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The whale of a yarn in question goes by the the Throne in this ugly web of crime—if we may
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The stones originally belonged to that “pain in Now that we’ve introduced the principals in the
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Racket-busting reporter
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CHAPTER I
threatens his own scalp! SCRAPED FENDER
REGG LANE sat doggedly before his
typewriter in the city-room of the
A Novelet Morning Herald and tried to concen-
trate. The big room was ablaze with light,
j by NO EL L 0 0 M |$ E pied prs S It
The gang had the motorists of Johnson City at their mercy: until
they tried to hang a hit-and-run rap on a trouble-shooting lug!
was getting dark earlier. He looked at the Toothy Fellowes and’his tommy-gtins on one
yellow’ paper in the machine. Friday the side, and the county attorney and his gas
13th! Imagine him, Gregg Lane, writing chamber on the other.
second-year school-of-journalism features. The empty city-room made him restless,
He ‘snorted. He didn’t like doing exercises Well, not: quite empty, -Paul Hutton, who
while others wrote the news. had the racket run now, was back, fighting
He watched a copy-boy come in. The boy out a story as he always did.’ Paul was a big
went to the big horseshoe copy-desk which man, an eager beaver with suspicious eyes.
now was littered with -white and yellow He was watching the re-write phone now,
sheets and green -strips from the INS. The and keeping one eye on Gregg. .
desk was littered but there was no one sitting Gregg felt a little sorry for him. Every
around it, for the first street edition had gone’ word was- work for Paul; and he worried
down and the desk-men were out for coffee. too much about what somebody else was
The copy-boy went in through the open end doing—mostly Gregg.
of the horseshoe, picked up an enormous Gregg got up. He needed some fresh air.
overflowing- waste-basket' with both hands, The county attorney had warned him to stay
and tookit out. The room was still again, away from the City Hall, but he could run
like’ the gas: chamber at the penitentiary. up to Tony’s across, the street from police
He’d rather be back at the City Hall. There headquarters and have a hamburger. Maybe
things went up to a high pitch but they he’d see some of the boys there:
tapered off slowly. You had-time to get used
to it—maybe, even, to savor it. H's car was at. the’ curb in front of the
Gregg looked at the sheet of paper again. office. He hadn’t used the parking-lot
Friday the 13th, Once or twice a year, and since Colie ran into the lead-storm in the
sometimes three, somebody had to write a alley, thirty days before. He got into his
Friday the 13th feature. He was glad 1950 car and started to pull-out. There was a
had only one. Sometimes he thought he’d small, grinding bump, and he hit the brake.
rather be back on the-racket- run; with He pulled on the emergency and got out.
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BY-LINES CAN BE HEADLINES 15
scrawny neck!” bills. Maybe that was why he never put any
“Well, now,” the voice at Gregg’s side meat on his long frame.
was from Paul Hutton...
Gregg snorted and sat back. ‘Pe next day he was up early. He had a
“What have you been into,” asked Hut- cup of coffee and tried te ignore the smell
ton, his suspicious eyes darting to Mouse of hot-cakes and fried ham. Mentally he
Toler and back, “that you can be’ black- credited himself with saving sixty cents. He
mailed?” went to the ice and sat down without tak-
“Oh, go spin your yo-yo,” Gregg snapped. ing off his coat. He had washed the shirt
He glared at Hutton until Hutton went but the landlady had left early this morning
away. Then he leaned across the desk and and he couldn’t borrow her iron, so he’d keep
said to Toler, “I’m broke. You can’t pry his coat on until the wrinkles smoothed
me. But I'll get you a hundred from the boss out a little.
if you give me a tip on Colie’s killing or this A call was waiting for him. He answered
murder last night.” it and heard a cold-voiced young man say
The Mouse said quickly, “There’s a grand without preliminaries: “This is the Union
up for last night.” Accident Insurance Company. You had an
“If you’ve got a tip,” said Gregg, “you
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automobile accident with a client of ours,
obviously can’t claim the reward—not in Mr. Loren Caldwell, two days ago.” The
your shoes. But if I get the reward, TIl voice went on as if the man was reading
split fifty-fifty.” from a paper. “His car was—”
But the Mouse had a one-track mind. Gregg came out of the fog. “Who?” he
“How about the hundred? I need it to- asked.
night.” “Mr. Loren Caldwell.”
Gregg looked at him and smiled grimly. “You've got the wrong number,” said
“Why do you need a hundred tonight?” Gregg, and hung up.
Mouse Toler looked embarrassed. “It’s a But a moment later he was listening to the
widow,” he confessed. “She’s threatening same voice. “We’re giving you a chance to
to sue me for breach of promise.” settle this out of court, Mr. Lane,”
Gregg jumped. “Out of court? Would
Gregg laughed harshly, maybe a little you mind telling me what it’s all about before
cruelly,
you start suing?”
“Let her sue. She’d never collect. You “Mr. Caldwell’s car was damaged to the
don’t look the type.” extent of eighty-four dollars—”
“You never can tell about a jury,” the Gregg sat up straight. “Are you sure
Mouse said wisely, and then changed. His you’ve got the right party?”
eyes had fight in them. “If it comes out,” “Didn’t you pull out from the curb the
he said, “it won’t be good. She’s Toothy other night in front of the Herald building
Fellowes’ girl.” and have a collision with another car?”
Gregg considered, his eyes narrow. Final- Gregg said, “Oh,” weakly, and then
ly he said, “You know how to make a hun- stiffened. “But there wasn’t any damage
dred. Call me when you get ready to de- done except a dent in his fender about as big
liver.” He took the sheet of paper out of his as my finger.”
typewriter and put in a clean one, but some- 3
“Nevertheless,” said the voice, “we told
thing in the droop of Mouse Toler’s shoul- Mr. Caldwell to have his car repaired, and
ders held his eyes until Toler went out of the bill is eighty-four dollars, We expect
sight beyond the door. Toler was emotional- your check at once.”
ly in bad shape. Gregg shrugged. Maybe Gregg choked. “Where does it cost eighty-
Toler would come through with something, four dollars to have a dent ironed out in a
if there was enough heat-en him. Anyway, fender?”
Gregg didn’t have» a hundred dollars to “We are not responsible for the amount
speculate with. He had been skipping break- of the bill,” the voice said coldly. “We have
fast for a month, trying to catchup with his a statement for that amount and we expect
16 THRILLING DETECTIVE .
your check at once. Otherwise we shall be “The number is Liberty one-four-oh-five
forced to sue. Of course, if you have liability —hut I’m not allowed to receive phone calls
insurance—” from clients, sir.”
“You can sue and be damned!” Gregg “That’s okay,” said Gregg lightly. “I
shouted. wort call as a client.”
The man hung up without a word, and She said, in a brisk sign-off, “I am afraid
Gregg sat there collecting his thoughts and I can give you no more information, sir,”
trying to overcome his outrage long enough and he understood that Gannon was coming
to get things straightened out. Eighty-four near her. He said “Thank you,” and hung
dollars! They were bluffing. up.
He looked up the Union Accident and He tried to write a story. The police
called them. It took him twenty minutes to had not yet announced who the dead man
get connected with the department that had was, but the coroner had made an autopsy
the report on his accident. The man who had and said the old man had been dead for
called him was “out.” Gregg demanded to some time before the car hit him. A public
see the damaged car. Finally a girl told him clamor was arisine to find the killer. Gregg
Mr. Caldwell’s address. “Of course,” she tried to write a speculative story on a small
said, “the car has already been repaired.” girl waiting at home for a grandfather who
Gregg exploded. “Already?” he shouted. didn’t come. He wanted to jerk tears, but
“They don’t take any chances, do they?” when he got through he knew it would get
“Im sorry,” she murmured, and she only jeers from Scotty Jameson. It stunk.
sounded genuinely sympathetic. “I only He crumpled it and tossed it into the big
work here, Mr. Lane.” waste-basket.
“What do I do now?” He couldn’t get Union Accident off of his
“T’m afraid you'll have to pay,” she said -mind. It made him mad, thinking about it,
slowly. “Aren’t you the Mr. Lane who He looked up Loren Caldwell and called the
writes in the Herald?” number, A young girl answered. He asked
“Yes,” Gregg said gruffly.. for Caldwell. The girl said, not directly
“I tiked your article about Ground Hog into the phone, “Mother, it’s a man. He
Day.” she said, but added, “I guess you'll wants Daddy. What shall I tell him?”
have to pay. They all do, you know.” Then an older woman’s voice in the tele-
That was something to think about. It phone, “Mr. Caldwell is not in. Will you
implied that he wasn’t the first to complain leave your name and number?”
—perhaps, even, that complaints were regu- By now Gregg didn’t think it would do
lar, and that they were made indignantly any good, but he left them.
and incredulously, which in turn hinted that Scotty came in about noon and asked him
a lot of others were being roped in by the how he was getting along. Gregg said
same tactics. “What’s your name?” he “Fine.”
asked quickly. He was getting the feeling that this so-
“Rosella Paige,” she said, and then pre- called “accident” had been a lucky break,
tended to gasp. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m. not It might lead him to the big answer. But
supposed to give you my name,” he couldn’t tell.Scotty that, because then
Gregg smiled cynically. “You can give the lapsing of his insurance would come
me your boss's name, can’t you? The man out, and the owners of the Herald, scared
who called me a few minutes. ago?” of being made defendants in an injury suit,
There was a moment’s pause. Then she would worry him to death with their. legal
said, “Oh, that’s Mr. Gannon.” experts for the next week.
Gregg couldn’t spare the time right now.
GE REGG began to wake-up. Rosella wasn’t He thought morosely he could have paid
dumb: She was trying to help him. the insurance with the money he’d given the
“What’s your telephone number at home?” Mouse for football boards—but a man: does:
he asked. foolish things when he wants quick money.
BY-LINES CAN BE HEADLINES 17
He started calling the list of persons who again. Gannon was still out, but Gregg
had volunteered information about the ac- stayed on the phone until finally he found -
cident in which the old man was killed, but that Caldwell’s car had been repaired at
their contribution was negligible. None of the Apex Body Company. He called Apex,
them had seen it, and none of them admitted but it seemed that the records were mis-
phoning the police to give the last two num- laid and they didn’t remember the job and
bers on the killer’s license plate. couldn’t tell him what repairs had been
He wrote another story, but it wasn’t much made, It wouldn’t make any difference, any-
better than the first one. Where was he going way, they told him. That was their bill
to get eighty-four dollars? and it had been paid, and that ended it
He went up to the city hall and got one for them.
of the bright young men in the county
attorney’s office to listen. It wasn’t en- AVAGELY determined, he went around
couraging to find out that, as long as he to the Apex Body Company and de-
hadn’t signaled on leaving the curb, he manded to talk to the man who had repaired
probably would lose a decision in court. The the Caldwell car. He was told the men were
young man was sympathetic. “It’s tough, not allowed to entertain visitors during
but people have to pay out every day be- working-hours. He demanded to see the
cause they forget to signal.” records. “If I’ve got to pay this bill,” he
That startled Gregg. “Every day.” It said, “I want to know what I’m paying
sounded like organized racket. Gregg asked for.”
for the names of others who had gone to The man in the office was big, and he
the county attorney, but was refused. looked tough. He talked from the corner
He got out before he should run into of his mouth. “Now, look, mister. I’ve
Hughes. got enough of you. -Were busy around
Gregg was getting mad. Everywhere he here. If you had any sense, you’d carry in-
turned was a promising lead that led straight surance and you wouldn’t have all this
into a blind alley. He took his car to a trouble.”
body shop and was told that, judging from
“Okay,” said Gregg in a harsh voice. “I
the entire lack of damage to his own car,
know that as well as the next dummy, but
it was hard to see how he could have that’s no reason why I should be forced
damaged any other car eighty-four dollars’
to pay ten or twenty times what a job is
worth.
worth.”
The garage-man looked at Gregg pretty The man’s eyes began to glitter. “Don’t
intently as he said, “You sure you haven’t
talk so loud,” he warned.
had a fender repaired lately?”
Gregg said stubbornly, “I can buy a
“No,” said Gregg, puzzled by the look on whole new fender and running-board and
the man’s face. have them installed for forty dollars.”
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“Not when the front wheels are out of Then he saw on his typewriter an en-
line,” said the big man,moving closer. velope. He opened it. A slip said, “Appear
Gregg looked him in the eye. “So you in conciliation court November 16.” Gregg’s
do remember the job,” he said. jaws were tight as he slowly tore it into
He saw it coming but he couldn’t duck. fine pieces and dropped them into the
It caught him on the jaw. He fought back, waste-basket. There. was no longer any
but the big man smashed four hard rights doubt. It was a mill—a mill for fleecing
into his face and slapped him off balance anybody who didn’t have insurance. They
with a huge left hand. Then he picked him wouldn’t touch an insured car and they
up and threw him out onto the sidewalk. wouldn’t claim too much on any one job.
Gregg’s right leg was skinned down the This amount was under a hundred dollars
side. He got up and limped to a saloon and so it wouldn’t go directly into district
and had two drinks on his empty stomach. court. Most people, facing the expertise of
It felt like lye-water. He went back to the attorneys and costs and time, would not
Herald office and sat down at his desk. appeal from conciliation court. Tf -they did,
They looked at him. Nobody said any- there could always be a settlement out of
thing, but the word got around fast. Scotty court before it went too far.
Jameson came out and came to Gregg’s desk. How many were in the mill? Gannon,
“What happened?” he asked. Caldwell and a lot of others like Caldwell
Gregg looked at him from his good eye. to act as runners, the Apex Body Company
The other one was shut. “I came face to — It was seven o’clock. He called Rosella
face with a pile-driver,” he said. “The Paige’s number and asked her to have
pile-driver was lying on its side. Give me dinner with him.
twenty-five bucks for expenses.” She accepted. She even seemed pleased.
It made Gregg feel a little better. Rosella
Scotty looked at him. “T’ll give you ten,”
Paige looked like the only break in a tough
he said. He slipped a bill out of his wallet
world. \
and laid it on the desk. “Need any help,
Then Scotty came back. He had a piece
Gregg?” He sounded a little concerned
of scratch-paper. “That gorilla is Sandbag
but also a little as if he might be scared
Morrison,” he said, “former muscle-man
of Gregg.
for Toothy Fellowes. Four years ago he
Gregg said, “Find out who’s the gorilla got five in the big-house for assault and
in the office of the Apex Body Company.” battery: He’s been out now for six months.
Scotty nodded. He started to speak, but As far as they know, he’s going straight.” —
Gregg was looking at the telephone book. “He may be going straight,” Gregg said
Scotty went away. sarcastically, “but he’s doing it the hard
way.”
CHAPTER IIT “Did he give you that shiner?”
“I sure as hell didn’t pay him for it,”
ACCIDENT MILL
said Gregg.
Buttoned Up
By BENTON BRADEN
ARRY DODGE sat in the living through no fault ọf his own. Now he was
H room of his small but comfortable down to his last few dollars. He was going
apartment. Harry was a nice-look- to have to leave this apartment in a few
ing lad, twenty-six, ordinarily light-hearted days, because he wasn’t going to bé able to
and cheerful. But now he was frowning. meet the rental payment at the first of the
It seemed to Harry that he had had more month.
than his share of bad luck in the past six He had to admit that it had been foolish
months, of him to lease the apartment in the first
In the first place, he had lost his job place. Harry had taken it on an impulse
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laundry hamper. The police feel that they whole estate.
have broken the case wide open, as Mrs. Harry waited a few minutes, then walked
Burke had already stated that she had been to the telephone booth and looked through
alone in the house all evening. When con- the directory. He found the name of Peter
fronted with that coat with the missing but- Groff. 3756 Linden Avenue.
ton, Mrs. Burke collapsed. Fifteen minutes later he stood before the
“The swift action of the police has broken door of a third floor apartment. His face
this case wide open in a matter of a few was grim, desperate. He was glad he had
hours. It seems obvious that this former that gun in his pocket now. It was unload-
suitor of Mrs. Burke was waiting for Burke ed, but Groff wouldn’t know that. Harry
when he drove into- his garage. The killer didn’t have any plan—except to force the
intended to set it up as a suicide. But Burke truth from Peter Groff.
fought and upset that plan. He knocked on the door, waited a moment,
“The police are now grilling Mrs. Burke, then knocked again. The door opened. The
trying to get a confession from her. She, young man who stood there was about
of course, is unable, or perhaps unwilling twenty-five, stockily built, had light hair. His
is the better word, to explain how that miss- eyes were a watery blue.
ing button from her husband’s coat was “Police,” Harry announced. “Td like to
transferred to the coat of her former suitor. ask you some more questions, Mr. Groff.”
“The police have just announced that the “T told you everything I know,” Groff
name of Betty Burke’s former suitor is said surlily. “However, come in.”
Harry Dodge. He managed to elude detec- Harry went in, kicked the door shut be--
tives and is not in custody, but the police hind him. They were in a rather large liv--
expect to pick him up in a patter of hours,” ing room. There was a table in the center
of it. Groff retreated to the other side of
S THE announcer went on to other the table and sat down in a wide chair.
topics, Harry stared at the bottle of “What is it you want to know?” he asked
beer in front of him. The whole frame was very casually.
clear now. The real killer had never intend- “The truth!” Harry said.
ed to set Burke’s death up as a suicide. Groff’s eyes widened in surprise, and
His only purpose had been to kill Burke Harry thought he detected some alarm in
and set up vital clues pointing to Harry
them. “I’ve already told you the truth,”
and Betty.
Groff said hoarsely. “I really don’t know
The cops, of course, would assume that anything about the case, the murder. I'd
Betty had been right with Harry when Burke been home here all evening until I was
had driven into his garage. Burke had man- called to come over to my uncle’s home.
aged to tear that button from Harry’s coat. It was the first time I had been there for
Betty and Harry hadn’t been able to find a month. My uncle’s wife verified that
it. Betty had run into the house and got statement. I just heard over the late broad-
a button somewhat like it from oné of cast that a button had been found missing
Burke’s coats. Probably she had sewed it from one of Uncle Matthew’s coats. I
on right there. Then Harry had gone home should think that would cinch the case.
and changed suits. They hadn’t thought “Betty said that there had been no one:
that the cops would ever suspect Harry. else in the house all evening,” he continued
Yes, the frame was plain enough now. But hurriedly. “She and this Harry Dodge plot-
proving that it was a frame might be very ted the murder. Only they bungled it and
difficult. got caught. She got that button from one of.
The real killer was this nephew, Peter my uncle’s coats and either gave it to Harry:
Groff, Harry thought. If Betty were tabbed Dodge or sewed it on herself. They can’t’
for the murder she couldn’t inherit from get around that. She swears she was the-
Burke, will or no will. Then Groff, as the only one im the house all evening, No one
only relative, would come in and take the : else could possibly have removed that but- - i
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ton from Uncle Matthew’s coat.” came up with a gun in it.
