bed. I made out the words, "Met with
seemed to resent Capelli's information, an accident."
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and he didn't appear to have enough of Woolley snorted. "You mean some ·
But the bandages weren't talking. At I shrugged. I saidJ "All right," and
last Woolley walked out of the room in picked up my hat. I had arrived at the
utter disgust. Sackler and I followed doorway when he said, "And, oh, Joey?''
behind. I stopped and turned around. "What?"
"About that idiotic bet. I was think
HOPE," said vv·oolley when we got ing "
down into the street, "that you "Think all you like. Don't smoke.''
found out what you wanted to I slammed the door on his curse and
know. I didn't find out anything.P went out into the sunlight whistling. I
"I think I did," said Sackler, "How went to two movies and a hockey game.
ever, it may take me a couple of days I hit the office some twenty minutes
to clean it up for you." late the next morning. Sackler had not
"You m i s e r a b I e punk," exploded arrived yet. I let myself in, sat at my
Woolley, "it'd take you more than a desk and ran through the morning paper.
couple of days to even find out what it I had half finished the sports page when
was all about. It's a police secret shared Sackler strolled in.
only between us and Washington." He carried an oblong package u nder
"And me," said Sackler, heading to his arm. There was a carefree smile o n
ward the subway station. his lips and a lilt in his tone as he said:
I lit a cigarette and caught up with "Good morning, Joey."
him. Deliberately I blew smoke in his I returned the greeting as he stowed
face. He sniffed nervously. His nostrils his parcel away in a desk drawer, then
twitched. I did a fast inward gloat. One locked it. He sat down, drew a heavy
day wasn't up yet and he craved to sigh and looked at me speculatively.
bacco. I said: "You seem happy. I take it
He said: "Joey, maybe we've been a you have been on a successful pursuit of
couple of fools." some unlucky dollar."
"How come?" He shook his head. "No, Joey. I have
"That silly bet. . Neither of us can been thinking of our personal relations."
afford that kind of money. We were "Interesting. Now, I have an uncle
foolish. Perhaps we should cancel it .. over in Jersey who "
You can't afford to lose a hundred dol "Idiot. I mean the relations which
lars." exist between us. We bicker too much,
"I'm not going to. You're choking Joey."
now. You'll never hold out." I became 'vary. "Do we ?"
He grunted, but discussed the matter "Indeed. And mostly about money,
n<> further. which is deplorable."
He spent the next tV\renty-four hours - I said incredulously: "You're not go
at his desk apparently engrossed in deep ing to rai�e my salary?"
thought. I smoked all day a.nd blew the "No. But I want this bickering
aroma toward him. He t\vitched a little stopped . Hereafter we will not b�t with
but never broke down. each other any more. I think that is
On the following day, he greeted me the trouble."
with a captivating smile. "Joey," he "That's better than okay with me. I
said, "I have a few chores to do today . always lose any,vay ."
Your help won't be necessary. So . what "Good. And in order that we get
do you think I'm going to do?" along better I also think that we should
"I haven't any idea. What?" cancel all bets which are still in existence
"I'm going to give you the whole day between us." '
off. With pay. You are free to do I am not the brightest boy in all the
whatever you like." world but I didn't need a sledge hammer
I eyed him suspiciously. "You are a to pound the point of this conversation
Greek bearing a gift. What's the catch ?" into my skull. I laughed out loud.
"No catch. Enjoy yourself." I said: "So you're cooking for a
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smoke, is that itr So you want to call out of my sight. Traitnr, betrayer, go
off the bet in order that you may have aw-ay. I cannot stand your presence."
a cigarette ? Oh, no, brother. This is Nothing at all loath, I grabbed my
one bet I'm going to win. ·B esides, what's hat and went to the door. When I was
become of the steel Sackler will power on the threshold he spoke again.
you spoke to me of only a few days "While you're ou�t call Capelli. Tell
ago?" He scowled at me. I lit a · ciga him to be here at one o'clock sharp.
rette and blew the smoke ostentatiously Then call Woolley. Tell him to arrive at
in his direction. His scowl became exactly one fifteen and to bring Earn
deeper. shaw with him. Tell them all I have
"You are a money-grubbing little rat," important news for them."
he said bitterly. "No honor, no decency, I nodded and went out. I stopped in
no generosity." the saloon downstairs and had a couple
I grinned and decided to rub it in. of quick ones. This was one time I was
"Since you feel you are possessed of all going to show no mercy. When Sackler
those three traits, may I call your at took his first smoke and I was sure he
tention to the fact that you must return couldn't hold out much longer I was
Freuh's hundred dollar bill to his estate going to collect a hundred bucks. More
over, I was going to see he returned the
.
You certainly can't lay claim to it. You hundred · of Freuh's to which he wasn't
entitled.
failed to find that quotation in the
requisite time. You must return that I phoned Capelli, gave him Sackler's
money." message, then decided to go down and
deliver Woolley's me�age personally.
He looked at me sourly.