“There is some evidence that that but- Harry had plenty of time to see that gun
ton was removed from Mr. Burke’s coat be- coming up. He raised his own gun. But
fore this evening,” Harry said coldly. “Just now that gun, empty of cartridges, was use-
as there is some evidence that someone got less—while he had no doubt that Groff’s
into Harry Dodge’s apartment and sewed gun was loaded.
that same button on his coat. It could very Harry acted instinctively. With a quick
easily have been done at any time today—if motion he raised his arm and hurled his
the whole thing was framed.” gun at Groff. Groff threw up his arms to
“But who—who would have framed it?” protect himself from the missile. There was
Groff stammered. nothing left for Harry to do but run for it.
“You would, Groff. If the murder is He made for the door, got it open.
pinned on Betty, you take the whole es-
tate.” ROFF’S gun roared as he went through
“That’s preposterous!” Groff almost the door. Harry felt a sharp sting in
shouted. “There’s no proof of any kind his left arm. Groff fired again, but Harry
that I had anything to do with it.” was out of sight by that time. It seemed to
“There’s plenty of proof, Groff,” Harry Harry that Groff had lost his head and was
said harshly. still shooting as he went down the stairs.
“What—what proof? There’s not a thing It seemed that Groff had fired many shots,
to connect me with any frame. Who says— but Harry concluded that it was only echoes
who is accusing me?” that he had heard.
“T am,” Harry said, as he whipped the Harry knew he had to get away from
gun from his coat. “I say that you killed that district in a hurry. Groff would un-
your uncle, Groff. Killed him and framed doubtedly call the police and tell a harrow-
Betty and me for the murder. You found ing story of how Harry had come to his
out that I had gone with Betty before your apartment to kill him after he realized that
uncle married her and that—” he had failed in his murder coup. The cops
“You're not a cop!” Groff screamed. would be really scouring the town now.
“You’re—you’re Harry Dodge!” He wouldn’t be safe in any hotel or rooming
“That’s right, Groff. I’m Harry Dodge. house. Where could he go? He had no
Now you're going to tell the truth, or TIl friends that he would dare trust in a sit-
use this gun on you. You'll either admit uation like this.
you killed your uncle in that garage and He stepped into a dark doorway and
planted the evidence on me, or I'll put a tried to think. His situation was really des-
bullet through your head.” perate now. He thought of Betty. His ac-
At that moment Harry wished that the tions hadn’t improved her position. The
room had been full of cops. Groff’s con- cops would be confronting her with this
torted face would have convinced them of his last episode, pounding her for a confession.
guilt. His face was white, taut with hatred There wouldn’t be a chance on earth to get a
and fear and guilt. But there was something phone call through to Betty now. But those
else in his face that Harry overlooked. thoughts led Harry to a new idea.
Desperation !Groff was convinced that Harry Betty’s brother, Bill Stowell! He and
had come there to kill him. Harry had let Betty had been out to Bill’s house several
his own gun drop to his side, believing times in the evening. Bill Stowell would
that Groff was so overcome with terror never believe that his own sister was guilty
that he couldn’t speak or move for the mo- of plotting a ruthless murder like this. Be-
ment, lieving that his sister was innocent, he'd
Groff was in deadly terror right enough. also have to believe that Harry had been
But that didn’t prevent him from moving. framed.
His hand moved toward the table. A draw- Harry walked a block and caught a bus.
er was partly open there. Groff’s hand Forty minutes later he stepped up on the
MURDER BUTTONED UP 35
stoop of a small cottage. There was a light in in Harry’s arm.
the window. Bill and Marge Stowell had “We'll have to call a doctor right away!”
been too upset to go to bed this night. “Nothing doing,” Harry cut her off. “A
Bill Stowell opened the door at Harry’s doctor would call the cops right away, and:
` knock. “Harry!” he exclaimed. ‘Come that would finish me. And make it mighty
te A tough on you, too. This is just a scratch.
“Thanks, Bill,” Harry said, as he en- A little iodine and a bandage will hold it
tered the small living room. “I guess I’m for a while, at least.”
a fugitive from justice—a real hot one. I Marge hurried from the room, came back
figured that this was the only place in the with iodine and gauze a minute later. She
city where I’d get anything like a cordial applied the iodine and bandaged the arm
reception.” ; neatly.
“Youre right about that, Harry,” Bill “There is one thing about this whole
Stowell said soberly. “I know that Betty case that has me stymied,” Harry said. “I
. had nothing to do with Burke’s death. So know Groff killed his uncle. But Betty said
you were framed, too. But I don’t know she had been alone in the house all evening.
what we’re going to do about it. The evidence Apparently she also said that Groff hadn’t
seems to get worse and worse.” been in the Burke house for some time. Yet
“T didn’t help things any, Bill,” Harry somebody tore a button from one of Burke’s
admitted. “I got a wild idea that I could coats, and it must have been done sometime
make Peter Groff talk. I went to his place during the day. Betty didn’t do that. Who
and—”
did? Who else would have had a chance
“Pye heard about it,” Bill broke in quick- to do it? Did Betty have a maid?”
ly. “I’ve got a friend who’s a detective. “Not exactly a maid,” Marge Stowell
He’s on duty at headquarters tonight. He said. “But I’ve been by to see Betty many
phoned me awhile ago and said that you times, and I know the setup there. Before
had gone to Groff’s apartment and tried to Burke married Betty, this nephew, Peter
kill him. He said that you must have been Groff lived with him. They had a house-
a rotten shot because you hadn't hit Groff keeper, full time. Betty decided she didn’t
once.” want a full-time housekeeper, but she did
“I didn’t even shoot at him,” Harry want some help. So this woman comes sev-
denied. “My gun wasn’t loaded. I threw my eral times a week to help-her for half a day.
gun at him. He did all the shooting.” Her name is Mrs. Schumm. Her first name
“That’s not the way Groff told it. He said is Edna. She’s a widow.”
it was a regular gun battle. That you came
to his apartment pretending to be a police ILL nodded. “There’s the answer,” he
officer. That after you got in you pulled a said excitedly. “This Edna Schumm
gun and said you were going to kill him. and Peter Groff got to know each other
Groff said he kept a gun in a drawer of his well, during the years Groff lived with his
table and managed to get it in his hand. uncle. Groff got her to help him on the
He said you shot at him several times be- promise of a big bonus when he got his
fore you fled, that he kept ducking around uncle’s estate. And Groff worked for his
and dodging and that you didn’t hit him. uncle in the hardware concern. So it was
He said he thought he hit you once. But easy for Groff to get a key that would un-
you're not hurt, are you, Harry.” lock your apartment door.
“Not much,” Harry said. “I think he got “Edna Schumm tore that button from
me through the flesh of my left arm.” Burke’s coat this morning,” he continued.
“Let’s take a look at it,” Bill said quickly, “She passed it to Groff, and he got into your
and he helped Harry slip out of his coat apartment later when you were out. Then
and rolled up the left sleeve of Harry’s shirt, all they had to do was murder Burke to-
Marge Stowell came into the room at that night and do a crude job of it, make it look
moment and gasped when she saw the wound as though it had been a bungled attempt
36 THRILLING DETECTIVE
to fix it as a suicide. Now they're sure opened an inch. Harry put his foot against
that no one will ever be able to prove the the door so that it couldn’t be closed on him.
truth.” “Td like to talk to you, Mrs. Schumm,”
“Maybe not,” Harry said. “But Groff has he said.
made one bad mistake. I want to see this “What about?” He couldn’t see but a.
Edna Schumm right away. She’s the weak small section of her face, but her voice was
link, and I might be able to break her. Her heavy.
address probably won’t be in the phone di- “About the murder of Matthew Burke.”
rectory. But it'll be in a city directory. Will To Harry’s surprise she opened the door
you drive me, Bill?” wide at once. He guessed that she thought
“Sure, I'll drive you,” Bill said promptly. he was an officer. Harry moved in, then
“But suppose Edna Schumm is tough. She’ll as Edna Schumm retreated before him, he
call the cops, and you'll be in a worse spot turned and closed the door rather slowly
than ever.” with his back against it.
“We'll beat her to it,” Harry said. “I'm Edna Schumm was a very large woman.
about at the end of my string, anyway. I She was tall and she must have weighed
might as well gamble. We'll call the cops, more than two hundred pounds, and there
get them there right after I get into her wasn’t too much fat on her. She had big
apartment. Have you got a stick of chewing shoulders and big arms. Her face was rather
gum, Marge?” square, and showed no emotion as she looked
“Yes,” Marge said. She went to a table, at him. Her hair was thin, pasted flat against
got her purse, handed Harry a package of her head.
chewing gum. “What are you going to do Harry glanced quickly at the room. It
with it?” was large, sparsely furnished, but clean.
“Jam a lock, Marge,” Harry smiled. There was a door behind her that seemed
“We'd better get going right away.” to lead into a hall.
Ten minutes later Bill Stowell came back “T understand that you worked for the
to his car from an all-night drugstore. “Got Burkes, Mrs. Schumm,” Harry said. “You
her address,” he told Harry. “Twenty- worked at the Burke house this morning,
seven fifty-three Stanton Street. That’s only didn’t you?”
about a ten-minute drive from here.” “That’s right, Mr. Dodge.”
Bill crawled in beneath the wheel, drove Harry couldn’t conceal his surprise as she
to Stanton Street, parked just beyond the uttered his name. Edna Schumm smiled a
address. Harry pointed to the lighted dis- little. “I heard a very good description of
trict two blocks ahead. you broadcast over the radio, Mr. Dodge.
_ “You go up there and find a phone, Bill,a I recognized. you at once. Now it’s very
he directed. “Call headquarters. Try to get late, so I suggest you get right down to
Sergeant Clark.” He gave Bill specific in- facts. I know the police want you very
structions for about two minutes. “Remem- badly for the murder. I know that you
ber,” he said finally, “to tell- them to come would like very much to pin the murder on
up Stanton from the south, lay off the sirens someone else. Peter Groff, for instance.
—and give me a break.” Or even me. But it’s no dice, Dodge. You.
Harry watched Bill’s car until he saw it cooked your own goose when you went to
pull up to the curb far up the street where Peter’s apartment and tried to kill him.
the lights were. A few minutes later he Now I suppose you’ve come to try to kill
walked up the entrance to 2753 and waited mes!
there. At last he turned and went up a “You’ve got it wrong, Mrs. Schumm,”
flight of stairs fast. He went down the hall Harry said steadily, “I think I did a very
to a door, saw with satisfaction that light smart thing when I went to Groff’s apart-
was coming from beneath the door. He ment, although I didn’t realize it till later.
knocked loudly. He waited a few seconds, Groff has a great imagination. He used it
was about to knock again when the door in planning this murder of his uncle and
MURDER BUTTONED UP 37
framing Betty and me for it. Of course, “Don’t tell me,” she interrupted. She
I know the truth, know the button was suddenly smiled broadly and took a step
planted—and I am quite sure that you are toward Harry. “I think I know what your
the one who tore the button from Matthew point is. And I can assure you that it is
Burke’s coat this morning and gave it to going to be taken care of—right now!”
Groff so he could plant it on one of my She hunched her shoulders and drove at
suits in my apartment. Harry. He was so surprised that he couldn’t
“Yes, Groff has a great imagination,” move before her hands were on his throat.
Harry repeated. “He used it when I con- Powerful hands, they were, that seemed to
fronted him this evening. It seemed like a close on his flesh with an iron grip.
bright idea to him, at the time, to fige a “Yes, I know!” she yelled. “The damn
lot of shots, make it appear as though he fool didn’t stop to think that if you went
had had a gun battle with me. Of course, to the cops and they tested your hand, it
he didn’t find out till later that my gun would show that you hadn’t fired a gun.
wasn’t even loaded. So if the cops ever But we’re going to fix that right now. Your
check the bullets in that apartment they'll hand will show that you fired a gun—after
find that they were all fired from one gun.” youre dead. The cops can test your hand
then all they want to. I'll tell ’em you tried
Ree SCHUMMWM’S eyes narrowed to to kill me, and I shot you dead in self de-
slits. “That is all very interesting, fense.”
Mr. Dodge,” she said. Peter Groff had come from that door that
“And there is another little thing,” Harry led to the rear as Edna Schumm had spoken
told her. “A nice little point that your those words. Groff had a gun in his hand.
friend, Peter Groff, overlooked. When he “Kill him, Groff!” Edna bellowed. “Shoot
fired those shots he failed to realize—” [Turn page]
By CLEVE F. ADAMS
-_
SILENT
VIOLENCE
By
R. VAN TAYLOR
How to buy
the lights. was after you got down at the
bottom. I’ll admit it was dangerous, because
` we kept the dog there and she was always
going down to it. If she had ever missed her
footing she would have had a long fall onto better work clothes
hard concrete. It might have killed her.
“T told her that I’d fix both the steps and
the lights when I got time—that I’d take a
day off from the office and do it. But she
kept arguing about it, wanting me to do it
at night. I don’t like to work at night, Joe.
I’m tired when I get home from the office.”
I saw that his drink was getting low so
I started to fix another. This time I forgot
the jigger and poured it from the bottle.
“She was out of town today,” Finley
continued, “so I figured it would be a good
time to get the work done. She waouldn’t be
there to tell me how to do evérjiuug and
get in the way. I took the day off and stayed
at home. After looking the job over I de-
cided it would be best to tear out the whole
stairs and rebuild them. It ran into more
work than I had counted on.
“She came home about eight tonight and
I started to tell her what I had done, but I
didn’t get a chance to say a thing because
she immediately started that irritating pitter
of hers. As I told you before, my only.
fense against that it to shut up, so that’s
I did. I sat down and began to read
paper. She went down to see the dog.” ::
I set the straight bourbon on the bar and
took away his old glass. “Then she brought
the dog up and told you to take it for a
walk?”
The color drained from Finley’s fac p, I
heard two sirens blaring it up the street.
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car, the other the low moan of an ambulance. ‘rugged sewing that go into Blue Bell work
clothes. Blue Bell dungarees are cut full so
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pitched a ten onto the bar and went to the you wear them. Reinforced with no-scratch
door with the Airedale. copper rivets. Plenty of pockets.
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up and told you to take it for a walk?” cut to body contour for comfort, and topped
by a dress-type collar for good looks. For out-
Pausing, he said, “I had the dog on the standing value in all kinds of work clothes,
back porch. He was going to have to stay look for the Blue Bell Qualitag, which
there until I could get the stairs rebuilt.” guarantees you the best made, best fitting work
After Finley left I noticed he hadn’t clothes you can buy—or your money back!
touched the straight bourbon. BLUE BELL, Inc., 93 Worth St, New York 13
The huddled
form at the foot of
the stairs couldn't
talk, but said plenty to
Griff Crawford!
RIFF CRAWFORD looked the once belonged to someone with wealth. There
house over from across the street. It was even a big barn at the back, now used as
was a big place, with an old fashioned a garage.
tower which had its four walls glassed in. For a modern family the house was out of
There were spires and cupolas, a large piece the question. It took servants to handle a
of land with it and the place had obviously place of this kind, and people with money
42
WHERE THE BODY IS BURIED 43
enough to keep it up wouldn’t be living this Crawford had ever met Miss Iris Harvey, but
close to the factory section. he felt he’d known her for years.
The town was in the fifty thousand popu- This was the woman he had traveled a
lation class, a drab, dirty place with cheap thousand miles—to kill!
stores and soot. belching factory chimneys. “My name is Kent,” he said. “Griff Kent.
Nobody cared much. People who lived here I’m the man who phoned about the room.”
were too busy hacking out a living to pay “Oh yes,” she smiled. “Come right in. I
more than casual attention to the dirt. can tell at a glance that you’re the kind of
That big house now had a neat sign tacked man I want rooming in my home. I told you
to the white fence bordering the sidewalk the price over the phone and I have a very
and it advertised rooms for rent. Griff Craw- nice room for you.”
ford knew the place. He’d been keeping it “That’s fine,” Crawford said, and won-
under observation for some time. But now dered why he didn’t haul out the gun, blast
he had a job of sorts, in one of the mills, and away and get it over with. That was what
a good reason for rooming at the big house. he’d promised himself to do. Kill her with
As he crossed the street, carrying the as little compunction as she’d killed his
dilapidated suitcase, his free hand gently brother Phil. But let her know first, of
touched the butt of the army .45 which was course, why she was going to die. That was
stuck down his belt and concealed by: his coat. only fair.
He’d been carrying that gun for three years, She said, “If you'll just follow me. Your
just waiting for the moment when he would room is in back, on the second floor and it’s
find a use for it. nice and quiet.”
He pushed open the gate and as he ap- “How many roomers do you have?” Craw-
proached the house, he noticed that it was ford asked.
exceptionally neat. The drab appearance “Right now, only two. besides yourself,
was caused by a need of paint. But the porch though I can handle six. -I- suppose TII
arid the steps were scrubbed, the lawn tended have to pretty soon, the way the mills are
and shrubs well cultivated, if somewhat beginning to hum. During the war I had
amateurishly. eight, but that’s too. many.’
Crawford marched up on the porch sk Crawford said, “I should think you'd like
took a long breath as he put down his suit-*- -alf you could get”
“Why, no,” she told him. “It’s too much
case and rang the doorbell. He’d waited for
work and I don’t really need the money.
this a long, long time. A century or two, it .
seemed to him now.
You see, I was left some not long ago.’
That was it! Crawford knew now there
When the door opened, he replaced the
grim look on his face with a smile. The was no mistake. Sure she’d been left money.
His brother Phil’s money. All fourteen thou-
woman who stood there wasn’t as old as he’d
sand dollars of it—but she hadn’t inherited
expected. Maybe forty, and not looking her
it. She’d stolen it, after Phil was dead.
age. She was slim, about five feet five and
Crawford had to look down at her from his Crawford’s face went grim again.
towering six-two. She had very blue eyes “T guess I couldn’t ask for a better place,”
which regarded him frankly. Her hair was he commented. “Too many Toomers mean
just beginning to be tinged by gray and she too much noise.’
was neat enough to have her picture taken “Oh, you won’t find this a noisy place,
for a fashion magazine. Mr. Kent. Not at all. Ted Martel has the
tower room. That ugly glass thing I call a
RAWFORD didn’t like this. He’d wanted penthouse, stuck up in the middle of the
her to be dumpy, bedraggled and ugly. roof. He’s been with me for a long time.