That would give me the chance to inform
"Yes, sir," I went on. "I know what's him that Sackler was holding Freuh's
in the back of your conniving brain. You dough.
think you can start smoking again and I grabbed a bus and went down to
pay me off with that dough which be police headquarters.
longs to Freuh. That let's you out for Woolley greeted me glumly. Appar
nothing. Well, you're always getting out ently he hadn't made much headway
for nothing. This time it's going to cost in the matter of Arthur Freuh's murder.
you a hundred bucks. If you're dying He brightened up considerably when I
for a butt now, think how you'll feel in gave him S�ckler's message.
a month." ''Has he really got something?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "He Iiasn't
OR one of the few times in my life confided in me. He has, however, got
I had him against the wall. The something to which he isn't entitled."
happy mien that he had worn a Woolley looked inquiring.
few moments back had disappeared en I took a deep breath and told him of
tirely. There was a little panic in his Freuh's concern with the quotation, of
voice as he said : "And what do you the fee which was to be held in escrow
intend to do if I keep this money. of as it were, and of the fact of Sackler's
Freuh's?" not earning It.
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"Squeal.''
"Therefore," I concluded righteously,
''To whom?"
"I believe that hundred donars should
"To Woolley, of course. He hates the
go · to Freuh's heirs, not Backler."
idea of you making money almost as
Woolley's eyes were gleaming. "You
much as I do. All I have to do is tell him
you've got a hundred you're not entitled say it was a hundred dollar bill?"
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to and he'll grab it. If Freuh has no kin, He emphasized the last three words.
it'll probably go in Dewey's treasury." "It was a hundred dollar bill, all
He closed his eyes as if my perfidy
· right."
were more than he could bear. He said "But I thought Rex said he banked
in a weak · voice: "Go away, Joey. Go the money Freuh gave him?"
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"He may have banked the thousand. inside. I peered, too. I made out that.
But I know the hundred is in an envelope the article wrapped up seemed to be an
in his pocket right now." oblong of metal. But I didn't see enough
Woolley bent his head devoutly and of it to know what it was.
murmured: "Praise be to Heaven." Capelli sighed happily and beamed at
I stared at him in some surprise. Sackler. "You're a genius," he said. "And
Woolley was not a devout man. you've earned two grand."
''Why the piety?" He took a checkbook from his pocket
"At last," said Woolley happily, "Mr. and wrote rapidly. He handed the check
Rex Sackler is delivered into my hands. to Sackler, who took it, caressed . it, and
But don't tell him. First I want to know stowed it away in his one-way wallet.
what he•s got on this case. After I have Capelli said: "Do you mind telling
learned that I shall pounce. The indig me how you did it?"
nities of years shall be avenged. Joey, "Elementary," said Sackler. "I just
I love you. If you ever need a drink looked around the room until I found it."
badly, come to ine and I shall buy it for "That I can understand," said Capelli.
you. Now, go away and leave me alone "But how did you find the address?"
while I gloat." "Oh, that," said Sackler · in his best
I had not the· faintest idea what he deprecatory manner. "That was simple.
was talking about. I left his office and Knowing what I did, Joey could have
stopped off for another drink. I felt done it. As a matter of fact, Joey had
pretty good myself. Though Woolley's the same information that I had. And
attitude had bafBed me somewhat I was I'm sure he knows how I did it. Joey."
c�rtain that he wasn't going to let Sack He waved in my direction. I had not
ler keep that hundred bucks. the slightest idea how he had found
Freuh's address, nor the faintest con
CHAPTER FOUR ��ption of how he had gone about getting
I
it. He knew this very well. All this act
A False Note was calculated to prove me a fool and
Sackler a genius. I was very happy I
HAD a leisurely lunch and killed · had sold him down the river to Woolley.
time until almost one o'clock. Then
"Go ahead, big shot," I said. "Tell the
I took the subway and went back
class how you did it."
to the office. I had barely removed my
hat when Capelli walked in the door. "The day Freuh called here," said
Sackler greeted him effusively. Sackler , "he said two things. First, that
Capelli nodded, said anxiously: "Did he had come downtown on the west side
you find out where Freuh lived ?" subway. Second, he started to give us his
"Simplicity itself," said Sackler. address, then thought better of it. But
"Good. Did you bring me his things?" before that second thought came to him,
Sackler shook his head. "I saw no sense he said. 'Twenty-four,' then stopped.
in packing up his personal effects. I only Do you see, Joey ?"
brought what you wanted." I saw nothing and said so.
Capelli blinked. "How did you know Sackler went on. "Moreover, when
what I wanted?" . Freuh said 'twenty-four' he began to
_ Sackler looked smug and tapped the mention another number. Thus the num
side of his head in a manner calculated ber was not merely twenty-four. Now
to call attention to the great Sackler could it have been two-hundred-and-for
brain. Then he opened the desk drawer ty-something ? If so, he would have said
and withdrew the oblong package I had 'two-forty' and not 'twenty-four'. There
seen him bring in that morning. fore, the number he almost mentioned
Capelli snatched at it like a hawk at was twenty-four hundred or twenty-four
a chicken. He did not open it in the hundred and something. And he came
orthodox manner. Instead he tore away down on the west side subway.
a fragment of the paper and peered "Now, assuming he lived i n Manhat·
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tan which is better tha. n an even money "The hundred Freuh gave you on con
guess, there isn't a cross street on the dition you tracked down the author of
island whose numbers run as high as that quotation."
twenty-four hundred. That leaves only "What gives you the impression I
the avenues. Now, what avenue has won't keep it, Joey?"
numbers that high which is contiguous "Because I told Woolley you had it
to the west side subway ? Obviously, and he's going to take it from you."