He’d wanted her to look something closely Then there’s Joe Rober. He came just at
approaching the popular conception of a the close of the war and stayed here ever
witeh, because that was the way he’d figured since. They are both quiet, sober men.”
her all these years. This was the first time “Good,” Crawford said. “Now Id like to
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see my room.” name of the town where Iris lived and where
She led him upstairs. He passed an open he was going to be married. But he had
door, into a small hallway, showing a flight stated that Dud Bradley was going to be his
of the steepest stairs he’d seen in a long best man.
time. Apparently they led to the tower There'd been a postcript, too, saying that
room. Oddly enough, the stairway was nar- he was drawing his fourteen thousand dollars
rower than the walls on either side of it. out of the bank, but that he’d have it any
There were handrails and fancy newel time Crawford wanted any of it. This Iris,
posts. he’d written, was no gold digger and knew
Then he was in his room. He liked it, how to take care of money.
even though he planned to use it only as a ‘That had been Phil’s last letter. Craw-
temporary spot until he had accomplished ford’s, sent from various parts of Europe,
the mission he set out to fulfill those cen- were returned with the notation that Phil
turies ago. had moved and left no address.
He put down his suitcase, took out a When Crawford returned, he tried to trace
wallet and gave her the first two weeks’ Phil without any luck-at all. Then he went
rent. looking for Dud Bradley, who was to have
She said, “Thank you. I’ll have a receipt been best man. Dud had moved too—and
ready when you come downstairs. I serve kept on the move. Never amounting to
breakfast, as I told you, and the other meals much, Dud floated around and for two years
you get outside. But I know it’s late in the Crawford hunted him.
day and you must be tired, so I'll fix you He found Dud finally, in a west coast flop
something for supper. On the house, Mr. house, and Dud had little to say. Sure, Phil
Kent.” had talked to him about the wedding and
He thanked her gravely, closed the door had promised to let him know when and
after she went out and sat down in the old- where, but he’d never gotten around to it.
fashioned, overstuffed rocking chair. He “I was living in Rock Falls at the time,”
began to rock back and forth automatically. Dud had explained. “Phil showed up one
The. sensation soothed him, removed that day, without any baggage. So he must have
almost overpowering urge to kill her now and come from some town not too far away. I
get it over with. His mind slipped back into remember he said that since I was so close
the past. by he’d be glad to have me be his best man,
It brought visions of his brother Phil. A since he didn’t know another soul in these
big hulk of a man, as easy going and simple parts.”
as a child. He hadn’t been good looking That was as much help as Dud could give.
and he hadn’t known how to wear clothes Then began another long, tedious search.
and he had been shy. He'd actually been Crawford had to work and his search had to
afraid of women, much to Crawford’s great be done during what spare time he could
amusement. find. Some of the old blood donor centers
That was why he’d been so surprised when kept records, some didn’t. Fortunately, the
Phil had written him that he was going to name of Iris was unusual enough so there
be married. He'd gone into some detail weren’t many nurse’s aids with the name.
about it by saying he'd met this woman, And then he found her. There wasn’t
whom he named only as Iris, at a blood much question about it because Phil had
donors’ headquarters where she’d been a described her fairly well. And Crawford had
volunteer nurse’s aide. spent two weeks eating in diners, the kind of
places Phil invariably used, until a counter-
HEN Phil had written that letter, he’d man recognized the snapshot of Phil which
returned to the East where he had Crawford had carried all these years,
grown up and lived all his life. So the post- So now the end was in sight. Crawford
mark on the letter didn’t mean anything to rocked harder and faster, debating whether or
Crawford. Phil had nowhere mentioned the not to do the job at once. Any hopes of
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WHERE. THE. BODY IS BURIED 45
pinning a murder on this woman was almost about someone. Was it a man you intended
out of the question. Phil must have been to marry?”
murdered around five years ago and if his She nodded slowly. “Yes. Yes, he was—”
corpse had been so successfully concealed that The front door slammed shut and some-
it had not been discovered up to now, there one walked briskly toward the kitchen with
wouldn’t be much left for purposes of identi- mincing little steps. The man who entered’
fication. was about five feet five, slight of build, bald
He heard Iris coming up the stairs and he as an egg and he had a thin, jutting chin
reached for the gun. Get it over with— and small, pale eyes.
finish the job and then face whatever future Iris said, “Good evening, Mr. Martel.
there was left for him. Phil was dead, this This is Griff Kent, the new roomer.’
woman had killed him and she deserved what Martel shook hands. “Griff?” he oma |
was coming to her. Crawford opened the “Griff? That’s an odd name.”
door, Crawford shrugged. “The whole name is
Iris said, “I thought you'd like to have also odd. It’s Griffen.”
supper with me in the kitchen. It’s not “Griffen?” Iris cried out. “Griff? Yes, it,
pleasant eating alone.” is an odd name. There can’t be very many
He mumbled something, buttoned his coat people with that name. I—I’d better get
and followed her to the spick and span the dishes started. Mr. Martel, Rober will
kitchen. She had a well cooked and appe- be here soon. Will you introduce Mr. Kent,
tizing looking supper on the table. They ate please?”
in silence for a little while. Then Crawford “Come along,” Martel said to Crawford.
looked up suddenly. “One thing Miss Harvey has is a com-
“You said it wasn’t pleasant eating alone. fortable parlor. We'll do a little talking,
You're right too, and I suppose you must eh?”
know how it seems to be lonesome.” Crawford wanted nothing better. `:
More
“I do indeed, Mr. Kent,’ she said. She and more he was certain that Iris must be the
put down her coffee cup, propped her small woman he sought, but death is. irrevocable
chin up in a small palm and smiled wanly. “I and before he killed her he wanted no doubts.
had my parents to take care of until I was Martel had lived in the house a long time,
past thirty. There wasn’t time for any boy —he’d know about Phil. :
friends. Then the war and—and, well, why They went to the big living room which
should. I bore you with what almost hap- Martel called a parlor, and sat down. Craw-
pened?” ford lit a cigarette and Martel sucked- on a |
“Tm interested,” Crawford urged her on. pipe. They talked about generalities at first|
She sighed and went to work on the apple and then Crawford gradually worked the
pie. “There was a man but—well—let’s not conversation into the vein he wanted.
talk about that.” “Tris seems like such a nice person—
Sure; Crawford thought. Let’s not talk attractive too. It’s a wonder she never mar-
about the poor slob who didn’t know the ried.”
“She almost did,’ Martel grunted. “Big, |
difference between a gold digger and a woman
nice enough to be his wife. Sure! Who ungainly guy he was. Ugly as sin, but nice:
wants to talk about the guy who turned over enough. Didn’t talk much, and he sure fell
every dime he had before he was murdered. for Iris. Guess she liked him, too.”
This was the woman, all right. There was “What happened?” Crawford asked.
little question about it now. “Oh, you know how those things are. This
She said, “Mr. Kent, is something Pog guy—well, he talked a good wedding and
The way you look!” went away. To get his money, he said. That’s
the last we ever heard of him.”
HE SHUDDERED and forced a grin. “I “He didn’t come back at all?” Crawford
guess I was just thinking that I’ve asked,
been lonesome too.. You started to talk. Martel gave him a-sharp glance. “Why are.
46 THRILLING DETECTIVE
you so interested ?” Rober had already told him was worth the
Crawford shrugged. “I’m not. We were money. Crawford took out some crumpled
making conversation, remember ?” bills and smoothed them on the arm of his
-“Well, he didn’t come back and that’s chair. There were two fives and five two-
all I know about it,” Martel said curtly. dollar bills.
“I’m going to my room. You won’t have
any trouble meeting Rober’ Chances are OBER took them, grimaced at the smaller
he’ll be half stewed and glad of anybody to bills and then carefully stacked them.
chin with.” When the edges were even, he ripped the
Martel walked out of the room with those corners off all five bills at the same time.
same short steps, but they seemed to be “Not that I’m superstitious,” he grinned.
even more hurried. Crawford had little time “But these deuces pack a lot of bad luck
to think about what Martel had said. The sometimes. Thanks, Griff. I’ll give it back to
little man couldn’t have reached his tower you Friday when I get paid.”
room before the front door banged again, Crawford tried to draw him out some
louder this time. more, but it didn’t work, Rober seemed to
Rober, a beefy, red faced man with tiny get sleepier the more he drank and pretty
bloodshot eyes, started past the parlor door, soon he was dozing in his chair. Craw-
skidded to a stop and turned to enter. He ford got up, walked out and went to his
extended a flabby hand. own room. He shoved the heavy gun under
“You must be the new roomer,” he said his pillow and partly undressed. Then he
and his words were followed by a blast of lay on the bed and tried to get some sleep.
whisky aroma. “I’m Joe Rober. Glad to It was impossible. The goal he’d been
know you.” trying to attain so many months was now in
“Hello,” Crawford said. “I’m Griffen sight. Strangely enough, he’d never thought
Kent.” much about the moment when it came time fo
“Griffen? Funny kind of a name. Look, take revenge. He hadn’t stopped to con-
come on to my room and have a snort or two. sider what this female double-crosser would
It’s swell with a guy like you living here. be like. He wished Miss Harvey had been
Now I don’t have to put up with that funeral harder, not so quiet and refined.
faced bookie who uses the penthouse.” Suddenly he swung his legs off the bed,
“Is Martel a bookie?’ Crawford asked in grabbed the gun and hastily put on his shoes
surprise. and a robe. If he kept thinking like this,
“Sure. He used to work in one of the. hed go soft. It was time to act. There
mills until four or five years ago, Then he wasn’t the slightest doubt in his mind but
got money enough from some place, to buy that Iris Harvey was the woman he'd
out a small-time bookie. What a life. But searched for so long.
me, I’d rather earn an honest living.” It was after one in the morning when he
Rober was garrulous and with a couple of tiptoed down the stairs. Miss Harvey had a
more drinks he’d continue to talk. Crawford room off the kitchen and as he approached
was wondering where Martel had gotten the the door, he drew the automatic and pushed
money to buy this bookie business—and just the safety to the off position. In a matter
about the time that Phil had vanished and all of seconds now, Phil would be avenged. No
his money had disappeared too. long wait for the courts to act, or having
Rober had a bottle, poured two stiff drinks a jury render its verdict more on the basis.
into tumblers and drank his like water. “Guy that the accused. didn’t look like a killer, -
like Martel, always with plenty of dough, and than on the facts. pos
me, hardly able to pay my room- rent. Look, Crawford was even telling himself there
we ain’t exactly pals and if you say nothing wouldn’t even be an arrest despite everything
doing, it’s okay. But would you lend me he could tell the police. To convict a killer
twenty?” there had to be a corpse. ;
“I suppose I could,” Crawford said. What He listened for a few moments outside —
WHERE THE BODY IS BURIED . a7
the door, heard nothing and took a firm grasp Crawford raced up the stairs. The second
of the knob. He turned it slowly, opened the floor was serene. He headed toward Rober’s
door about a foot and he saw her sleeping room, found the door unlocked and snapped
quietly. There was a window beside her on the light. Rober was lying across the
bed and enough moonlight streamed in to bed, still dressed, and within reach of his
help point the picture. dangling hands lay an empty whisky bottle.
Crawford raised the gun, sighted it and Certainly Rober hadn’t' yelled, and there
his finger curled around the trigger. She’d was only Martel left. Crawford hurried
murdered his brother! He kept telling him- back to the door which opened onto the steep
self that over and over again. She was a stairway. He had no difficulty seeing what
killer, a woman who thought more of money had happened. The lights from Martel’s
than a man’s life. A woman you’d instinc- room illuminated the stairway—and the
tively trust and who'd slit your throat for crumpled form with the curiously twisted
whatever was in your pockets. She had to neck which lay at the foot of the steep stairs.
die!
Over the sights of the gun, he saw her SOON Crawford heard Iris Harvey calling
stir, as if subconsciously she had become She’d been awakened too. He moved
aware of an intruder. She was actually a over beside Martel, picked up his wrist and
beautiful woman, he realized. No jury would felt for a pulse. He looked closer at. the
ever convict her, but it came to him in a staring eyes. Crawford had seen death too
flash of horror that they wouldn’t take long many times not to recognize it.
to convict him. Sure, he had a stery. A Martel had been in pajamas when he
good one too, which ought to draw some tumbled down those stairs. Near the leg cuff
semblance of mercy if he went to trial and of one he saw a small streak of blood. Bright
could prove he’d dispatched a murderess. red and fresh. He pulled the pajama leg up a
But could he? With only these few facts trifle. Just above the ankle, the flesh had
and virtually no concrete evidence? puffed out slightly. It was the same on the
Crawford lowered the gun slowly. In all other ankle.
those months he’d never thought of it this Crawford stepped over the» body and
way. He'd be killing himself as well as climbed the stairs slowly, looking at the
killing her. But once he had every proof, stairway railing posts. He saw nothing like
it-wouldn’t work that way. Once he could what he thought might be there. Then he
detail every step of her guilt and dramatically found himself in Martel’s room. It was
bring out undisputable evidence, the end of a neat place. Magazines and books were
his quest would turn out much differently. carefully placed on the tables and in a book-
“I’m protecting myself,” he murmured. case. A desk light was on and below it lay
“Tf I kill her now, she will have been the an open book. Crawford wasn’t much
death of two men, There’s no sense to it. interested in that.
T’ve got to get her—take her life in payment What really caught his eye was a thin
for Phil’s, but not sacrifice my own in the sheaf of currency also placed beneath the
process.” desk lamp. There was fifty dollars all told.
He backed out of the room and closed Two twenties and five two-dollar bills, with
the door quickly, before he changed his the corners torn off. Torn off just as Rober
mind. That had been close, very close. He had torn the five bills to remove the mythi-
suddenly felt like running to the front door cal and wholly silly bad luck that was sup-
and not slackening his speed until he was posed to go with a two-dollar bill left intact.
a hundred miles away. He didn’t have time to do any more
Then came a heavy crash. First there checking because Miss Harvey emitted a
was a hoarse cry from somewhere upstairs. scream from the foot of the stairs. Craw-
It grew and grew while the crashing noise ford hurried down. He calmed her and
kept on, until there was an anascessation wished he might also calm himself. A dozen
of both sounds. ideas were churning through his mind.
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Martel hadn’t been the victim of an acci- knew Miss Harvey was asleep so it had to
dent. Somebody had stretched a cord across be Martel. I just looked in that hallway
one of the top stairs and he’d tripped and and there he was.”
fallen. In fact, Crawford would have sworn “How do you know Miss Harvey was
that Martel’s neck had been snapped after asleep?” Jonas asked quickly.
he landed at the foot of the stairs. Martel Crawford shrugged. “Oh, I didn’t, of
had been murdered and a killing in this house course. I just guessed. Mainly because she
must have something to do with Phil’s was in a robe and she looked sleepy when
death. she came up on the second floor.”
Half an hour later a detective sergeant “Just how come you wound up rooming
named Jonas took down their statements. here?” Jonas asked.
Rober had been awakened and sobered rea- “No special reason. I lived at the Hotel
sonably fast by a look at the twisted corpse. Garde for a couple of weeks, but it was too
He told a plausible story. Hed started expensive. So I asked around about rooming
drinking when Crawford was in his room, houses and a guy who runs a diner told me
decided to finish the bottle and did. about this place. I telephoned Miss Harvey
“Only time I left my room after Craw- and that was all there was to it.”
ford went away,” Rober said, “was when I “And you never knew Martel before to-
went downstairs and paid my room rent. night?”
That was around eighty-thirty.” “Not me,” Crawford replied. “I don’t
“Yes,” Miss Harvey agreed. “That’s know any bookies.”
right.”
The mutilated two dollar bills! Crawford ONAS gave him a sharp glance. “Bookie?
thought of them instantly. Rober had paid Did you think Martel was a bookie?
those bills to Iris Harvey and somehow Come again, Crawford. Martel was one
Martel had come into possession of them. of those mysterious guys who never work
Why? Was Iris Harvey paying him for but always have money. Not too much, but
some reason? enough so he could loaf for a living. He
Sergeant Jonas had to raise his voice to never made book in his life.”
make Crawford hear him. “Snap out of it, “Rober thought that’s how he made his
Crawford,” he said sharply. “This is no dough,” Crawford said with a shrug. “I
time to daydream. Come into this next never laid any bets with him.”
room. I want to talk to you alone.” “Okay,” Jonas said. “Pd stick around if
Crawford shook himself back to. reality I was:you. It would look better if we needed
and trailed behind the detective. When the you in a hurry. That’s all. You can go
door was closed, Sergeant Jonas sat down. back to bed.” '
“Okay,” he said, “‘let’s have it.” As Crawford left the room, Rober was
Crawford stared at him. “What?” he on his way to see the detective. Iris Harvey
asked dully. sat in a corner chair, her eyes still red from
crying. Crawford pulled over a chair and
“There are a couple of angles to this I
‘sat down beside her.
don’t like, Crawford. Martel could have
been murdered. Now you're a newcomer “The way the cops are handling this,” he
said, “they have an idea it’s murder.”
in town, in this rooming house. You hardly
knew anybody here. But if you heard any Her eyes grew very round and her lips
argument between the dead man and any- opened to make a perfect “O.” She didn’t
body else, this is the time to say so.” say anything. She seemed too startled to
Crawford shook his head. “I was in my comment, ;
room, trying to sleep. I always have a hard Crawford said, “Rober claims he paid yeu
time sleeping in new beds. Then I heard his rent, went to his room and didn’t come
Martel scream. I ran to Rober’s room think- out again, Is that right?”
ing he was the one who had yelled, but he “I—think so,” she managed. “He did’
was lying across the bed, dead drunk. I pay me,” a
WHERE THE BODY IS BURIED Sas
“What kind of money did he use?” Craw- Crawford walked up to her and took the
ford asked bluntly. object from her unresisting hand. Then it
“Why, it was fifteen dollars. A ten and was his turn to gasp in astonishment. What
a five.” — she had found was a snapshot. It showed
“Did you see Martel after that?” _ Phil—and_ beside him, Crawford. A
“No. I read for a while and then went little younger, but there was no mistaking
to sleep. Why are you questioning me?” him. A snapshot Phil had always carried.
“Would you rather the police did?” Martel had known all along that he was
Crawford got up. “Our stories have to jibe Phil’s brother. He hadn’t talked because
and I was just checking up. I’m going to he was paid to keep his secret. But Iris
my room, if you don’t mind.” Harvey’s surprise was genuine.
Of course she was lying. Crawford told “Youre Phils brother. Griffen Craw-
himself this a hundred times during the next ford. But you said your name was Kent?”
hour. Rober had paid the rent. with those “Yes,” he said. “I’m Phil’s brother.”
two-dollar bills. Martel was a man who “Why -didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
lived without working and was never broke. “If Phil decided against marrying me, that
His money came from her. It was black- was his right. Why did you come here?”
mail money. Crawford knew she had killed “To kill you,” Crawford said simply. “As
Phil. That was it! And like all black- you killed Phil.”
mailers, Martel had pushed his luck too far. “I... killed him? But how—why—where
Iris Harvey could have arranged that did you ever get such an idea?”
cord across the stairway easily enough. “Phil wrote me about you. He wrote that
Somehow she’d known that Martel would he had drawn all his money out and was
be coming down the stairs and a fall would going to marry you. He came here, to this
likely be the death of him. town. I can prove it. Then he vanished
Then Crawford gave a low whistle. If and so did his money. Fourteen thousand
that was true, what happened to the cord? dollars. Murder has been done for a lot
He’d reached the stairway before Iris Har- less. And you came into money about the
vey and he’d actually looked for signs of time Phil vanished.”
the booby trap. There had been none, Who
removed it then? Somebody had to, unless GHE sat down on the edge of the bed. “My
his whole theory was crazy. money came when my father died. Mur-
Crawford opened the door and stepped der! You think I killed your brother?”
into the hall. The house had grown silent. “T know it,” Crawford said quietly. He
It must be close to dawn, he realized. Walk- was looking beyond her, at the further wall,
ing softly, he climbed the stairway. Martel’s noticing a motionless shadow.
room was brightly lighted. Somebody was in the doorway, just be-
He reached the door and saw Iris Harvey neath the hall light. His hand went to his
dump the contents of a dresser drawer on belt, where he’d carried a gun so long, and
the bed and start examining each item. remembered that the weapon was under the
Crawford frowned thotightfully. Of course! pillow in his room again.
He'd been a fool not te think of it. If Martel He said, “Martel knew the whole story.
had been blackmailing her, he must have He knew Phil had been murdered for his
hidden a statement about what he knew money and he had the proof. He knew, in
somewhere in the room. short, where the body is buried.”
She didn’t know he was there. Her back “But—but he couldn’t have told you I
was partly turned toward him and he saw killed Phil,” Iris Harvey cried.
her. pick up a small white piece of paper. “He told me everything he knew,” Craw-
Suddenly her hand went to her throat and ford lied. She suddenly turned to face him
she stifled a small scream. She turned sud- and her mouth opened to speak, but stayed.
denly and when she saw him, her face, agape. She stepped back a little.
already pale, went perfectly white. “Rober!” she cried. “Rober!”
50 THRILLING DETECTIVE
“Just stand where you are, both of you.
”
sliver of glass!
A Novelet by
STEWART STERLING
51
52. THRILLING DETECTIVE
chief, gave hoarse orders to a handie-talkie \sell them to the insurance company.
mike. With a quick-burner like this old loft
Pedley watched hosemen high on the building, only way was to be on the spot
eighty-foot ladder retreat in the face of vi- where the fire started before the flames burnt
cious spurts of flame from window apertures up what evidence there might be. Then, too,
below them. “Anybody in there, Mac?” what was a girl doing in a factory at eleven
“Hell, yes!” Chief MacKinnon put the p.m. when the superintendent didn’t know
Listen disc to his ear. “Bill Schacter, Thir- she was there?
ty-one Hose, an’ two of the Rescue Team. Fumes fogged the eyepiece of his mask
Superintendent of the factory says he was so he could hardly make out the door en-
the only one working in the building, but trances. One here at his right. Locked or
Bill claims he heard a dame up on the sec- bolted. The halligan would force it, but it
ond floor, screaming for help. They’re tryin’ would take time. Stairs, there, up to the
to find her. With those roof girders gone, third, at his left. Another door, outlined
that front wall won’t last five minutes.” with luminous pink-orange. He knelt, felt
Pedley took a halligan bar from the rack on the floor, and followed the hose in.
on the hook and ladder. “Where’d that back- Heat banking down from the ceiling was
like weight on his shoulders. It made his
flash come from? Top floor?”
fingernails ache and he could tell from the
“Third. Storeroom. They had fifty, sixty p.ickly sensation at the back of his neck that
thousand of those damn celluloid and py- the short hairs were singeing.
roxylin dolls racked up there. Burn like in- Out of the pandemonium—the crackle of
cendiary bombs. Glass eyes exploding, raw blazing wood, the hissing of cold water on
stock blazing like a battery of blow torches. hot metal, the constant, sprinkling tinkle of
Crysake! You can’t go up there! I’m tryin’ breaking ~'ass, the thud of falling plaster,
to hustle those boys out now—before that the roar of the twazjnch streams, the rumble
street wall caves in!” of motors in the street—he heard hammer-
“Won't take me five minutes, Mac.” The ing. It was toward the street, in that room
marshal sloshed through — puddles |. that behind the locked door. he hadn’t taken
gleamed like spilled claret under the appa: - time to force.
tus headlights, and went up a short!lade A soggy chunk of laster smashed across
sheathed with ice. Bilious yellow facies his shoulders, kno tad. him to his knees:
vomited from the window to which the lad- Steaming water ee _lown through the
der led. He fixed his mask, went in, felt gap in the ceiling, WE hing his legs as if
his way by pounding on the floor with the he’d stepped into an unbearably hot shower.
head of the halligan. He bumped into a file cabinet, then a stenog-
The planking wasn’t spongy but it was rapher’s swivel chair. Evidently the ham-
tilting toward the rear of the building. That mering was at the far end of the Plastoy
blast which had blown off the roof must office.
have loosened all the floor beams. Mac had The floor sagged still more. He crawled
overestimated : if the street wall didn’t come past a huge safe, a water cooler, saw the blur
down like the thousand tons of brick it was of a portable torch, touched rubber boots.
within three minutes, the marshal was a bad Two firemen were smashing at a metal
guesser. door. In the vague haze of light the word
loomed whitely through the smoke: WOMEN.
ROBABLY he shouldn’t have risked One man swung a mallet at the force bar
coming in; there hadn’t been any sugges- the other held on the lock. Sagging floor
tion.of arson from the Chief. Still, he had beams above ‘had wedged the top of the
to be sure. This was the season when fire- frame down over the door.
bugs sometimes did their stuff in the toy dis- Pedley stood up, went back to the steel
trict, right after the Christmas rush. If file, muscled it, slid it as close to the door as
Plastoy had really been stocking fifty thou- he could get.. The cabinet wasn’t locked. He
sand dolls, maybe somebody had decided to pulled the lower drawer way out, the next-
INNOCENT PARTY 53
part way out, used them as a ladder, climbed “Leggo.” The marshal rubbed icicles off
on top of the file, poked the curved point his eyebrows. “TIl be oke, soon’s I get a dry
of his force tool under the door frame. pair of pants. What about her?” He
Wood cracked under his leverage, but crouched by the limp figure, studying the
the file teetered. There was a dull, muttered delicately-boned features, the fine, spun-taf-
rumbling like freight cars crossing a bridge. fy hair. :
The light on the floor slid away. The fire- The surgeon made swift examination,
men scrambled back, were swallowed in used his stethoscope, did things with a hy-
smoke. podermic.
The floor angled sharply down from the “Smashed up inside, Ben. Wonder she
street. Bits of plaster stung the marshal’s lasted long’s she has. One in a hundred
hands and throat. The ceiling fell. chance.”
Pedley kept hold of the force tool, drove The girl’s eyelids flickered, wearily. She
its point into the floor as he toppled. The stared up at the cluster of men, dazed.
door banged open above his head as he clung Pedley put his face close; spoke slowly:
to the halligan’s handle, lying at a forty-five “All right, now. All over. Doc’ll take care
degree angle. He pulled himself up, grabbed of you.” -_;
the door sill. Her lips tried to form a word, but no
The air cleared, fumes and flames rising sound came.
like the spouting of a volcano through the “How'd you happen to be up there?” He
collapsed ceiling space. But he could see. helped to slide her on the stretcher.
On the white tile of the floor, pinned beneath She shook her head; her face twisted
a twelve-inch I-beam, was a girl. Sparks with remembered terror.
settling on her suit were making widening He didn’t want to try for an in extremis
circles of glowing gilt. statement from a girl in that condition; he’d
He worked up the slant to' the beam. She always hated to ask dying people if they
was alive but not much more. The falling realized they only had a few minutes to
beam had crushed her left shoulder and side. live. But he might have to come fo that, now.
He ripped off her smouldering jacket and “How'd the fis start? Understand what
beat out the sparks on re! skirt. I’m saying? How did the fire get started?”
She closed her eyes, moaning, “Joe! Joe!”
E TOOK a long min: $ hack away the Pedley got as far as: “What did Joe do?”
tile beneath her ei“ „h fo drag her out before he was pushed aside violently by a
from beneath the beam, Mw long it took to tall, thiu man with dark, fierce eyes:
haul her down that roof-sloping floor, a “Stell,” he cried. “I’m here, Stelli”
foot at a time, he couldn’t have told. But Half a dozen rubber-coated arms grabbed
by then both of them were half drowned in. for the man, but the marshal held up both
the deluge of icy water cascading from hands:
above. They must have hooked in the water “Leave ’m alone.”
tower, he realized, numb with cold, gasping
for breath because the downpour had CHAPTER II
knocked off his mask.
The wall gave way as he got to the stairs GIRL VICTIM
—brick and beams avalanching behind them
as he jumped, fell, sprawled in a heap just E WAS a tall man wearing a
inside the street door. vest but no coat. His shirt
sleeves were rolled up to the el-
Ladder-men pulled him out of the rub- bows. On his skinny forearms
ble, lifted the girl. were soot smudges, a greasy-
Pedley coughed up a thin trickle of smoke. looking spot where a spark had
“Ambulance, quick.” burned him, some scratches
The Department surgeon was at his side. with blood freshly dried on them.
“Easy, Ben. Lie down. We'll carry you.” “God sake, Stell!” He flopped on both
54 THRILLING DETECTIVE
knees beside her. “What was it? Why didn’t The siren shrieked like an animal in pain.
you go home?” Stella’s left hand twitched convulsively, her-
If she heard, she gave no sign; her eyes fingers relaxed on the edge of the cot. Some-
were closed; eyelids and lips both had that thing glittered to the rubber mat on the floor.
leaden blue which comes from more than Pedley picked it up. A small gold buckle
biting cold. with an inch of russet strap attached, “This
Pedley touched the surgeon’s arm. “I'll from her handbag?”
take him along in the amby.” He bent, Brenkow took frightened eyes off the
cupped a palm under the man’s chin, forced girl’s face long enough to glance at it.
his head up. “Have to get her to the hospi- “Looks like the color of one she had.”
tal, fella. Come on.” “She carrying it tonight?”
Enginemen slid her in the red ambulance. “Think so.”
They brought a ladderman, his face black Pedley put it in his pocket. The ambulance
and bloody, another, pale and greasy with zoomed into the Emergency entrance.
sweat, put them on the cots behind her. Two
assistants worked calmly at the oxygen dials. TARCHY internes lifted the stretcher,
Pedley pushed the tall man in ahead of whisked her to an operating dolly, into
him. The gong made staccato clangor. The an elevator. The marshal led Brenkow to the
ambulance got up to speed. waiting room in the Emergency wing. “You
The tall man groaned: “She going to and Miss Vrenn—pretty close, hah?”
die?” The man’s face was deeply etched with
The assistant holding the oxygen breather strain. “If she lives, she’ll be Mrs. Bren-
at the girl’s mouth felt of her wrist. “She’ll kow soon’s she gets out of the hospital.”
get to the operating room.” He moved one “How long you been engaged?”
shoulder slightly. “Been going around together, shows and
Pedley bent to examine a glint of light in parties, stuff like that, pretty near a year,
the blonde hair, removed a splinter of glass, But we only set the deal, really, tonight.”
examined it, slipped it into a cellophane “Oh? You asked her to come to the fac-
envelope, stuck it in his breast pocket. “You tory?”
the super, fella?” “No.” Brenkow hesitated, wretchedly.‘«J
“I'm Joe Brenkow, yes.” The man put didn’t know she was coming. She’d made up
his elbows on his knees, bent forward as if her mind to quit, that was all. Came down
he were about to be sick at his stomach, to get things out of her desk.”
covered his face with his hands. “It’s my “At ten-thirty on a Monday night? Why
fault Stell’s this way.” was she quitting?”
“Yair? Why?” “Some trouble with Gretz. I don’t know.”
“F told the firemen there wasn’t anyone A guarded look came into the superinten-
but me in the damn building. Didn’t. think
dent’s eyes. “She didn’t go into it, except
there was. I’ve been there since supper, in she was pretty upset.”
the stamping room, fixing a mould. I was all
“Yair?” A disgruntled employee; a night
alone until Stell came in around half-past
ten.” fire! Pedley couldn’t ignore the implications.
“Who's she?” “You stay here. Be a while before you get
any news. Just sit tight. I’ll be back.”
Brenkow took his hands down. “Stella .
Vrenn. Best doll designer in the business. The marshal found a uniformed policeman
in the Detention Ward, left him outside the
She makes up our new models for Gretz
waiting room.
after the old man approves the sketches, But
she didn’t have any work to do tonight—we There was a phone booth outside the Dis-
haven’t started to set up next year’s models pensary. After the marshal used his nickel,
yet. She just came to the office to get some a brisk voice answered :
of her things. We talked a while, she told “Bureau of Fire Investigation. Malloy
me she was going right back to te apart- talking.”
ment, so I thought she had.” “Time you did some work for a change,”
INNOCENT PARTY — 55
Pedley said. “Fan your pants up to Saint Marshall Pedley nodded, his face somber.
Vincent’s Hospital.” “Know how you feel. What happened to
“You hurt?” Barney Malloy was alarmed. the sprinkler system? Did the feeder freeze
“Don’t file a disability claim for me yet. up?”
What I want you and your notebook for— “The control valve was shut off. Might’ve
take down anything mentioned by a Stella been that way for a couple weeks; the Pre-
Vrenn, doll designer, twenty-six, blonde, vention Bureau only inspects twice a month.”
single.” The captain pointed to a smouldering heap
“Ah, ha! What room?” of timbers and brick. “The wrench for the
“Operating room. She’s on the table now, shut-off nut is supposed to be chained to
Barney. What she says under anaesthetic the valve, but it wasn’t there. It’s under
may be all we get.” that pile. Show you, when we get it cleaned
“Wah! My inner tubes do nipups when away.”
I smell ether and watch that kinda stuff,
“*Sokay. Meantime ask a couple your
coach.”
men to slant a shortie up against that second
“Don’t watch. Listen. And Barney—dig
floor, hah?”
around in the Insurance Claimants file, see
if you can come up with anything on a toy “That second floor hasn’t arly support.”
man named Gretz. And bring the inspection The Captain was dubious. “Beams’re just
folder on the Plastoy Building.” teetering on the lip of those retainer walls.
“On Queer Street?” Any of that weight above shifts while the
“Bears all the marks.” boys are damping down—boom!”
“My weight won’t make that much dif-
E CAUGHT a cab, was back on the ference, Cap. Ask Emergency to switch on
rubble-strewn, hose-littered street in five that search again, will you?” He took a
minutes. Even at that hour there were scaling ladder off Nine Truck, went up the
several hundred onlookers huddled behind short ladder the truckmen placed for him,
the fire lines, old men in bathrobes and over- stepped cautiously off onto the slanting floor
shoes, kids in overcoats and pajamas. Peo- as if walking a tight-wire.
ple who lived- near enough to have been
burned out if MacKinnon’s men hadn’t kept CHAPTER III
the blaze under control.
News photographers were flashbulbing TRAIL OF A FIREBUG
the shell of the gutted structure. There were
no flames, but a column of smoke and steam ESKS, files, tables, chairs, the
slanted up into the night sky. Sparks winked cooler all had slid down against
brightly against the cold stars. the blackened bones of the
He found the captain of the first due com- charred partition between of-
pany ; learned the alarm had been turned in fice and showroom. Only the
by Brenkow. anchored safe remained, in its
“Guy stood by the box in his shirtsleeves, original position, tilted over in
waving us on. Not that we needed it. Stuff a sheathing of spray ice.
was shooting out the windows like tracer He laid the scaling ladder flat on the slant-
shells.” ing floor, its tip caught around a leg of the
“That pyroxylin, yair. No use to take safe, and let himself down gingerly by the
color pix of the smoke here; comes out look- cross-bars.
ing like a rainbow, anyhow.” Most of the chairs and all the desks were
The captain looked ugly. “If this was one partly burned. The desk that had been most
of those things, lemme get my mitts on the nearly eaten out by flames was an oak flat-
bug before you take him down-town, Mar- top which evidently had been smack up
shal. Both boys who got hurt. They’re in against the inner partition; the linoleum
my company.” ; around the legs had been deeply charred
Se ~ THRILLING DETECTIVE
but beneath the four oaken feet, the floor he hunted through the rubbish, sifting every —
covering had merely been discolored by lump of plaster, combing all the crumbly
heat. char. The thing he was looking for couldn’t
One half of the plate-glass top of the desk have been knocked away by water or blown
had been shattered from beneath; shards apart from the other things in the handbag
stuck up like unruly hair on a boy’s head. by an explosion of the dolls which must have
The solid wood top had been ripped loose been in those drawers.-
from the right hand drawers as if pried up All he found was a sooty cylinder about
with some gigantic claw tool. This was where an inch and a half long and an inch wide.
the fire had started. He took special care with that, sliding it into
In the charcoaled drawers at the left side an empty tobacco tin and packing it in with
he found catalogues—water-soaked, curled cotton batting.
at the edges, yellowed with heat. Toy But the thing he expected to find wasn’t
catalogues. Dolls, puppets, figurines, with there. It might be the key to the torching.
export prices in guilders, pesos, marks. A He glanced up at the icicled ruins. The
white subscription sticker on one read STELLA party who'd "bonfired a building full of ex-
VRENN—12-51—PLASTOY—NEW YORK CITY plosives, endangering the lives of sleeping
17—NEW YORK—USA. hundreds nearby, wouldn’t have any more
Beneath the kneehole was a clutter of stuff conscience than a cobra. Let him get away
covered with burnt fragments of wood and with this and, sooner or later, he’d strike
twisted bits of wire, lumps of soggy plaster. again.
A typewriter upside down. A file tray.
Melted rubber stamps. A stapler. Paper |Pies when Pedley called at the hospi-
clips bronzed by the heat. tal, a nurse brought Barney out of the
He dug through the trash methodically, operating room. The deputy’s ordinarily
the glare of the searchlight reflected from ruddy features were drained of color.
the adjoining building giving him all the “She hasn’t said more’n a couple words,
light he needed. marshal. Near as we could make out, she
Under the burnt-through right hand muttered ‘Louise’ both times. You ask me,
drawers he found part of what he was leok- she isn’t goin’ to say anything more. Ever.”
ing for—twin warped aluminum rectangles “Bad, hah?”
hinged together at the bottom. The frame “Fractured. spine, punctured lung—I
of a girl’s handbag. The gold catch had wrote down all these medico terms,” Barney
fused into a blob of shiny metal. All = tapped his notebook. “Question of time,
was left of the russet leather was a @ray that’s all.”
and crumbly ash. “Yair.” Pedley handed him the tobacco
Nestling inside the frame were an enam- box. “Piece of burnt cork in here, Barno.
eled compact, a brass lipstick tube with Ask the lab boys to stick it under the spec-
the contents melted out, a cracked mirror, troscope, see if they find traces of flammable
hairpins, a misshapen fountain pen, a black- material.”
ened thin box which had contained aspirin, “Gasoline?”
a cigarette lighter and coins. “Brandy, at a guess. And get hold of
He put them all in his metal evidence Shaner. I-want photos of what’s left of the
pox and kept searching. There should be Plastoy office.”
something else, here. He went to the waiting room. A short,
The recall sounded for the companies white-haired, plump-cheeked Santa Claus of
which had responded to the third alarm. a man sat across the room from Joe Bren-
Gongs clanged, motors roared in. the street kow. The older man had an overcoat with a
below. glossy, astrakhan collar folded across his lap.