Broadway. Moreover, Broadway that He looked at me in sneer horror. When .
far uptown contains a number of cheap he found his voice he said in shaken
rooming houses, and Freuh, if I had accents: "You really did that? You
figured him correctly, lived in a rooming really betrayed me, your employer and
house." friend, to a professional copper?"
By this time I saw it. "So you went "I really did."
to all the twenty-four hundreds on He murmured, "My God," three times
Broadway and asked for a roomer who dramatically. His face was white and I
hadn't been home for a couple of nights?" had never seen him so shaken. But then
''Right. And by means of some little I had never seen him lose a hundred
judicious lying I obtained access to his dollars before either.
room and procured the item Mr. Capelli His hand reached out toward Capelli's
considered worth two thousand dollars." cigarette case. I held my breath. He
was so upset about the money it seemed
APELLI looked impressed. He he had completely forgotten about not
took a silver cigarette case from smoking. His fingers took a cigarette
his pocket and Jteld it . out to from the case and he took a match from
Sackler. Sackler's free wheeling hand his pocket.
moved automatically. Then he checked I felt like a man whose horse is run
it and looked with sad inquiry at me. ning eight len!"{ths ahead · of the field in
I shook m head emphatically. Sackler the stretch . He struck . the match . My
sighed an refused the free smoke. I heart pounded wildly. He touched it to
took one and Capelli put the case down the tobacco. He . inhaled. He took the
on the edge of the desk. cigarette from h is mouth and blew out
"Well.." said Capelli, "I guess that just the smoke as I bounded up from my
about "rinds up our business. I guess chair.
I'll run along." I thrust my upturned palm under his
"Wait,'' said Sackler. "Wait a minute face and yelled : "Pay up! You lose.
or two. I want you to meet a couple of You're smoking!"
friends of mine. They'lL be here shortly." He froze to horrified immobility. He
Capelli looked mildly suspicious but jammed the cigarette out in the glass
he nodded his head. "All right. In the tray at his elbow. He blinked slowly
meantime is there a men'·s roo1n on this and adopted a whining tone.
floor?" "Now, Joey, you're certainly not going
I gave him the necessary directions. to count that. It was an accident. I was
He went out of the room leaving the engrossed in more important thought.
torn brown package and his cigarette Besides, I only took one puff."
case on Sackler's desk. I kept my pa.lm under his nose. "I am
I glanced at s�tckler. Despite the fact adamant."
that his nicotine-conditioned body . was "But Joey "
crying for tobacco he looked happy. "I am the Rock of Ages "
That caused me no wonder. Ile'd picked "One lousy puff and "
ttp a cold three grand in the last few "I have the heart of a loan shark at
days. the moment. I am as hard as a diamond.
"Well," I said aloud, "you won't get As ruthless as a flood. Give me a hun
that hundred." dred bucks."
"What hundred, Joey?'' : He cursed heartily. He said, "·Natural-
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ly, I haven't got the cash with me. I " and he went off into an inarticulate
"Don't stall. You've still got that gurgle.
envelope that Freuh gave you." Woolley ripped open the package and
. "But you yourself have said that that took out two pieces of metal. He held
isn't mine." them up to the light. "That's it," he
"It isn't. But money's negotiable. You said. "Where did you get them?"
can give me that and give Woolley "In Freuh's room."
another hundred from the bank." "How did you find his room r"
He sighed like a heartbroken steam "I have methods ," said Sackler, "far
engine, thrust his hand in his pocket and too subtle for the poliee department." 1
took out the envelope Freuh had given "Huh," sneered Woolley uncomfort
him. He tore it open and withdrew a ab . "And I suppose you know who
crisp hundred dollar bill. He said : "Put kil ed Freuh ?"
it in your pock�t and may it pay for "Naturally. Earnshaw."
your not too distant funeral." Woolley blinked. Things were going a
I took it, sunk it deeply in my pocket little fast for him. They were for me,
and went back to my desk with a sing too. I hadn't the slightest idea what it
ing heart. was all about.
"And," said Woolley heavily, "since
N INSTANT later Capelli re you are obviously omniscient, I suppose
turned from the washroom and you also know who beat up Earnshaw?"
an instant · after that Woolley ''It is ·too, too apparent," said Sackler.
walked in the door escorting a well band- "It was Capelli.'� .
aged Earnshaw. . By n<>w Woolley, Earnshaw and
Capelli glanced at our visitors sus Capelli were all staring at him and there
piciously. I observed that Sackler looked was not an iota of friendliness in any eye.
happy again and wondered at his quick Earnshaw and Capelli were frankly �ngry
recovery. Earnshaw sat heavily down in and somewhat afraid. Woolley was an
a chair, glared at Capelli, and said, "I'm noyed.
a sick man. What's the idea of dragging "I am not a genius,'' b egan Woolley.
me out of my bed?'' "Consider that statement seconded.,"
"You 'll be ·sicker," said Sackler. "Sit interruptel Sackler.
down, Woolley." "No," said Woolley, "I am not a gen
Woolley did so, on the edge of the ius. I do not know how - y()U found the
,
desk. Ile said: "What s �oing on ? What plates. How you found Freuh 's room,
do you want to tell me?" how you know Earnshaw killed Freuh,
"An attitude of more gratitude would or that Capelli beat Earnshaw up. I do
be in order," said Sackler smugly; "Once not even know how you knew what
again I have been doing your work for Freuh's racket was, or anything else.
you. How far have you moved on the The matter was a police secret."
Freuh matter?"
" I shall explain it," said Sackler, ''in
I translated Woolley's grunt as mean monosyllabic words."
ing he hadn't moved at all. "Do so," said Woolley. He turned and
"Well," said Sackler. "I have all the gave me a heavy wink. "Then I shall ex
answers for you. I also have the plates."· plain something to. you.."
Woolley started. "The plates ? Where "Very well. You, Woolley, came i n
are they ?" here interested in Freuh . You also im
At the moment the oblong package plied that the Treasury men were inte�
was lying on the desk, and Capelli's arm ested in him. Those two facts argue
was lying on the package. Sackler in certain conclusions. First, that Freuh
dicated it. Woolley grabbed the parcel. was not l\.n honest citizen. If he was a
Capelli glared at Sackler and said: "You crook why are the Treasury men inter
punk. You double-crosser. You " His ested ? What sort of crooks call for their
vocabulary seemed strained at that point officers? CounterfeiteM, obviously."
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"Next, Freuh had appointments with "You big dumb goat," said Sackler.
Earnshaw and Capelli. They are known "Of course, you have evidence. All sorts
racket boys. Obviously, he was trying to of evidence and all around you. Can't
- ··
''So, as per contract, I deliver the kill you last time because he thought
plates to Capelli and collect an honest you might know where the plates were.
fee." Now, it doesn't matter. He'll kill you
"You didn't," yelled Capelli, "That for killing Freuh. At least, in a court
copper's got them. He took them from room, you can plead self-defense or
me. He " whatever your lawyer suggests. You've
"That doesn't concern me," said Sack got a fighting chance. You haven't
ler. "I delivered them to you." against Capelli's guns. Capelli will kill
"All ri!!ht," said Woolley. "Tell me you. The law might give you as little as
all about Earnshaw killing Freuh." ten years. It's pure percentage."
"It's easy. Freuh's original deal was
with Capelli. But Earnshaw heard of it ARNSHAW thought it over for
and wanted to cut himself in . Somehow a long silent two minutes. Then
he got Freuh to see him. Freuh called on he nodded. "All right," he said.
Earnshaw after he called on me and "Your \vay is safer. But, by God, I want
before he called on Capelli. But for Capelli held for assault on me."
some reason or other he wouldn't do "You see," said Sackler to Woolley,
business with Earnshaw. He was stick "you have a confession and an assault
ing to Capelli. Earnshaw only cared charge. And that cleans up everything
about the plates which apparently Freuh for you."
had made with considerable skill. He "Thanks," said Woolley without grati
tried to get the plates by force. He tried tude. He grinned broadly and added,
to beat the information out of Freuh. "I'll just take the three of you in."
But Freuh wouldn't talk and the beating_ "The three of us?" said Sackler.
,
became, inadvertently or- not; a murder. . "My very words."
"And Capelli beat Earnshaw up for "On what charges ?''
that P" I said. "Earnshaw for murder, Capelli for as
sault, and you for being in possession of
''Of course he beat him. Because he
counterfeit money."
thought that Earnshaw's beating had
been successful and that Earnshaw knew A warning bell hammered in my skull
where the plates were. Had it not been but I wasn't quite sure exactly what it
lor that he would have killed Earnshaw meant . .
at once. Then Capelli dragged me down "Me?" said Sackler. "Counterfeit
to his place, believing that Freuh had money?"
given me his address when he was here. "Yes. You have an envelope in your
He found out he hadn't and told me to pocket containing a hundred dollar bill
go and find it any way." Sackler bowed which is counterfeit."
modestly and added, "I did." "Me?" said Sackler again. I felt my
Woolley nodded. ''It makes sense. But stomach go suddenly empty. "I'm afraid
you don't have any evidence, do you ? I you're mistaken," wenti on Sackler.
mean the sort of stuff we . can take to a "Whatever gave you that impression?"
courtroom." He glanced over at me and smiled. "Ah,
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I get it. Joey told you that. Joey is "But he gave you a grand besides P" I
always kidding the department, Inspec inquired.
tor. I've often spoken to him about it. "That was to shut me up and lull my
I haven't a hundred dollar bill in my suspicions. He gave me a legitimate
possession. I'll even waive my civil rights thousand bucks to find out a simple
and permit you to search me." thing the whereabouts of Dworkin,
"I'll take you up on that," snapped which Freuh knew himself all the time.