The heat of the masonry and smouldering He gnawed on an unlighted panatela,
woodwork began to dissipate. The mar- stonily ignoring the superintendent,
shal’s hands were numbing with cold. Still Brenkow jumped up, the question stark in _
INNOCENT PARTY 57
his eyes. ; : sured.” He spoke with dull bitterness.
Pedley said: “Still on the table. They’ve “You didn’t carry profit-insurance to
given her a transfusion.” cover what you might lose if your factory.
“She’s got a chance, marshal?” Tt was was burnt out?”
an anguished plea for some crumb of en-
couragement. HE manufacturer’s face betrayed twisted
“They'll let you know. Does she have misery: “How could I? In the toy busi-
anv folks who ought to be told?” ness, you got to be ready with new lines,
“No. Folks are dead. She lived with a new items, right at the start of the season,
friend. Louise Aymar, our office manager. er you don’t get any business. The first
Down in the Village. Three hundred twelve showings are next month; by then I wouldn’t
Jane. Guess T should’ve phoned Louise— even have machines set up again. So I’m
mayhe Mr. Gretz did, though.” He turned licked for the whole year and Joe Brenkow
to the Santa Claus individual. figured on that.”
“Phone? I phoned nobody.” The manu- “He wouldn’t have a job if he put you out
facturer stood up very straight, a little of business, would he?”
pompous, “Straight to the factory I went “Hed start in on his own with a lot of
when I heard about the fire on the midnight my moulds he could have stolen, and he
newscast. They told me a girl had heen wouldn’t have me for a competitor. This,
nearly burned to death in my office, so down it is not just a suspicion, y’understand. Only
here I came in a taxi. Now I am here, there this weekend, I hear that’s how they're
is a policeman who says I can’t go out again. planning to double-cross me. This morning
It’s not enough I lose everything in my already, I’d have fired the both of them, but
business, now I’m under arrest!” I wanted to be positive I wasn’t doing no-
Na
The marshal studied him bleak-_ body an injustice so I meant to take this
lv. Gretz was angrily resentful, but not at week to make sure my information was
the girl’s suffering or Brenkow’s distress. right.” Gretz clutched the marshal’s arm
“Precautionary detention, that’s all. Routine excitedly. “Somehow they have found out
in incendiary cases.” I got wise, decided it wasn’t safe to wait—”
“The fire was no accident?” Gretz whis- “They? Brenkow and. . .?”
pered hoarsely. “Stella! Who else? Between them they
“Tt was set. Any idea why it was?” got all the dope on my customers, my prices,
Pedley didn’t address either man directly. my models. What a stupe I been, trusting
Brenkow said nothing, looked away from the two of them with every secret it took
Gretz. The manufacturer held his cigar be- me a lifetime to learn. Now they got me
tween thumb and forefinger, pointing it at over a barrel.”
the marshal: Pedley thought of the girl on the operating
“Tf I could speak with you, confidential?” table. “Brenkow wouldn’t have wanted to
“You could come along with me to Miss kill his girl, would he?”
Vrenn’s apartment.” Pedley put a hand on
“That fella?” Gretz shook his head as if
Brenkow’s shoulder. “They're doing every-
utterly baffled. “You can’t tell what goes on
thing they can for her, fella.”
in his mind. Six years he’s been with me,
He led Gretz to the red sedan with the now he does a terrible thing like this. I’m
brass bell on the front bumper. When they not saying it’s absoultely so, y’understand,
were rolling, he asked: but I wouldn’t put it past him to make sure
“What’s your idea, now?” there’s nobody who could testify against him,
“That fire was set to ruin me, that’s if it comes to court.”
what.” The red sedan turned into Jane Street.
“Weren’t you covered?” Number 312 was half a block away. Pedley
“Insurance? On my stock, yes. On my pulled in to the curb, “Where were you
building, which the bank owns most of it tonight, say around ten, ten-thirty?”
anyhow, yes. But on the season, I’m not in- “At my church. All evening, since supper,
58 THRILLING DETECTIVE
I been at a church meeting. Around ten I “You trying to frighten us?!” ,
come home with Carl Harch—he’s a deacon, “Truth, Luddy. And,” Gretz turned to
too. We were eating a snack of bratwurst Louise, “that ain’t all. Stella, she was in
when I hear about this on the radio.” there, in the building somewhere. She got
As good an alibi as anyone would want, burned awful. She’s at the hospital.”
Pedley admitted to himself. “Who tipped Louise put fists to her mouth, made a
you off about Brenkow and Miss Vrenn piteous mewling sound.
planning to set up in business?” Pedley’s eyes roved around the‘fhuge
“Luddy. My boy. Our sales manager. studio living-room, more like a toy shop
From Louise, he learned about it. Some than a girl’s apartment. The bookcases full
day, I hope, Louise she’ll be my daughter- of dolls—dolls in’ Dutch costume, dolls
in-law. A fine, smart girl.” dressed like bullfighters, Javanese dancer
dolls, cowboy dolls, pickanniny dolls, and on
CHAPTER IV the piano, the television set, the cocktail
table. There were rag dolls, wooden dolls,
Misstnc BRANDY BOTTLE flaxen-haired bisque babies in fluffy dresses,
naked pink dolls with bald heads and dis-
T WAS a remodeled house and membered limbs. Three highball glasses
had only two occupants. The stood on the cocktail table, and a silver ice-
card beneath one of the three bucket rested on the bookcase.
f=
ae
mail-boxes said Aymar-Vrenn— Gretz was explaining: “The very worst
> Apt. 3 Pedley didn’t push the you haven’t heard yet. This gentleman here,
6 buzzer button. he’s the Fire Marshal. He’s claiming the
There was no elevator. The factory was set afire on purpose.”
stairs were steep and narrow. The wham- Louise dropped weakly into a low-slung
_ wham-whammity-wham of a dance band chair, wailing: “I told you, Luddy. I told
throbbed somewhere above in the musty you she was going to do something desper-
darkness. When they ‘reached the third ate.”
floor, the music was coming from apart- “She wouldn’t have done that.” Ludwig
ment three and with it the sound of dancing. looked stunned, like a man who’s just
Pedley knocked. stepped out of a wrecked automobile, “I
The door opened at once. The brunette know she was good and sore, but I don’t
who peered out was flushed, her hair was
believe she’d have done that.”
disheveled with dancing. She wore black Pedley sniffed at one of the highball
satin pajamas with gold braid on the jacket. glasses. The smell of brandy was strong.
It wasn’t a costume meant to hide her But there was no cognac bottle around
anywhere.
curves,
“Hullo!” She stared at Pedley, puzzled, “Having a little party?” he asked. “Was
Miss Vrenn in on that?”
then saw the manufacturer behind him in the
hall: “Mister Grete! Petesake!” Louise moaned, slumped over her chair in
a dead faint.
A young man appeared at her side, a taller,
sandy-haired, sandy-mustached edition of Ludwig ran for water while the elder
the toy maker. He wore neither coat or vest. Gretz bent over Louise, crying:
His mauve sportshirt seemed more suitable “Put her on the floor, yes? Bring blood to
to Miami than midwinter New York. her head ?”
“Poppa,” he exclaimed. “What the hell!” Pedley watched the girl’s eyelids flutter
Gretz cried: “Something terrible, Luddy! race *Where’s the brandy? That'll fix
The factory, it’s burnt down, completely! er.”
The girl opened her mouth wide arid her Ludwig hurried in. “Bottle in the kitchen
eyes became round with horror. Ludwig somewhere.” He knelt by the chair, hold-
pushed her aside, grabbed his father’s shoul- ing a tumbler to Louise’s lips.
der.
INNOCENT PARTY 59
N THE kitchenenette the marshal found had a few drinks—and when we got here
a small gas stove, a big electric refrigera- we had a couple more. Not tight, but just
tor, a sink with empty club-soda bottles, feeling good. Louise put some records on,
trays that had held ice cubes. On a white and I did a couple rhumba numbers with
enameled table was a half-full fifth of Cuban her, then with Stell. Everything was rosy
rum, But no brandy. and cozy until she made some crack about
He opened cupboards, a closet, the refrig- our having a drink to ‘celebrate what she
erator. Not even an empty cognac bottle and Joe were planning to do.”
could he find. Louise opened her eyes, looked up in sud-
He took the rum back to the living-room. den alarm. When she saw the marshal watch-
Gretz and his son were lugging the girl ing her, she struggled to sit up.
to the bedroom. Her lips were shut tightly. Ludwig held her shoulders. “Rest a min-
Pedley’d seen too many smoke victims to fall ute, hon.” He turned to Pedley. “Guess I'd
for a phony faint like that. had one or two over my limit or of course
“Try rum.” He held out the bottle. I’d have known Stell simply meant she and
“Couldn’t find any cognac.” Joe were going to announce their engage-
Ludwig chafed the girl’s hands. “That was ment. Everybody’d been expecting it for
a bad shock to her. She thinks the world of some time.”
Stell. Minute she comes to, she’ll want to Louise protested. “Please, Luddy! Don’t
rush to the hospital.” talk about it.”
Pedley lifted the dust-skirts of the double Pedley went to the side of the bed. “He'll
beds, peered beneath. “They wouldn’t let talk. You'll all talk. You think you can keep
her see Miss Vrenn. What happened to that still about it when one girl is damn. near
brandy, do you suppose ?” dead and two good firemen are flat on their
The manufacturer exclaimed, “It’s im- backs in the hospital? When a few hundred
portant? A bottle of liquor? At a frightful thousand dollars’ worth of property has gone
time like this?” up in smoke and a hundred people were
Pedley nodded. “Chances are the blaze turned out of their beds in the middle of the
was set by pouring brandy into some of night? You better talk; and get it straight,
those plastic dolls’ heads, touching a match too!”
to it. Easy to prove; be traces of pelargo- Ludwig fingered his mustache uneasily.
nate in the wood of the desk drawer where “He’s right, Lou. I can’t duck my respon-
the fire started. Stuff isn’t in rum or whiskey sibility.” He eyed the marshal gloomily.
or alcohol.” He opened a closet. Hangers “Poppa and I’d been knocked for such a
with skirts, coats, sweaters, nightgowns. A loop by what we’d learned about Joe and
man’s. overcoat on a hook. Shoe racks and Stell—their quitting and starting up a com-
hat holders. An agreeable scent of mignon- _ petitive firm—that I couldn’t think of any-
ette—but no tall, narrow-necked bottle. thing else when Stell mentioned their plans.
Gretz swore feelingly. “Such a fiend! So like a fathead I told her I wouldn’t drink
Who would do that!” to any lousy setup like that. She got angry,
Ludwig held the rum bottle to Louise’s naturally, and wanted to know what I
mouth. “Maybe Stell took the brandy with meant. One thing led to another, and I’d
her. She knew Joe was working late; may- let her know what we’d found out about her
be she took it so they could have a little and Joe.” :
nip together. They’ve been chumming , The girl on the bed struggled away from
around a long time. She asked him to come him. “I don’t see why you try to take the
here after dinner but he had to fix one of blame! Stell was the one who called you
the machines.” a scummy skunk! She was furious with me,
Pedley opened bureau drawers. “You said as well as with you. Banged out of here like
Miss Vrenn was sore. What made her mad?” a raging maniac!”
“I did,” Ludwig admitted unhappily. “We Pedley asked: “Did she have the brandy
had dinner at Lavretto’s, the three of us. Alt bottle with her?”
60 THRILLING DETECTIVE
Ludwig seemed startled.
“I don’t think Ludwig Gretz lay crumpled on the land-
so. I don’t know. ing at the top of the stairs, blood streaming
If she took it, I didn’t
see her.” from his forehead.
The marshal grunted. “I’m gonna take His father had vanished.
one more peek around the kitch.”
CHAPTER V
ONE of them came with him. In the
kitchenette he unscrewed a light bulb SEARCH FOR VENGEANCE
over the sink, found a plastic-handled cook-
ing fork in the table drawer, touched its LINGING herself on Ludwig,
tine to the light socket. There was a sputter the girl began to sob hyster-
of spark; the lights in the apartment went ically:
out. “He’s dead. His father killed
Louise cried out, in the bedroom. “The him. Oh, Luddy!!”
fuses!” “Cut it!” Pedley found the
Pedley screwed the blub in swiftly. “Got fuse box with his flash. “He’s
a flash?” He struck a match. alive.” He unscrewed the old fuse, balanced
“Top drawer beside the sink,” the girl a copper penny on the end of it, screwed it
called. back in the socket. Lights flashed on. “He
Ludwig came to the door of the kitchen- got a bang on the head, but he’s a long way
ette, holding a cigarette lighter cupped in from dead. Get up.”
his palms. “Got it?” She wiped blood off .the sales manager’s
Pedley opened a drawer. “No.” forehead with her sleeve. “He’s been hurt
“Candlestick—hurricane lamp—on the terribly! See?”
bookcase, Luddy.” The girl was still in the The Marshal put his flash on the wound.
bedroom. It was over the left temple. Sandy hair,
Pedley struck more matches. matted with gore, hung loose from a flap
Ludwig hurried away. “I can fix the of torn scalp.
fuse with a penny.” The hall door opened. “What makes you think his old man
Louise came in the kitchen. “I know it’s slugged him?”
there! I used it this morning; the top of “Who else could have? There was nobody
a salt-cellar rolled under the refrigerator.” else here.”
“Yair?” He wondered if Stella was sup- “You were here. In the hall with him.”
posed to have taken the flashlight to the “Ohhhh!” She sprang up, fled to the
factory with her, too. “Let's get that candle.” living room.
The matches went out. She brushed against He went after her. She bent over the
him in the darkness. For a moment she was phone:
very close, soft and warm and fragrant of “Operator—operator! Get me the police!”
mignonette, then she was past, modestly ex- He slapped his hand on the connection-
cusing herself: “Oh, I’m sorry!” bar. “Calm down. PII call for help if I need
The draught from the open door made the E
matches he lit flicker and waver. The light “POLICE !” she screamed, and clawed at
in the hall was out, too; it had been on the his eyes. :
same fuse.
He caught her wrist. She bit his hand.
Louise was nearly at the bookcase by the . He grabbed a handful of her long dark hair,
door, when she cried in sudden fright: bumped her head against the wall. Louise
“Luddy, you all right?” fell against the telephone table, overturning
No answer. it. She collapsed in a screeching heap on the
She screamed. floor.
The marshal whipped out the pocket flash “Don’t think I fall for the hysterics.” He
which never left him in = hours. He wiped away the blood oozing from his hand.
reached the door. “That fake faint put me wise to you.”
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INNOCENT PARTY — 6i
She glared up at his solemn, bony horse- “No.” She was frightened again.
face, at the soot smudge across his forehead, “Well. When I go, lock your door. Keep
the smoke inflamed eyelids, the spark-burn it locked until I get back here.”
on his jaw. “Why? Do you think Mr. Gretz—”
“You’ve no right to leave Luddy out there “Never can tell what might happen if
dying, in thé hall—no matter what you think those fuses blow out again. Stay with your
of me!” door locked, no matter who wants in.”
“He isn’t dying. Scalp wound, possible
concussion. Nothing more. I’m going to i E HOISTED the unconscious Ludwig
take him to the hospital. Before I do, I'd over his shoulder in the fireman’s carry,
like to know a couple things.” waited until he heard her lock the door be-
She waited, biting her lips. hind him, went down to the car.
“Why would Ludwig’s father want him The receiving interne at the hospital said:
out of the way?” “You're really wheeling ’em in tonight,
Louise stood up, shakily, smoothing down marshal. This one from the same fire?”
the front of her pajama jacket. “Mr. Gretz “In a way. Indirect casualty.”
must think Luddy suspects him. Of setting The interne examined the laceration.
the factory on fire.” “Our old pal, the blunt instrument, eh? You
“For insurance?” want him in the Detention Ward?”
“Its more’n he’d get if he closed out the “No. He probably won’t be here long,
business, which he’ll probably have to do if after he gets over the concussion, will he?”
Joe and Stella go after his customers. Es- “Id say not, unless there are internal
pecially the policy covering our stock. All complications. Reason I asked, the other
those items we didn’t move last season are one got away.”
a dead loss, can’t ever be sold. They’re the “Who?!”
kind of dolls nobody wants any more. They “Long drink of water. One who came in
were five, ten years ago, but Mr. Gretz won't with the Vrenn girl.”
acknowledge they’re not in demand any Pedley didn’t wait, strode to the waiting
more.” room. It was empty.
“Yair. Other thing: why’d you stage the The patrolman was in the dispensary
phony passout ?” drinking coffee out of a paper cup.
“T thought you were going to ask me about The officer was contrite. “Jeeze, Marshal,
the office, our accounts and like that. I didn’t that’s the first one who ever got away on
know what to tell you without making you me, J—”
suspicious of Mr. Gretz.” She held her arms “How long ago?”
out dejectedly, let them drop to her sides.
“Three-quarters of an hour. Just after
“After what he just did to Luddy, I don’t
you left. Word came down from upstairs the
see why I should hold back anything.”
Vrenn kid was dead so I hadda break it to
“Don’t.” this guy. He took it very hard. He turned
“T think he’s been rooking the business— the color of this cup, grabbed my arm.
it’s a corporation, you know—for weeks. Thinkin’ he was gonna do a foldo, I put both
Getting ready to go into bankruptcy, owing a arms around him, to hold him up. And the
raft of money, while he’s been drawing out son-of-a-buck slugs me with a fist that musta
ridiculous amounts of cash for expenses. I had a jackknife in it or somep’n—because
can’t say anything to him about it, of course; click! Next thing I know, one of the docs
he runs the company. But nobody draws out is bustin’ one of them ammonia things under
twelve and fourteen hundred dollars a week my nose.”
just to entertain buyers, the way he’s been—” Pedley growled. “I feel worse about it’n
“Would the fire cover up those with- you do. I should have told you he might
drawals?” l fly off the handle.” He punched the officer
“Tf our books, in the safe, were destroyed.” lightly on the upper arm. “We won’t enter
“Mmm. You got a gun around?” that one on the Pee Dee or Eff Dee activity
62 THRILLING DETECTIVE
reports, hah?” moving toward him. “You chase around
The cop was mightily relieved. “l didn’ t to three alarmers like I do, couple of times
send out any alarm for him, not knowin’—’ every day, watch kids being carried out in
“No. Just forgetsis.” Pedley hurried body bags, old women jumping from fourth
back to young Gretz, went through the sales floor windows—”
manager’s pockets, found keys, a wallet with “Skip it!” Brenkow snarled savagely.
an identification card: An’ stand still.”