Woolley, advancing upon him. Then he offered me a hundred to do ·
By this time I'd figured it out. I had something utterly impossible, knowing
the phony bill. And if I opened my I'd have to return his hundred when I
mouth and said Sackler had given it to couldn't do it."
me I'd be the guy in illegal possession "You mean there is no such quota
of a counterfeit note. tion?''
Woolley finished his examination of "Of course not. Freuh made it up.
Sackler's pockets and scowled in my di · He's not a literary man, and the quota
rection. Sackler said, "If you're thinking tion stinks� He planted the hundred on
Freuh gave me a hundred dollars, you're me. Then he went down, threw himself
wrong. He gave me two five hundreds into the T man's arms, got pinched and
which I've banked. The bank would searched. He was clean. He would have
have spotted it if they were bad. Be come back the next day and got his
sides, those plates are for -hundreds. No, hundred." ·
Joey was just kidding you, Woolley. "And lost his grand ?"
Weren't you, Joey?" "What of it? Those plates were
· He took a deep drag on a cigarette magnificent. He and Capelli would ha'\te
and watched me speculatively, like a made a fortune with them. I always
scientist watching a guinea pig. Woolley thought that hundred dollar bill was
was staring black murder at me. I took phony. After I examined the plates and
a deep breath and did the only thing I saw they were devised to make bills of
possibly could. that denomination, I knew it was."
I said : "I was only kidding, Inspec "So you planted it on me?"
tor," then I laughed the hollowest laugh "Sure. After you told Woolley I had
this side of Woodlawn Cemetery. it. It enabled me to call off our bet, let
Woolley took a deep breath. He cursed me smoke again and for free. It also got
me by hell and book. He fumed, raved a dangerous piece of money out of my
and shouted. I stood with my head possession. I knew Woolley would pin
bowed and took every word of it. At the rap on me when he thought I had
last he grabbed his two glaring pris it in my pocket."
oners and took them from the room, "Well," I said bitterly, "you haven't
leaving me alone with Sackler and my done badly at all. You've colleeted three
sorrow. grand and done nothing. One of your
·
He said, rubbing it in : "One certainly clients is in the can and the other in the
enjoys a smoke after a layoff, Joey. You next world. And you're smoking again
really should quit smoking · yourself without losing your bet."
sometime." He registered a tomplacency only
I said: "You rat, how did you know? equalled in the British Colonial office.
How did you do it?" "No , I didn't do so · badly, Joey�" He
He threw me his most perfect superior fumbled in his pocket and produced . his
smile. little bag of tobacco. He looked at me
"It was obvious, really from the day for a thoughtful moment, then. for· the
Freuh was in here. There was a T man first time in his life made what to him
on his tail. He knew he'd be picked up was a sup�eme and generous gesture. He
and searched at any moment. He wanted h�ld the bag out to me.
to get rid of his sample phony bill for a "Here,4oey," he said. "Try one of
day or two, so he gave it to me." mine."
•
As l wem sprawliDg Ia
the darluJess. S q u i 11 t
Eyes warn e d : �'Any
Doise tmd we shoot...
•
•
as I
thought holdup victims were
supposed to do. Broken Nose slapped
my face. "Damn it, do you want every
body on the street to see you?"
They marched me back to the stock
KNEW that something was wro-ng room. Broken Nose opened it with a
the second I walked into the junky mocking imitation of the doorman's bow.
little drugstore. There wasn't any Squint Eyes booted me toward Broken
one behind the counter and the three Nose. He steadied me, then helped me
young men in the place were too alert over the threshold with a short right to
to be loafing. the jaw. As I landed sprawling in the
"I want some tobacco," I announced. darkness, Squint Eyes warned : "Any
"Anyone here to sell it?" noise and we shoot." I could hear them
The mean-faced, squint-eyed youth at moving a display case against the door.
my right side said mirthlessly: "Right It hadn't been necessary for Squint
now we're running this place." The Eyes to kick me. Broken Nose's blow
broken-nosed but amiable-looking one at
my left laughed. So did their partner, a
handsome lad, dressed in a zoot suit. The little d r u g g i s t j u s t
What might have been the end of a couldn't aHord another hold
broom handle was jabbed into my right
up. The burglaries didn't
kidney. I knew it was a gun. Squint
Eyes said: "Just keep quiet and do bother him it was what hap
what you're told and you won't get in pened when h e reported them.
no trouble." I started to raise my hands to the law that got h im down f
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,
peeked through the door crack. I meant those guys are always after then I'd
to tag those guys and good. have the federals dovrn on my neck as
Suddenly I became conscious. of a well as. the local cops.'�
breathing that was not my own. "Who He stood staring at me with a hopeful
is it?" I whispered. but apprehensive twinkle, as if he re
''I'm the owner. Are they still there ?" garded the situation as completely ex
I looked. Zoot Suit was standing guard plained, but was afraid that probably I
'
at the door. His· partners were dumping would not.