Ludwig K. Gretz “T’m coming for that gun. My nerves are
11 Emerdale Drive too shot to sit under a muzzle while you
Seaview Village,
Brooklyn, N. Y. fix to blast somebody.” The marshal saun-
tered toward the fireplace. “You can drop
There was a number for Karl M. Gretz in
me. I can’t stop you. But the blues would.
the Brooklyn phone book, but nobody an-
They’d have you by morning. That cop at
swered,
The marshal kept the blinker going on the the hospital has your description cold.” 5
sedan all the way to Brooklyn Bridge and “Hold it, now! I’m tellin’ you!” Bren-
kow showed his teeth, began slowly to back
across.
Seaview Village was a development of` away.
stone and timbered Tudor “cottages” in Bay
“Stop playing Bogart!” The marshal
Ridge. Emerdale Drive was a wide strip of changed his tone to one of exasperation.
cement, a narrow. patch of lawn leading “Think I’m going to let you gun the first
from the Parkway. Number Eleven stood person you imagine’s guilty!” He closed in.
apart from its neighbors on a shrubbery- Brenkow lashed out with the pistol barrel.
secluded double lot. The house was dark. Pedley seized the man’s wrist. The .45
He rang the bell, heard its muffled jan- let go with a bark that echoed hollowly
gle inside, waited. through the big living room. Plaster sifted
After a minute he found the right key, from the ceiling. They wrestled around
opened up. He was feeling for the light when until a mild voice from the front door de-
a harsh voice said: manded:
“Just come in and close the door.” “Move him around so I can get a shot at
Pedley switched on the light. him, marshal.”
Joe Brenkow sat on the arm of an over-
stuffed chair in front of a stone fireplace. He CHAPTER VI
was still in his shirt sleeves. His eyes were
deep sunk in their sockets and as bloodshot More CLUES
as if he hadn’t slept for a week. An automat-
ic was clamped in his right fist, planted half- RENKOW gawked at the stocky,
way: between his hip and his knee. round-faced man in the sheep-
“Housebreaking?” The marshal shut the ~ skin-lined shortie. The new-
door. “Ten years for that, when it’s entrance comer stood halfway in the door,
at night.” i with only his right side and
shoulder showing. His right
E superintendent regarded him sullen- hand was in the jacket pocket.
“What happens to me in the next Pedley broke the superintendent’s grip, put
ten as doesn’t make a damn bit of dif- the pistol in his overcoat pocket, pushed
ference, after tonight.” Brenkow into a high-backed armchair.
“Think that’s the way your girl’d have “You and the Marines!” Pedley scowled
wanted it? What’s the picture? Aiming to at his deputy. ‘“Nick-of-time neddie! Who’s
settle accounts with Gretz?” that you got on the hook there?”
“Aiming to do something you can’t pre- Ed Shaner stepped into the living room,
vent. But maybe it’s a good idea you're here, pulling the toy manufacturer after him.
at that. Go over there. Park your pants.” “Something I found crawling around in the
“I'm too nervous to sit,” said Pedley, ashes over at the Plastoy Building, coach.
INNOCENT PARTY B
He was spieling some yatada about owning combination. You had the insurance. You
the joint, so I thought I’d bring him home could have come up those stairs into the
and see if he was leveling or not. I tried to office without my knowing it. You were the
get through to you on the shortwave, but no one told Luddy that by tomorrow Stella
could connect.” wouldn’t have any job.”
Gretz burst out: “He arrested me. For “Would I rob myself,” Gretz shouted, “of
what? Trying to get in my -own safe! In my my own money, godsake ?”
own building!” Pedley cut in. “Never mind the robbery.
“Trying, hell.” Shaner shoved his felt hat What we're after is the person who set a fire
back off his forehead, planted his fists on his that killed a girl.”
hips, cop-style. “You were up that ladder Gretz quieted. “No! Stella dead? No!!”
and into the safe before I could get across “She was half-dead,” the marshal went on
the street to you.” brusquely, “before the fire started. Some-
Pedley said: “What were you after, one had knocked her over the head with a
Gretz?” flashlight ;there was a sliver of glass in her
/ “My insurance policy.” The toy manu- hair that came from the flat lens of a two-
facturer was livid with anger. “Is it a battery flash. They’re holding an autopsy on
crime?” her now.”
“Sort of—to keep a policy in the factory Brenkow sprang at Gretz.
where it might burn up.” The marshal Shaner stepped in, stuck out a foot. The
watched Brenkow. The super bent his head superintendent went sprawling. Gretz cow-
forward in a half crouch; his eyes narrowed. ered against the door.
“You get the policy?” Pedley hauled Brenkow to his feet. “Un-
“Its gone! Stolen!” Gretz was almost der arrest, Brenkow.”
incoherent. “It’s ruin absolute for me. In The super snarled: “What for?”
that policy I was keeping twenty thousand- “Resisting an officer,” Shaner answered.
dollar bills, unnerstand? My whole cash re- “Next time you try it, you'll need to visit a
serve! Gone!” dentist for a new set of choppers.”
“Most people stuff their wad into a mat- “Take ’em out to my car,” the marshal or-
tress nowadays,” Shaner observed. “Once dered. “We'll run ’em down to BFI offices
in a while you find some old-fashioned dodo and get some statements on paper.”
who keeps his dough in a bank.”
Brenkow said softly: “You're a rotten liar, HEY marched out to the sedan.
Gretz. You were damn near broke. The Shaner said: “What about my bus?”
business was next door to bankruptcy. You “You can come back for it. We’re going
made me let good operators go because you to stop at Jane Street to pick up another
had trouble meeting the payroll. You never customer.”
had any twenty thousand reserve. You’re Gretz said: “What? Who? My Ludwig?”
trying to make it look as if Stell rifled your “Your son,’ Pedley flicked on the blink-
crummy strong box, now that she can’t call ing red eye, “is in the hospital with a cracked
you a liar. Well, J can!” He started up. cranium. Miss Aymar seems to think you
“TIL call you worse than that, and prove it!” know about that.”
Pedley shoved him down on the chair. “Know?” Gretz wailed. “What I know is
Gretz cried :“You got it wrong, Joe. That my factory’s burned, my business ruined,
ain't it, at all. Stella couldn’t have .opened my money stole, now my boy is dying! It’s
the safe, any more than you could. Unless the end of the world, for me!”
one or the other of you got the combination Brenkow, sitting on the other side of
from Louise. She was the only soul living Shaner in the back seat, commented fiercely:
who knew that combination, outside myself.” “What do you think it was for Stella?”
Brenkow’s fingers curved into the position On the way to the bridge, the shortwave
which would be used for throttling. “Don’t began squawking. It was Barney reporting
lay it on either of the girls. You had the from the Broome Street lab:
64 THRILLING DETECTIVE
' “That burned cork, boss—the boys say it The manufacturer’s mouth hung open
contains traces of—wait a minute, I got it stupidly. “What?” :
here—pe-lar-go-nate. They said you’d know “He came here after you. Right, Bren-
what it was. Are you getting me, boss?” kow?”
Pedley switched over: “I hear you, Barno. The super went to the door of the bed-
Put it all together, it spells murder. That is room, stood with his back to the marshal.
all.” He signed off. “You’ve got it all figured out. You go ahead
He parked down the block from 312, and tell it.”
herded Brenkow and Gretz up the narrow “I can’t tell what went on in your mind.”
stairs, Shaner bringing up the rear. Pedley moved toward the bedroom door.
There was a light under the door of Apart- “But I’d say that while you were in the
ment Three, but no one answered his knock. hospital waiting room, you decided Gretz
It didn’t make any difference. The door knew how that fire started. So after you,
wasn’t locked. slugged the cop and got away, you came over
He went in. here. You knew your way around this place;
There wasn’t anyone around. you’d been here often enough with Miss
Louise’s black and gold pajamas were on Vrenn.”
one of the twin beds; a pair of slippers lay on “That’s so,” Gretz contributed eagerly.
the floor. Pedley looked in the closet.
“Chick’s flown the coop.” He described peer came close up behind Brenkow.
her to Shaner. “But if you hop over to Saint “You had a bad break when you got here.
Vincent’s, you ought to find her roosting The lights were out in the apartment; a fuse
close to young Gretz.” had blown. There wasn’t any light in the
The deputy brightened. “Want me to take hall. You weren’t making any more noise
her downtown?” than you had to, but you made enough so
“Bring her back here. And watch your- that Mr: Gretz, sneaking down, kept out of
self, She’s like one of those dolls. Highly in- your way on the landing.”
flammable.” Gretz hunched his shoulders, held his
“Goodie.” hands up in front of him. “Him, I passed,
Pedley went tothe door with him, gave there in the dark? Gott in Himmel!”
him further orders. “I’m not kidding. She’s Brenkow swung around, a pucker of awe
hard-to handle.” creasing his forehead. “Crysake, believe you
“Way I like ’em.” Shaner went down- have got it all doped out!”
stairs. “Yair? Wait. When somebody came out
The marshal stooped, scraped something of the apartment onto the landing with a
which sparkled like a diamond chip from the cigarette lighter.in one hand, you slugged
door sill, returned to the living room hold- first, looked second. Soon’s you saw it was
ing the bit of glass on his palm. Ludwig, Miss Aymar called to him, and
“Another piece of the flashlight lens.” He you beat it downstairs as quietly as you
let theny see it. “Picked it up where you could, not wanting to get pinched for assault
knocked Ludwig cold, there at the: top of on the wrong party.”
the stairs, Brenkow.” Gretz breathed: ““Me—he meant to kill.”
The superintendent rubbed the back of his Brenkow nodded deliberately. “Do it yet,
left hand across his mouth as if to bag him- if the state doesn’t take care of you first.”
self from answering. “Joe, listen! To you I swear—” s
Gretz’s eyes bulged. “After how I trust “Shut up.” Pedley made a brusque ges-
you, Joe! After all I done for you! This is ture. Time for that, later. You stuck to your
the way you repay me!” idea, Brenkow—went out to your employer’s ,
Pedley put the splinter of glass into a sec- home, broke in—”
ond cellophane envelope and: stuck it in the “Broke, hell. His- cellar door was un- -
tobacco tin. “He didn’t mean to bop your locked.” The super gave a short, ugly laugh.
son.” ‘ s ; “Okay. You waited for him to come home.
INNOCENT PARTY 65
I saved you from murdering the wrong per- The girl was frantic. “Aren’t you even go-
son.” ing to phone in an alarm?”
High heels clattered on the stairs. The A siren wailed nearby. Pedley went to a
hall door burst open. Louise halted in the window, ran up the venetian blinds, pulled
doorway, huddling her leopard coat around up the sash. Twin red eyes loomed at the
her, in consternation. end of the block.
None of the three men moved. Pedley said He went out in the hall, called down:
drily: “Been out for a walk?” “Everything under control, Shaner?”
She turned to Gretz. The deputy’s voice boomed up the stair-
“Tve been over to the hospital—to Lud- case, “Damn good thing you told me to keep
wig. He phoned—I mean a nurse phoned for that extinguisher handy. Come down and
him—he’d left his overcoat here. There were see what I did with it.”
some things in it he wanted, so I took it over
to him...’ CHAPTER VII
“Yes, yes.” Gretz bobbed his head. “Is
he all right?” Guitty Man
“They had to take five stitches in his
scalp.” She peeked out of the corners of her HANER stood by the foot of the
eyes, fearfully, at the marshal. “But there’s stairs. The smoke came from a
no fracture or anything. They said he was wadded ball of newspapers and
lucky. Hed been hit terribly hard.” wrapping paper. It had been
Pedley said: “You're lucky, too. Running . pulled apart, doused with the
around at night with a murderer breathing half-gallon brass extinguisher
down your neck. I told you to stay in here * the deputy swung at his side.
with your door locked.” “Sucker had that stuck right under the
She fussed with her hair. “Yes, but Lud- stair-risers, coach. With that stairwell for a
flue, wouldn’t have taken three minutes be-
dy—”
Brenkow stalked to her, head lowered, fore the whole joint’d have been chimneying
bull-like. “Lou, did you ever give the combi- up like a rubbish basket.”
nation of the safe to Stell?” “Nick of time neddie, again.” But Pedley
“N-no. Of course not.” smiled, wearily. “Played it right, Ed. We
“Or to me?” could have been barbecued up there if you'd
“W-why, no. Certainly I didn’t.” She re- missed.”
treated, scared. “Did anybody think—” The booted laddermen clumped in from
“He did.” Brenkow’s finger stabbed ac- the street with hand torches and axes.
cusingly at Gretz. “He claims somebody “What you got, marshal?”
stole twenty thousand bucks cash out of the Pedley moved around the clump of paper,
safe. I say he’s a damn liar.” The super touched the figure on the floor with his shoe.
paused, watching Pedley. “T guess you can list it as a malicious false
The marshal had his head tilted back, his alarm, boys. He’s malicious enough, God
nostrils distended, sniffing. knows.”
Gretz whispered: “Smoke?” One of the hook-and-ladder men stooped
Then they saw it. A thin, wavering wisp of to peer at Ludwig. “Would he be the rat
blue gray, wreathing into the lighted door- who put Bill Schacter on the Critical list,
way, curling lazily toward the ceiling. now?”
“FIRE!” Louise dashed for the door. “He’s got more than that to account for.”
Pedley caught her. “Cut it, now. Keep Pedley clamped a hand on the manufactur-
quiet.” er’s shoulder. “Leave him alone.”
Brenkow was tense: “No fire-escape in “But, look—he’s hurt!” Gretz yelled at
this building! We’re trapped.” Shaner: “You hurt him, when he’s a hospi-
Gretz moaned: “This place, it'll burn like tal case, already!”
- a box of matches!” The deputy held up his left hand. “7
66 THRILLING DETECTIVE
shoulda stayed in the hospital instead of Louise moved out from behind the newel
bonfiring a dwelling-house, comin’ at me post where she’d been crouching. “You al-
with this when I caught him red-handed.” ways liked Stell so.”
The open blade of the jackknife glinted Pedley answered. “He didn’t like her so
wickedly in the firemen’s torches. much after she got sore at him, told him she
The sales manager groaned, put his was going to quit Plastoy and—what was it,
hands to his mouth, rolled over on his side. Brandy-Burner? Did she threaten to phone
One lapel of the overcoat, which Pedley had your father that she’d seen you opening the
seen in the closet upstairs, was soggy with safe, or at it while it was open?”
blood. “Get up,” Shaner commanded.
Ludwig stumbled to his feet. He wore his PSs spat at him, his face showing
trousers but beneath the ‘open front of the the savage ferocity of a cornered animal.
coat showed the white of a hospital night- “That’s close enough. Either she came
shirt. He had his shoes on, but no socks. right out and accused you of stealing that
Pedley looked him up and down. “Must twenty thousand or you were afraid she
have left your private room in kind of a knew you had it and might spill the whole
hurry.” Ludwig hawked up blood, cursed keg of nails to your father. You saw a chance
him thickly. to stop that and cover up your own tracks,
“Stand against the wall.” The marshal —it was a cineh your old man was going to
shoved him back ungently, knelt with his give you the bum’s rush if he did find out
pocket flash at the sales manager’s trouser you'd cleaned out his cash reserve. So you
cuffs. “Here we are.” He picked out a made some excuse to Miss Aymar—”
third fragment of glass. “When you brained She turned away, began to sob.
Miss Vrenn in the office, your flashlight— “Don’t take it so hard. I don’t say you'll
one you swiped out of her kitchen drawer—
be charged as an accessory. Not up to me.
busted. Some of the glass went in her hair, But if the D. A. asks me, I'll say you helped
stayed there until we found her in the Wom- me.” The marshal gathered some of the
ems Room where she’d crawled, half dead,
charred newspaper for his collection.
to get away from the heat.” “Brandy Boy probably gave you some line
Ludwig started to kick at the marshal’s about wanting to go after your roommate,
head, saw Shaner’s threatening movement when she stormed out of the apartment, to
with the extinguisher, changed his mind. make it up with her, bring her back—maybe
Pedley stood up, fished out a third cello- with Brenkow.”
phane envelope, stuck the sliver of glass in She sobbed more loudly.
it. “Bit of the lens came out of your cuff
when Brenkow bopped you upstairs on the
“Yair. Well. Then, he must’ve cooked up
landing. Makes it come out nice and_neat
some explanation when he got back here.
for the Prosecutor. Exhibits A, B and C.”
You were scared I’d start asking questions
about that, so you pulled that stage faint, I
“Luddy,” his father begged. “Tell me! can’t claim any credit for thinking some-
Tell me it’s lies!” thing was rotten a lot closer than Denmark.
The sales manager grimaced. Then when somebody’d been nipping cognac,
Pedley said: “You know it’s no lie, Gretz. and there wasn’t any bottle around. What'd
Hell, you suspected it yourself. That’s why you do, Brother Bug? Give it the heave-o in
you scramoosed out of here in the dark, so I an ash barrel down the block? Or any flash-
wouldn’t put the quiz on you about Ludwig. light, when you said you had one. . .”
Don’t doubt you wanted to see what he’d Brenkow breathed like a man in agony.
stolen from your safe, but it wasn’t because “If I'd known, I would have killed you,
you mistrusted any of the others; it was Luddy.”
because you never trusted your own son. “I told you,” Pedley reminded him, “you
Not even enough to let him have the com- were lucky you didn’t murder the man you
bination to the safe.” meant to.”
“But why? Why did you, Luddy?” The super made heavy apology. “I am
WHERE DID IT COME FROM? HOW DID IT GET HERE?
sorry I tried to kill you, Gretz.” speed. He slapped at the marshal’s hand.
“Better you should have,” his employer The keys went flying. Shaner lifted the ex-
answered dully. “Now, what have I got to tinguisher. The nozzle hissed. Ludwig
live for?” clapped his hands over his eyes, howling.
Brenkow turned on the Marshal. “If you Pedley wrenched him around. “Don’t
knew all this, why didn’t you tell me—out at want to get that nice overcoat all messed
his house?” up.” He stripped the coat from the sales-
“Didn't, then, fella. It’s hard to get proof manager’s shoulders, felt in the pockets,
that’ll stand up in court in arson cases; found nothing, But at the bottom hem, be-
juries don’t send a man to the death house tween the outer fabric and the lining, there
on the basis of some burnt bits of wood. And was a crackling. He used the jackknife, slit
sometimes you get proof that isn’t really the cloth, extracted the crisp oblongs of
evidence. Like this.” Pedley jingled a bunch green. There were nineteen of them.
of keys on his palm. “Miss Vrenn’s keys. “What'd you do with the other one?”
He used ’em to unlock her desk, after he’d Pedley stuck the money in his tin box.
knocked her out, in the office. Then like most “Hand it to one of the hospital orderlies to
people, he automatically put the keys in his take you down in a service elevator?”
pocket; it gets to be a habit. He never Ludwig shuddered. The extinguishing
thought of throwin’ ’em in that drawer vapor had chilled him. He looked ridiculous
where he spilled the brandy. I found ’em in in the floppy nightgown tucked in his pants.
his pants when I took him to the hospital. “What’s the matter—cold?” The marshal
That’s why he tried to cremate us just now; didn’t seem too sympathetic. “Don’t worry,
he knew I had these; he’d remembered his you'll be hot enough, one of these days.”
mistake—and missed ’em.” He pushed the salesmanager toward the
Ludwig’s hand darted out with snakelike red sedan.
A PROPER YOUNG WOMAN or,
NEVER
POISON
YOUR
HUSBAND
A True
Story of Crime
oe
LEQ MARR
VERY murder might be called a youth; she was of marriageable age, she
E bad - guess—the victim having was pretty and well behaved and well
guessed wrongly about his associ- reported, and, most dear to the feminine
ates. In the case of Anne Wells, there heart, she was besieged by eager suitors.
were a whole flock of bad guesses. . . Well up front in this race for her af-
Anne Wells was a very comely young fections were two prosperous young
woman who flourished in the town of goldsmiths, John Brewen and John
London around the year 1589. This Parker. They were friends, but as has
was, in a way, the high point of her happened before and since, a woman
68
A PROPER YOUNG WOMAN 69
came between them. knowing what a sorry bargain he had
Impartial friends and Anne Wells’ struck. ~-
own family, rated Brewen as a solid When Parker heard the news he was
citizen, a dependable bread-winner and furious. He made a violent scene and
a good Joe, in addition to being perfect stormed at Anne and reproached her for
husband material. Parker, on the other faithlessness to him.
hand, was distinctively a phony and “I am sorry for the promise I made,”
about as trustworthy as a bank teller Anne confessed, “but there is no help
with a charge account at the local race- for it now. You will not marry me.”
track. Anne’s friends and family boost- “T am not in estate to marry,” Parker
ed Brewen, whereat the fair maiden fumed.
preferred Parker in the way of females “And what of thy child?” she re-
the world over. Brewen showered her proached him. For she was indeed in `
with attention and gifts—and being in a delicate condition through this same
the jewelry business, he could really do making merry with Parker.
some showering. She took his gifts, but He would have none of her reasons.
turned up her nose at him and made He was mad with jealousy and even be-
merry with Parker. fore the marriage he began to urge
Anne to do away with Brewen. If she
wouldn’t break her promise, if she
Parker Asks Gifts Back
would go through with the marriage,
then Brewen must be disposed of, so
This made Brewen sore. He took it
for awhile, but finally called upon the Parker could possess her again. And
girl for a showdown.
so infatuated with him was the girl,
that at length she consented.
“As you despise me so much,” he said
There is a kind of woman who invari-
hotly to her, “I’ll have back my gold ably picks the man who is worst for
and jewels.”
her—and the worse he is to her, the
“Stay for it,” she answered, this be- more she clings to him. Such a woman
ing the local equivalent of “you can was Anne Wells Brewen.
whistle for it, kid.” She had been married about three -
Brewen was no doormat. Seeing that days when, under Parker’s repeated
Anne was turning into a first-clas gold- urgings, she began to plan her poison
digger he lost his temper and went out campaign against her husband.
and got a cop. Returning with the con- Her passion for Parker was so all-
stable, he demanded that Anne be ar- consuming that it turned her indiffer-
rested for keeping his jewels and golds. ence toward Brewen into active hatred.
The fair damsel, being of respectable He took her the night of their marriage
stock, nearly swooned at this and back- and the experience revolted her so that
_ tracked so fast she nearly fell over her she vowed never to go near his bed
own feet. again. For excuse she said she would
“Nay, John,” she cried, “I will marry never live in his poor sorry excuse of a
thee. Let this action fall and think not house and after that first night she went
ever the worse of me afterward and I out and secured lodging near the place
give thee my solemn promise that I will where Parker lived. She also refused
wed thee.” to use the name of Brewen and contin-
Brewen’s temper vanished. He had ued to call herself Anne Wells. If Brew-
_ reckoned her lost and suddenly saw vic- en wanted her back, she told him, he
tory in his hands. He was a little over- would have to get her a better house.
come at his good fortune. He instantly The separate lodgings gave Parker
dropped the charges and made exultant an unparalleled chance to visit her for
preparations for his marriage, little various purposes, among them being the
Ww THRILLING DETECTIVE
one of discussing the elimination of which seemed to have taken her.
John Brewen. He brought her a small “Aye, there is more—enough for two
packet. portions as good as this—or I will make
them as good.”
Brewen Hands Over Poison “Then why grieve?”
“It grieves me to see anything so
“This is a strong, deadly poison,” he good unluckily cast away.”
told her, “whose working makes speedy “Vex thee not,” he said. “Thy ill luck
haste to the heart, without any swelling go with it.”
of the body or other sign of infection. “Amen,” she said piously, but having
This will rid us quickly of yon Brewen.” a quite different idea about her ill luck
Anne Wells had gone a long way in than he did. Then a new idea occurring
three days. From a simple, if pretty to her, she said, “John, I pray you,
and spoiled girl, she had hardened into would you fetch me a penny worth of
a steel-hard, unscruplous woman con- red herrings? I have an earnest desire
sumed with a passion so terrible that all to eat some?”
moral scruples seemed consumed in its “Marry, and with a good will,” he
blaze. She took the poison and went to said eagerly.
her husband’s house where she greeted
him with a smile and gave him a pleas- Makes More Sugar Sops
ant good morning.
“T had thought,” she told him, “to While he was gone she hurried back
make you this cold morning a mess of to the kitchen and like the witch in
sugar sops, for it is the week before Snow White, hurriedly made up a new
Shrovetide.” mess of the sugar sops and spooned out
Brewen, who had reconciled himself three portions, one for her husband, one
to neglect, was touched by this sudden, for herself and one for a little boy she
unexpected attention, ` had brought along for company on the
“Aye, marry, with a good will, wife,” walk. Her husband’s, however, got spe-
he said. “And I take it very kindly that cial attention, she seasoned it liberally
you should so think of me.” with the same poison.
“Alas,” replied she, “you must judge When he came back she passed out
me unkind indeed could I not find it in the portions and all three began eating,
my heart to do so small a matter for quite merry and friendly.
you, being so lately married.” A little later, John Brewen was at-
With which pleasant repartee, she tacked by violent pains and griping in
went with smiling face to prepare the the stomach.
Judas feast, the poison secreted in her “Wife,” he said, “I feel not well.”
garments. Having made the sugar sops, “How so?” she asked in mock sur-
she sprinkled it liberally with the prise. “You felt quite well before you
poison and brought him a porringer went forth, did you not?”
which she set down momentarily while “Yes,” he said, and some suspicion
she put the posnet on the fire again. As that the food might somehow have been
she rose, her coat swung wide and up- spoiled entering his mind, he asked.
set the porringer which fell and spilt “Are you well? And the child?”
its contents all over the floor. “Indeed,” she said. And the little boy
“Out!” she cried. “Clumsy—I have answered that he felt all right.
spilt as good a mess of sugar sops as But Brewen became rapidly worse.
ever I saw.” “I am sick to my very heart,” he
“Is there more?” Brewen asked, feel- groaned. Then the vomiting began—of
ing her disappointment and loathe to a violence which seemed to tear the un-
shatter this unexplained good mood fortunate man apart. ;
A PROPER YOUNG WOMAN. 1
5 “Wife,” he groaned, “help me to my ered that Anne was with child, and
ed.” presently she was delivered, but there
His pains increased and he continued were none who suspected it was any-
vomiting and retching, with such strain one’s but John Brewen’s child. For some
as to leave him limp and exhausted and reason, the infant was not strong and
all but dead after each seizure. And died soon after its birth.
Anne Wells, the tender, delicate maid
who had married him, stood by and Anne Is Free
watched without a touch of pity.
The hour grew late and she was im- Anne Wells Brewen was now as free
patient to go. as before she had ever met John Brew-
“Stay with me,” he pleaded, but she en. Freer because she now had her own
said she could not. So she left and lodgings and was not even under the
Brewen was alone through the longest supervision of her family. And now her
and most horrible night of his life. All door was open to John Parker and the
night the pains wracked and tore. him illicit passion, nourished by murder and
and he never ceased retching and gasp- secrecy, flamed in all its purple over-
ing with an effort which seemed to tones.
break him up inside. Something happened to these two. As
The next morning neighbors found Anne Wells had grown hard and un-
him and took a message to Anne that he scrupulous and determined, so Parker
was very sick and asking for her, but became more evil and lustful and unre-
the message had to be repeated before, strained. The basic wolfishness in the
grudgingly, she came. She did not try man came to the surface. He used Anne
too hard to appear in grief, even when as though she were a harem slave, bru-
he weakly reproached her for leaving tally venting his desires upon her, and
him alone. becoming so harsh and demanding that
“Wouldst have me forsworn?” she she dared not cross him in anything he
said angrily. “Did I not take an oath said. Moreover, he was so jealous of
I would not stay in this house one night her that if she ever glanced at another
until you had gotten me a better?” man, he would threaten her with his
Brewen groaned. “Aye,” he agreed, knife.
“but stay with me now Anne, for I am He ordered her about like a slave, he
not long for this world.” spent her money and demanded more,
“Now God forbid!” she cried and feel- and if she ever denied him anything he
ing victory in her grasp, made the effort would slap her around, or draw his dag-
to show some sorrow. She even went to ger and flash it before her eyes, threat-
the kitchen and made him a caudle with ening to thrust her through. And the
sugar and spices, which of course he meeker she became and the more she
could not eat, even though it presumably tried to please him, the more arrogant
had no poison in it. and difficult to please did he grow.
John Brewen died that day, a Thurs- Two years went by. And though all
day, and was buried the next. He was this time Anne had begged him to mar-
well liked and sincerely grieved by those ry her, he had refused. Now she was
who knew him and they sympathized with child again. And this time there
with his unfortunate widow. It was was no husband to conveniently tag
agreed that she had not behaved her- with the blame.
self too well towards her husband, but “Now I am undone,” she wept. “If
this was attributed to ignorance rather you will not from desire, for my credit’s
than malice. They suspected nothing of sake marry me and suffer me not to be
evil intent. a pointing mark for others and a shame
As the months passed, it was discov- among my neighbors.”
72 THRILLING DETECTIVE
Her tears only annoyed Parker. to Anne Wells Brewen in the matter of
“You'll not appoint me when to marry,” her husband’s death. But this was evi-
he snarled. And then he added the per- dence of a very hot quality. So the local
. fect, the finishing touch. “If I were constabulary arrived and carted off
minded to marry, I would be twice ad- Anne Wells and John Parker.
vised how I did wed with such a strum- They were questioned separately,
pet as thyself!” Ann by Alderman Howard and Parker
All of Anne’s spirit was not broken. by Justice Young. Both denied ever
“Strumpet is it?” she cried. “And having made any statements which
have I ever been strumpet but for thee? would seem to cast suspicion upon the
Woe that I ever knew thee! It is thou manner in which John Brewen had met
and no other man who can triumph in his death. Both denied there was any-
my spoil and yet art thou knave enough thing irregular in Brewen’s death or in
to refuse to make amends for thine own their own asociation.
fault. My love has thou sufficiently tried, And then they pulled that oldest’
of all
although I never found any by thee. police tricks on Anne Wells. They told
Strumpet is it? Who made of me a her that Parker had confessed. He had
strumpet?”’ thrown all the blame on her. Now was
the time to tell her own story if she
Parker Reproaches Her didn’t want to be saddled with the en-
tire crime.
Parker laughed. “Wouldst marry me Let it be said in Anne’s defense that
to the end that thou mightest poison me the trick was not as old then as it is
as thou didst thy husband.” This was now. And thousands of detective stor-
the unkindest cut of all and Anne reeled ie hadn’t been written using it, so that
before it. “For that cause,” Parker every reader of the whodunits is long
rushed on, “do I mean to keep me as familiar with it. It was probably brand
long out of thy fingers as I Gan, and ac- new to Anne Wells. Besides, she was a
cursed may I be if I trust thee or haz- simple girl, as mentioned before.
ard my life in thy precious hands.” Anyway, she swallowed it. She broke
“Arrant beast,” she breathed. “What down and confessed the whole miserable
did I do that thou didst not provoke me plot and implicated Parker as her ac-
to do? If I poisoned my husband who complice. Parker’s rage when he was
gave me the poison, who cajoled me in- told, can be easily imagined. The man
to giving it him? Shameless one, it. had had been giving way to temper more
never been done but for thee. It was at and more anyway and there is little
thy direction did I minister it unto him. doubt -that he was rapidly becoming
It was for thy sake did I perform so dangerous to the community.
cursed a deed, woe is me.” At the hearing it was determined that
This was only one of many similar Anne Wells was indeed with child, as
quarrels in which the temper of the an- she claimed. She was taken to the coun-
tagonists overcame their natural cau- try to wait her time and with some
tion. And Anne’s desperation drove her sense of the dramatic, Parker’s trial
to accusations and statements which was postponed for the same period un-
‘were very revealing. Their voices pen- til she-could be brought back and tried
etrated the walls of the lodgings, the with him. He languished in prison
neighbors heard and were aghast. It while Anne waited out the months un-
was only a matter of time before some . der guard in the country and until her
shocked and righteous character trotted time had come and the child was deliv-
to the police and unloaded a full account ered.
of what had been overheard. Then she was brought back to Lon-
No suspicion had ever attached itself don and prison. They were tried in the
A PROPER YOUNG WOMAN 73
sessions hall near Newgate. The trial her. The execution was carried out on
was pretty much a cut and dried affair. the 28th of June, 1592, just two and a
Anne’s confession was on record and half years after they had murdered
she did not try very hard to repudiate John Brewen.
it. Parker’s furious denials helped him There is probably a moral here some-
not. Anne Wells was sick at heart and where, but I can’t imagine what it could
soul now and there is little doubt she be. John Parker and Anne Wells had
knew her life had run its course. carried off a crime which was perfect
Whether she felt remorse or not the rec- enough—it was simple, quick, neat, it
ord does not state. Perhaps she did. left no damaging clues lying around and
Perhaps the months away from Parker no one ever suspected them. If they’d
had cleansed her of the curiously un- had sense enough to keep their mouths
healthy passion which had so perverted shut, no one would ever have suspected
her character. But she did crave an end them. Maybe we’ll have to fall back on
to the whole sorry mess. the oldie—murder will out. The mor-
And she got it. The conviction was alists of Anne’s day put it somewhat
speedy and the judge’s sentence as bru- differently.
tal as the times demanded. “The Lord give all men grace by their
“I condemn this woman to be carried example to shun the hateful sin of mur-
to Smithfield and there burned alive der,” wrote Thomas Kyd, “for be it kept
and the man to be hanged in the same never so close and done never so secret,
place before her eyes.” yet at length the Lord will bring it out.
And the sentence was so carried out. For blood is an incessant crier in the
Anne Wells had the doubtful pleasure ears of the Lord and He will not leave
of seeing John Parker kick out his life so vile a thing unpunished.”
before her as she watched, just before Divine justice is sometimes very slow,
the hungry flames crawled up to claim but it can be awfully thorough.
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DYING to MEET YOU
A Novelet by G. T. FLEMING-ROBERTS
CHAPTER I
ANTICIPATION Is SWEET
R. S. NOLAN HART had spent Edith, the sweet girl he had married, added
M ten years of his life traveling over to her usual caution: “And don’t get into
a geographic area bounded on the any trouble, Sam.”
north by Lansing, on the south by Kokomo, Contemplating Sam Hart for a moment,
on the east by Fort-Wayne, on the west by this seemed a needless warning. He was in
Danville. You would not think he would every way middle-of-the-road. He had just
be particularly thrilled about entering a hotel passed thirty, was medium height, blond,
room. mild mannered. The beginnings of a tummy
In fact, up to the present time, Mr. Hart attested the fact that he was getting the
would have readily admitted that hot and most out of modern ease and comfort.
cold running water, Gideon Bibles, chamber- Had he been endowed with sufficient fore-
maids, an over-abundance of steam heat, and sight, he would not have undertaken this
wild parties in the room next door, taken journey at all. He would have sickened at
collectively, were’not attractive to him. the glimpse of the future and taken to bed
But this time it was different. with an ice bag at his north pole, and a hot
This time he was out of his territory. water bottle at the opposite extremity.
Secondly, he was not selling fountain pens, Mr. Hart began his middle-road idea of
as usual. Thirdly, he was a one-man. re- a good time as soon as he alighted from the
ception committee for a supposedly young train. His first thought was for his family,
and presumably attractive woman. He spent an hour shopping for a chrome
On leaving home, he had been so intoxi- electric egg-cooker for his wife, and a toy
cated with the prospect of exploring what G-man outfit for-Junior. Next, he disre-
was for him, untrammeled ground, that garded Edith’s scruples to the extent of two
WHAT PRICE MURDER Riccara Borden put out her hand, gave
him her lip-smile. “The best of luck, Mr,
-A Novel by CLEVE F. ADAMS Hart.”
__AND MANY OTHER STORIES They went down in the elevator together.
82 THRILLING DETECTIVE
CHAPTER III wasn’t sufficient light to see the man’s face
clearly. The outline of his head was dis-
PRESENTING “Mr. WIENNY” torted by a shock of uncombed dark hair.
His figure was slightly stooped, probably be-
EAVING his key at the desk, cause of his height. Slim-waisted, his body
Sam hurried out to the front of gradually thickened from the belt to im-
the hotel. The doorman hailed mense shoulders.
a cab. “Yeah?” he said hoarsely.
Sam gave the driver the “Tm looking for Mr. Wycoff, the lawyer.”
North Street address and got The big man turned his head. “MacFar-
into the back seat. He held his lan,” he rumbled to someone inside, “here’s
coat tightly about him in an effort to this guy wants to see a mouthpiece.”
quiet his quivering body. Something jabbed “Tell him to come in,” the unseen voice
relentlessly into his side, and when he looked replied.
at it, he shivered all the more. “Come in.”
The goading thing was the G-man outfit Sam Hart hesitated. “Ts Mr. Wycoff
in his coat pocket. It made him think of here?”