drawers behind the counter. The cash "We'll start with the local boys," I
register was open. Squint Eyes and said, and I headed for the phone booth
Broken Nose held a quiek conference, in the corner.
then walked out of the store followed by Now the druggist was really fright
Zoot Suit. ened. "Mister," he said, "you aren't go
"They're gone." ing to call the station('�
We were out of the stockroom, blink "I sure as hell am."
ing in the light. "But they didn't take any of your
"I hope they didn't get my stuff,�' the money?"
owner said. His head was bald, except "No, but they didn9t have to push me
for a gray fringe above the ears; his around like that. I can identify those
face might have been chubby and lads and believe me, if I get the chance,
innocent, like a child's, if it hadn't been I�m going to." I moved toward the
for cheeks and jaw that sagged with an phone again. The little druggist made
expression at once tired and quizzical, his first show of energy� He moved
and to that extent adult. · quickly over to intercept me, with a
"What stuff?" I asked. Details of the kind of scuttle like a pet rabbit, and
holdup wo�ld be important when we laid a hand as soft a:s a pink muffin on
were ready to give our information to my arm.
the police. "Please, mister do me a favor. Don't
call the police."
HE druggist looked at me sadly I brushed his hand away. "What's the
without hurry. "Funny how little matt--er with you? Y-au must be doing
the public knows about the drug something illegal to be afraid to eall the
store business," he said. His blue eyes COp_S." II
peered across the gold rims of his glasses "Illegal, mister? Me?" He was
with humorous resignation. "Now you pathetic in his pretense. of injured ·
take ho'v many people come in here for dignity, and at the same time his little
a paper or a box of tissues or a soda blue eyes were · looking me over with a
public's in my store all day and half calculating persistence; I could see his
the night but what do they know brain trying to figure out what line to
about the business?" take with me.
"We're ignorant, all right," I said. "Mister, I just can't aBord to call the
"Now let's get going here an9 call the cops again. I do1t''t just mean dollars
cops." and-cents afford. I mean what they do
The druggist turned his back and to a· fellow when they get here. I ain't
rummaged in a .secret corner. got much help these days, and the
''They didn't get it!" he said. ''They drugstoTe is all I've got to live on." ·
the police the first two times and I'm up a box of penny pencils. I nodded to
telling you, mister, I couldn't take it a him to go on.
third time." ''They told me to close the store. I
I shook my head. "I don't get it." had to go downtown with them to head
The owner was picking up his quarters. They kept me there all after
merchandise. "I've got to clea.n up here noon looking at pictures of guys who do
before some policeman walks in." holdups. Front views and side views,
I rubbed my aching jaw. "I hope one hundreds of them and lots of nice-look
does. It'll save me the trouble of calling ing fellows, too, like you see in re
the cops.'' spectable places. I can't identify any
"If you'll just listen,'' the druggist body and so at last they let me go
said, his chubby face frowning and home."
worried looking. "It ain't just the I picked up a sign. It read "Three for
money. That fellow that held me up the a cent." I asked: "Where does this go?"
first time all he got was nineteen He pointed to a box of hard candies.
dollars. I never kee more than thirty "Look," I said, "everybody that's
forty dollars in the ill." held up has to do that."
"Just enough to -- keep a holdup guy The druggist dropped his hands help
in spending money on his way to the lessly. "But that's not all, mister. I had
next drugstore, huh?" to go back in the morning to look at
"Aw, mister . . . don't be like that, some suspects in the lineup. I told
please. You've got to understand what Burke I couldn't be bothered. I had my
the police do to you when you report a busines·s to look after. You think Burke
robbery." cares ? He doesn't give a hoot! I was
·
"They do what they're hired to do. there in the morning. Mister, that goes
They look for the guys." on for two months. Every time· they
The druggist shook his bald head. arrested somebody I had to shut up my
"That first time, the plainclothesmen store and go down to headquarters to
from the holdup squad downtown came look at him and see if he was the fellow
to my store. One was a big man, named that held me up. It hurt my business
Bur�e. He wanted to know if I had plenty. After the first two months
insurance. Sure, I had insurance. So Burke let up but I still got phone calls
Burke accused me of pretending to be or he would drop around to show me
held up so that I could collect on the photos of suspects. After six months
insurance." they let it drop."
My face must have reflected my
•
''Honest, mister. Burke and the fellow up. It was all penny, nickel
with him kept at me for half an hour. I and dime stuff junk that kids
nearly went crazy. Then they decided: buy. The druggist was sweating. As he
All right, I had been held up. They put a striped-blue sleeve to his fore
wanted a description. I couldn't give head, I asked: "What about the second
them one." holdup?"
"You got a look at the guy, didn't "All the fellow got was ten dollars. 1
you?"
·
scription. So I made one up and it ''That was how I figured it out. This
satisfied Burke.".
time Burke wanted to know again if I
I began helping th� druggist to pick had insurance. No, sir, not me. I had no
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insurance. Burke said, what's the matter P The druggist shook his head.
I had insurance the last time did the "Does it look like the guy who was
company refuse me because I put on in here a year ago?"
phony holdups ?" The druggist put his The druggist looked anxiously. "Some,
head between his hands and rocked "it but that fellow had a mustache a little,
back and forth. "I tell you, mister, I hair-line one.''
just about went crazy. They started me Burke jammed the cigar in his mouth.
on the same old business again go Taking �ut a pencil, he quickly sketched
down to headquarters, look at lineups, a mustache on the photo. "Is that him ?�'
look at pictures·! Sometimes I got so The druggist studied the altererd
desperate I almost told Burke 'That's picture. "No." "Sure?" "Yes."
the one!' just to get rid of him. Some Impatiently, Burke put the photo
times I think that's what Burke wants graph away. "You better show down
me to do so he can wipe it off the slate." town at ten in the morning. We got
A little girl walked in, traded the coin some suspects for you to look at."
in her dirty hand for candy, and walked The druggist nodded wearily. Burke
out. I was still sore at the two thugs stood there for a second, eyeing me,
who had kicked me around. Now I was "What happened to you ?" he asked,
sore for letting myself be sorry for the indicating my jaw with his cigar. I
druggist and at the druggist for mak rubbed the sore spot and a speck of
ing me sorry for him. dried blood came off on my hand. I
"It still doesn't make sense to me not didn't say anything and Burke, growling,
to call the cops when· there's a holdup,"' asked the question again. He had a low
I s·aid. boiling point. Well, so did I. I started a
The druggist's eyes were pleading. smart answer, but the druggist's eyes
"Mister, you've got to see it my way. stopped me.
I don't mind losing the money. Those "I was in an argument," I said.
three they got fourteen dollars.. That "Looks like you liJst it," Burke
hurts, sure. But it hurts more if I have snorted.
to keep closing my shop. My · children I glanced at the druggist. "Yeah, I
are small and my wife can't run the guess I did."
place. Burke has almost let up on me Burke stood in the doorway. To the
about the second holdup. But if he drug!!'gist, he said: "You he there at ten
knows three fellows not just one held A.M." To me, he said : "Better be care
me up, he'd hound me until he made me ful about getting into ar�uments." He
identify somebody, right or wrong." left. The druggist was relieved but I
A shadow fell across the counter, cast was burning.
by a huge man who had cop written all "Look." I said, " I came in here for
over him. He was tall but his breadth of some tobacco."
shoulder, waist and hips, made him look . "Yes, sir," he said, smiling. It's on
squat. A gray snap-brim hat sat squarely the house."
on his big, square head. His frosty gray I slapped my money on the counter.
eyes rested briefly on me, then on the "The hell it is. Who do you think I am
druge:ist. -Burke ?"
Listlessly, the druggist said: "Hello, "Oh, no, I . . ."
Mr. Burke." I pushed the tobacco in my · pocket
Burke pointed to a cigar box and and walked out. The druggist knew
helped himself to three. btit made no damn well I wasn't Burke, And h e also
effort to pay for them. He clipped one, knew damn well that the photograph
put the cigar to his mouth, lighted it Burke showed him wasn't or any guy
and puffed . Suddenly he pulled a photo who had been in there a year ago or
from his pocket and shoved it in front five months ago. It was· a perfect like
of the druggist's face. "This look like· the ness of a guy who ha.n been there ten
mug who held you up five months ago ?" minutes ago Broken Nose.
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HE man with the triangular handkerchief mask over his face had entered
Jeanie Henderson's apartment via the window . . . . Now as his fingers closed
about her throat she thought, This ia one of thoae thing1 yoo read about
PRETTY BRUNETTE FOUND STRANGLED-and it'• happeni,ng right now
-to yO'U/ She knew she was on the thin edge of time, for Jonesy lying in a drink
sodden stupor on the couch was helpless to interfere. All she could do was
pray and then, a second later, she realized even that had failed her. As the light
dimmed and she knew she was dying, Jeanie saw her ·murderer clutching the
bloody ice pick in his hand cross the room and close Jonesy's limp fist around
the weapon of her death . • "Get up Jonesy! Get the hell out of here! If they find
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you here like this you'll be elected. You'll be it " But Jonesy was dead to the
. . .
worla and Jeanie was just plain dead and the masked killer . . . But you'll leam
what happened to him after the cops shot Jonesy down, in as exciting a novelette
as we've read in many a murder moon.
you to the gambling partnership of Malott. and McCool a couple of guys who'd
rather die than be laughed at and almost do . . . . Plus stories by TOM VIN,
BURT SIMS, JOHN D. MacDONALD and others. ·
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You are defense counsel for Phineas You are the D.A. trying Hector C.
Jones, charged· with murdering his arch Morton for the embezzlement of $10,-
enemy, Wykliff Timmons. The D.A. 000.00 entrusted to him as escrow agent
has rested his case after introducing the i n a business deal. The m&ney was on
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testimony of ten eye-witnesses who were deposit in a special account in your
present when your client shot Timmons county. Hector traveled to the adjacent
in the back with his rifle. Whereupon county, wrote a check on the full amount
you call your first witness, the county and departed in a generally southern
surveyor, who states: "I have surveyed direction. He was intercepted at the
the place where the shooting took place, Mexican border and · brought back to
and I have found that though Jones was your county under escort. You have in
in this here county when he fired his troduced evidence to prove all the facts
rifle, Timmons, his victim, was standin' above stated. But the defense counsel
over the line in the adjacent county rises and asks that the court direct a
when the bullet killed him dead!" verdict of acquittal for the reason that
The D.A. can offer no evidence to Hector was not in your county when
dispute this statement. You request the he committed the criminal act of em
judge to instruct the jury that if they bezzlement, but in the adjacent caunty.
find from the evidence that Timmons That's where the wrote his check, and
was outside the county when he was that's where the crime was committed.
killed, then your client t:nnst go free, for You object to such a directed verdict.
this county court lacks the venue neces• What will the judge do? Will h e decide
sary to try him for his crime. Will the that his . court has not proper venue, or·
judge grant such a request? will h e refuse to direct a verdictP
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You are defense counsel for a wealthy You are the D .A. trying a con man
operator of one-armed bandits. He is for obtaining money under false pre
on trial in Yokem County for bribing tenses while traveling through your coun
the sheriff thereof. The sheriff has turned ty on a train. You've presented your
state's evidence and admitted the whole case and got him dead to rights when
transaction, and it looks bad for your the defense counsel calls the conductor
client. Then you rise and move the of the train as a witness. He asks:
court: "Do you know what county your train
"Your Honor, I move that the case was in at the time of the transaction be
against my client be dismissed. By the tween the defendant and the man he is
sheriff's own statement, he offered his alleged to have swindled?"
"I do."
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him he had to think it over, as he had "What county was your train in at
three other offers from slot machine such time?"
operators. Later, when he got back "Just over the line in Yokem County.
home he phoned the defendant that he It didn't happen in this county at all!"
would accept his proposition. So the Wh e r e u p o n the defense counsel
crime could not have been committed shouts:
in Yokem County. It was committed, "Your Honor, I move this case be dis
if at all, in Bimbo County, where the missed! The conductor has just estab
offer was made, not in Yokem County, lished the fact that this court has no
where it was accepted." jurisdiction for want of venue!"
Will the judge grant your motion and You, the D .A., protest, and after argu
dismiss the case against your client ? ment the judge calls a recess and retires
to his chambers to bone up o:n the law.
4 When His Honor comes out again, will
he dismiss the case or permit it to con-
You are the prosecuting attorney try tinue?
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Jones constructed the phony camera and several of the jurors and ask them why
tricked Mamie into using it, the defense they turned the dirty murderer loose.
counsel includes in his statement the They tell you that they all agreed that
following : Joe admits all facts stated he was guilty as hell but they felt that
except that his crime was committed you did not prove beyond a reasonable
in this county in which he is on trial. doubt that the crime happened in this
He constructed his murderous gadget ill: county. They felt it might have hap
an adjoining county and tricked Mamie pened in Bimbo County, so they voted
into using it without ever leaving that to throw Lane out as a free man.
county. Not once did he come into this You are indignant. You communicate
county; therefore this court has no jur with the prosecuting attorney of Bimbo
isdiction by reason of improper venue. County and persuade him to indict Laue
Has the defense counsel a good de- for his crime all over again. This is done,
fense against conviction In your county; and Lane's lawyer pleads former jeop
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that is, will the court dismiss the case if ardy as a defense. That is, he bases his
he finds the defense substantiated by defense on the fact that Lane has al
evidence? ready been tried and found not guilty,
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Prickly Heat? G ET 7 -sEcoND •
COOLfNG RELIEF WITH Q U I COOL and to try him again for the same crhne
Don't suHer nagging, burning, itching torment of prickly would obviously violate his constitution
beat one minute longer. Sprinkle cooling, soothing
al right.
M�NNEN QUICOOL powder on your skin. Count to
seven-and smile with relief. QUI COOL scans working The prosecuting attorney of Bimbo
the second it touches your sensitive skin-and keeps on County argues that though Lane was
working for hours and hoW's.
It dries up perspiration, /asl. Spedal medidnal ingredi· tried, he was not tried in a court which
ents soothe and help to heal the red, itchy prickles. had jurisdiction. The jury freed Lane
Millions are arateful for QUICOOL'S lightning fast
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bathing! Rely on soft. soothi.na QUI COOL to keep sensitive jurisdiction, not because i t believed him
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QUICOOL now-always keep it handy. innocent.
What will happen will Lane's case
b e thrown out again, or will he be forced
ICOO to stand trial all over for his crime of
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BeUable man with oar wanted to eall on tarmere. • Wonderful court must have jurisdiction by reason
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