Junior and Edith. He saw them as they “Yeah. Sure. You come in and I'll call
would be sitting in the courtroom, looking him.”
toward him confined in the dock. He saw “I—I don’t mind waiting out here.” Sam
Junior’s little face, twisted, anxious and was reluctant.
tired. And Edith with a madonna-like sad- The big man pounced, seized Sam by the
ness, her lips soft and quivering. fullness of his coat front, dragged him
He tore his thoughts back to present through the door, swung him around, kicked
emergencies. The cab had just rushed past the door shut. He barked. “When I says
the corner of North and New York Streets. come in, I don’t mean stay out.”
Just beyond, a dilapidated hotel sign swung Sam looked up at his face. Big, square
ona rusty hinge. “Beer on tap” was spelled teeth gleamed between parted lips. He con-
out in neon lights through a grimy window. tinued: —
No, this wasn’t a nice neighborhood. Not “Why, I wouldn’t keep a dog out on a
the sort in which he would ‘have wanted to night like this. I should’ sa-ay not.” He
raise Junior. Then Sam tried to rationalize brought a hand down on Sam’s shoulder.
the neighborhood with the fact that some of Sam twisted around, tried to brush the hand
the finest medical and legal practices flour- off. It wouldn’t brush, and he was shoved
ished in the worst parts of a big city. through dark, dusty portieres drawn close
The cab stopped in front of a barnlike over an open doorway.
frame house, dark except for a dim light Ina lop-sided chair beside a table, sat a
struggling through a ragged net curtain and small, lean, white-faced man: His lips
a film of dirty glass in the door. dangled a cigarette, and his eyes squinted
The numbers 711 were vaguely discernable through biting smoke. “Hi-yah,” he said.
against the dark green weather-boarding. His was the voice of the man addressed as
Sam Hart got out, paid his fare. The cabby MacFarlan. He was cleaning an automatic
left him alone on the sidewalk. pistol.
The porch that fronted the dwelling was “You want to see Wycoff, huh?” Mac-
decidedly on the down-grade. Sam’s feet Farlan said conversationally.
groped, as though he expected to fall into a Sam Hart swallowed. He didn’t say any-
bottomless pit at any moment. He got to thing. Behind him, the big man grabbed
the door, knocked on the glass. The noise him by the back of the neck and squeezed
startled the silence of the night. until Sam thought his spine would snap.
Sam could see a man approaching through “Can’tcha talk, huh?” he growled.
the glass of the door. The man seemed to “Take it easy, Wienny. Hell come
‘increase in height with every step. There across.” Cigarette ash snowed down on
DYING TO MEET YOU 83
MacFarlan’s vest. He went on polishing his I know that. She knew what would happen
gun, to her if she did. But you having something
“Mr. Wycoff isn’t here just now,” he said. to do with this darn fool contest Ricky won,
“Sit down,” MacFarlan invited with a wave I figured maybe she told you something.”
of his gun at a chair. “She didn’t,” Sam said.
“Pd rather stand,” Sam said, edging out “She coulda told the world on that darn
of Wienny’s way. contest entry blank,” Wienny growled. “I
told you you was a dope when you mailed
W ENR lunged after him, took him by the thing for her. I said—”
the shoulders, and shoved him toward “Shut up, Wienny,” said MacFarlan.
the chair. “There wasn’t any harm in her interesting
Sam gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, herself in that fool stunt. I put the contest
hooked up his right fist to Wienny’s middle. blank in the envelope and mailed it myself.
It was a pretty good punch. Sam’s eyes I knew she was getting kind of cool toward
burned with the pain in his fist. Wienny let me, and I was watching her plenty.”
go of him, took a couple of steps backward, “Tf you'd laid off that torch singer, Ricky
bared his teeth. wouldn’ta got sore at you,” Wienny said.
“You lousy little punk, Im goin’—” “And we'd be sittin’ pretty right now instead
“Cut it, Wienny,” MacFarlan said. “Cut of chasin’ around tryin’ to keep Ricky’s trap
the back alley stuff. Mr. Hart’s a gentleman. shut.”
Quit mauling him. He’s got brains. He’s “Nuts!” MacFarlan said. “Tm talking to
going to come across.” He smiled. Mr. Hart here. Mr. Hart, I guess you know
“Go on and sit down, Mr. Hart. Don’t you’re in a bad spot. We are about the only
start anything with Wienny. You couldn’t guys that could do you any good.
lick him. I never met a guy who could. It “I hear there was a dame in your room.
wasn’t sense, wading into Wienny.” It didn’t look like you treated her nice. It
Sam went over to the chair, unassisted by looked like she was stubborn. It looked like
Wienny, and sat down. you were steamed up and slashed her up
“Cigarette?” MacFarlan reached for a until she looks like minced meat.”
pack, and offered a match. MacFarlan lit “Don’t.” Sam was miserable.
another cigarette. “We got a few simple “Don’t what? Is this kind of offensive to
questions to ask you, Mr. Hart, We want to your ears, Mr. Hart?”
know how much Ricky told you.” “Just don’t. I didn’t have anything to do
Sam kneaded his knuckles and looked at with the killing of that girl. I know who
MacFarlan. did. You did, or maybe that—that skunk.”
“T guess you’ve made some mistake. I Sam pointed to Wienny.
don’t know anybody by that name.” `. Wienny started across the floor. “Lemme
“Riccara Borden,” MacFarlan repeated. rough him up, Mack. Hear what he called
“You know her. What we want to know me?”
is how much she told you.” MacFarlan interrupted. “Cut out the kid
“About what?” Sam scowled. stuff, Wienny. You cut it out, too, Mr.
“MacFarlan, you gotta work on guys like Hart. This is strictly legitimate business
this,” Wienny said. “He’s holdin’ out on talk. I never killed the girl. I don’t think
us,” Wienny killed her. I think you killed her,
MacFarlan ignored Wienny. He smiled but we won’t argue.
at Sam. “The point is, the coppers are going to
“Riccara Borden tried to communicate think the same way I do for the first time
with you in some way, Mr. Hart. We got to in my life, and what are you going to do
know what she told you. Not that it makes about it?”
much difference, because I don’t think you’re “I don’t know. Just let me get out of
going to make trouble. _here, that’s all I want. I don’t know anything
“Ricky wouldn’t try to get to the cops, about any of this.”
84 THRILLING DETECTIVE
Sam took out his handkerchief and blew Wienny shot in his right to Sam’s middle.
his nose. Over the linen, his blue eyes Sam saw that coming, too, and covered with
looked from MacFarlan to Wienny. Wienny both hands. The thing that did the principle
made gritting sounds with his teeth, That damage was Wienny’s knee kick to the chin
always made Sam nervous, like running his as Sam doubled over.
fingernails down a piece of slate. Sam fell back, hit the chair he had hetii:
“Listen, Mr. Hart, Wienny and I and sitting in before he hit the floor. Wienny
some other guys would like you to do a little stooped, got hold of Sam’s right foot, started
favor for us.” MacFarlan got up and went to twist it off at the ankle. Somebody
to a closet. He opened it and took out a knocked at the door, and Wienny let go of
black Gladstone bag. Sam’s foot. Sam’s legs fell back to the floor
“We want you to deliver this to a certain
like sticks of wood. He lay still, sick, dead
gent tonight,” he said. “I think you'll tired, afraid.
He wasn’t particularly interested, but he
agree, when I say if you don’t, we could
did see MacFarlan shove the Gladstone back
call in the cops. They’d be glad to see you,
into the closet.
I guess. Murder gets around fast these days
of radio. Crime don’t pay, you know, Mr. “Put Hart-in the basement,” MacFarlan
Hart.” said. “You stay down there and keep him
quiet. I don’t like the sound of that knock.”
AM rested his hands on his knees and Wienny stooped from the waist, hooked
his fingers in the lapels of Sam’s topcoat,
leaned forward in the chair.
heaved Sam to his feet. He held Sam by
“I think you two are a couple of crooks,”
the collar and seat of the pants and rushed
he said.
him out of the room to the top of the base-
Wienny laughed.
ment stairs opening off the kitchen. He
“He thinks were a couple of crooks,
turned on a light in the basement from a
Mack!”
switch at the top of the stairs. Then he
“And,” Sam continued, “I’m not running
kicked Sam from behind.
any errands for a couple of crooks. Nor am
Sam tried to make his legs catch up with
I afraid of the police. In fact, I think I'll call
them myself!” the acceleration the kick had lent him, He
He stood up and started toward the table spun half around, clawing at the wall.
for the phone. Wienny blocked him off with His body then performed a series of stunts
wide-spread legs, and arms bowed like an none of which were clearly recorded in his
mind, but which left lasting impressions
ape’s. Wienny weighted his left fist. And
for a moment Sam Hart was stricken with upon his body. He hit his head on the edge
of a step and his forehead gashed open.
something like buck fever.
Lying on his face on the floor, he smelled
Wienny’s blow came a long distance, blood.
otherwise Sam wouldn’t have coordinated Wienny came down the stairs quietly and
his nerves and muscles. in time to duck. slowly, like a pall bearer approaching a
When he ducked, it was simply a matter of casket.
hinging at the knees so that Wienny’s fist “Hit me, will you!” he whispered.
went over his head and knocked his hat off. Sam wriggled over on his side. He drew
his knees up toward his body. He blinked
up at Wienny. He swallowed. i
“Yeah,” he said. “If you’d fight fair, Pd
hit you again.”
“Tough guy, huh?” Wienny sucked his
Q FIGHT HEART DISEASE lower lip in between his teeth and bit it. Then
he hauled back his right foot and kicked Sam
eb. 11-18 is AMERICAN HEART- WEEK in the back. Sam groaned, but he didn’t
know it. He didn’t pires anything.
DYING TO MEET YOU s5“
CHAPTER IV Piermont Street. And Junior had called the
kids names. Maybe-he’d called them skunks.
_ JUNIOR COMES TO THE RESCUE And the kids had mobbed Junior then. No, |
he hadn’t fought back. They’d punched him,
O doubt about it, Sam Hart was in the nose and hurt him.
extremely surprised at being Who punched: you, Junior? Well, it was `
alive. He opened his eyes grad- Willie Martin, the big kid.. The biggest za
ually, expecting Wienny to kick in the whole room.
him again. But he didn’t see Okay, Junior, tomorrow at recess, you <
Wienny. He saw the basement to Willie Martin. You tell Willie you owe
wall and a couple of half-rotten, him something. Then you hit Willie straight
wood washtubs sitting on a bench, with a in the nose. Hit him just as hard as you.
wringer clamped on the edge of one of them. can.
Wienny, he told himself, was on the But Willie would hit back. Well, ET
other side of him. He lay still, listening, he would, but Junior was to hit Willie good
trying to hear Wienny’s breathing. He didn’t and hard anyway, and keep right on hitting
hear anything but a ringing in his ears, and him.
the distant mumble of voices. That did it. Junior was sent home from |
Sam turned over on his back. Something school for fighting. Willie went home with a
gouged into his side, and he pictured a bloody nose. Willie’s dad came over to Sam '
broken rib. But the jab of pain wasn’t so Hart’s that night with Willie hanging on to
bad, because he hurt so much all over. He his coat.
sat up, hands flat on the concrete floor in Willie wasn’t scared now. Maybe in later
an effort to stop its slow, rotary motion. He years he’d get scared. Anyway, Willie would
blinked, and that hurt his face. Blood from never forget his dad, nor forgive him for
his forehead was forming a tight, painful humiliating him that way.
mask. Sitting on the floor of the basement, look-
ing at the package he had for Junior, Sam
Sam prodded himself with his fingers.
Hart remembered all this, and grinned. Then
Sore, yes, but he didn’t think anything was
he got up on his feet. He didn’t think he
broken. The thing that gouged painfully into
his side was Junior’s G-man outfit, still could stay on his feet very long with the
floor turning under him, but he managed
wedged into his coat pocket. He pulled it out
to stagger to the wall and brace his back
with some difficulty and looked at the box.
against it.
He saw Junior coming home from school Then he opened Junior’s G-man outfit.
once, crying, his nose bloodied. Junior was It contained an imitation automatic that
undersized and the bigger kids at school would shoot water, a pair of handcuffs that
made his life miserable. could be opened with a hairpin, a magnifying
Sam Hart remembered arguing with glass, and a little nickel badge that said
Edith about what had happened to Junior. “Chief G-Man” on it.
Edith wanted Sam to go out and give the Sam took out the water pistol. It seemed
kids who had punched Junior, a licking. And realistic enough, but it seemed absurdly small
Sam wouldn’t do it. when he thought of scaring a man as big as
He'd told Edith that might hurt Junior for Wienny with it. Still, if Wienny got a
life. It would make Junior. lose his self- stream of water in the eye, it might distract
respect, Sam had argued. him long enough to enable Sam to hit him
After Edith had finished calling Junior with something.
“you poor baby” Sam had taken Junior Sam dropped the rest of the outfit in one
aside, and had a heart to heart talk with him. of the wooden tubs, started looking around
How had it started? for a water outlet. There was a-cistern pump
Well, it had started with the big kids near the tubs, but it was rusty and looked
throwing Junior’s hat in some fresh tar on as though it hadn’t been primed for months,
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‘ABOVE the pump was a shelf on which in for that killing. Think you can persuade
stood a cardboard box and a bottle, him to see things our way?”
both so dusty, he could make out neither the . “Huh!” Wienny grunted. “Can I make
label of the one nor the contents of the him see things our way! I can make him see
other. He picked up the box and lumps of plenty.”
blueing fell out onto the floor. “Don’t croak him, Wienny. He won't do
Sam put the box back, took the bottle and us any good dead and he might do us some
uncorked it. He sniffed at the mouth of the harm.”
bottle and tears blinded him for a moment. “TI hit him easy, but in the right places.”
The bottle contained ammonia water. Wienny’s heavy footsteps shook the floor.
Sam poured some of the ammonia into Sam hurried down the stairs as fast as
the top of the box the G-man outfit had come his aching legs would take him. He backed
in, and before the cardboard could soak up against the side wall of the basement, both
the stuff, he sucked the water pistol to its hands behind him, hiding his puny weapons.
capacity. Wienny came down the stairway ‘like
Sam turned his attention to the clothes something Frankenstein had made. He
wringer. He wanted something to hit looked at the spot where Sam had been and
Wienny with. He tried to take off the then his eyes roved to where Sam was now.
wringer handle but it was welded to the drive He bared his teeth.
shaft. “Well, buttercup,” he said. “Well, well!”
The tension knob at the top of the wringer He started over toward Sam.
was about three inches in diameter and made “After your nap, you see things different,
of cast iron. He unscrewed this knob. huh? You'll kick in with us, huh. Or should
The threaded shaft was cast into the metal I swab up the floor with you?”
and came off with the knob. If he gripped the Sam steeled himself to the attack.
shaft, the heavy knob would stick out the Wienny came closer. Then he stopped
thumb end of his fist. An upper cut with smiling. “What you got behind you, guy?
that ought to produce about the same results Come on, let’s see what it is.’
as brass knuckles. “This.” Sam pulled out the gun, raised
Holding his water pistol in his left hand it to eye level.
and the wringer knob in his right, Sam tip- Wienny croaked out an oath, and his right
toed across the floor and up the basement hand shot up toward his shoulder, but he
steps. The door at the top was closed, but didn’t pull a gun. Sam didn’t let Wienny’s
he could hear MacFarlan and Wienny taik- hand stop at the conveniently located gun
ing. MacFarlan was saying: butt. Sam squeezed the trigger of his squirt
“That dick knows something, Wienny. pistol and the needle of ammonia water hit
He don’t know enough, but he sure poked Wienny in one eye.
around plenty. He even made me open that Both of Wienny’s hands went up to shield
suitcase. It was darned lucky my clothes his face. His mouth twisted like the mask
were piled on top of the stuff. We get of tragedy on a theater program. He doubled
caught with that, and we’re finished.” over.
“Sure,” Wienny said. “But as long as Grinning, taking plenty of time, Sam
they don’t catch us with all that ney clenched the cast-iron knob, and swung his
dough, what’s our worry?” . right fist. It landed on the side of Wienny’s
“We got to eat, don’t we? And we got face: Wienny staggered backward, still
to get out of this town. We got to pass that fighting the ammonia in his eyes. His voice
stuff to our distributor, and blow. We can’t roared. He stumbled, sat down on the floor.
pass the stuff because that dick’s got his “Get up, Wienny.” Sam was surprised by
eye on us. his own calmness.
“We got to get this Hart guy to do it. Wienny got up, though it seemed Tis.
You got to make him do it, Wienny. He knees were hinged with damp dish towels.
wasn’t scared of our gag to bring the cops He opened his eyes, saw Sam boring in, his
DYING TO MEET YOU 87
right arm waving like the blade of a wind- one hand still holding his gun. Blood was
mill. oozing from the side of MacFarlan’s head.
Wienny tried for his gun again, but the Sam scrambled through the kitchen door
wringer knob landed on the top of his head. into the dining room. He ran into the liv-
He went down hard this time, and there was ing room, then the hall. He opened the front
a look of semi-permanence in the way his door and yelled: “Police! Police! Help!”
hulking body sprawled out on the floor. Sam pointed Wienny’s automatic into the
air and kept pulling the trigger until there
o bent over him just long enough to were no more bullets in the gun.
pull the automatic from Wienny’s shoul-
der holster, then he put aside his squirt gun CHAPTER V
and the wringer knob, and ran for the steps.
He could hear MacFarlan moving around Hatt THE ConguerINc Hero _
in one of the rooms. Sam opened the door,
stepped into the kitchen. MacFarlan came BIG man, almost as big as
through the kitchen door. Wienny, came running up on to
“That guy give yet, Wienny?” he asked. the porch.
“Tt sounded like—” He saw Sam then. His “Here!” he grabbed Sam:
shrewd eyes narrowed, flicked down at the Hart’s shoulder. “Stop that yell-
gun in Sam’s hand. ing. What’s the matter with
“Put your hands up,” Sam commanded. you? Put down that gun.”
“I just licked the devil out of Wienny.” He Sas backed, pointed the empty gun at the
laughed a little hysterically. man.
“Now, Mr. Hart, there’s no reason to act “T want the police,” he said.
that way. You got me and Wienny all “Well,” said the big man, “you don’t
wrong.” MacFarlan was trying diplomacy. want the whole darned force, do you? I’m
“I got you and Wienny dead to rights, the precinct detective. Who are you?”
you mean. Put your hands up, or do I let “Sam Hart. They kidnaped me. Wanted
you have one in the—in the stomach?” Sam me to do some of their dirty work.”
stepped closer to MacFarlan. “Kidnaped, huh? I thought Mac was
“Well, if you feel that way about it,” Mc- up to something. Where’s MacFarlan now?”
Farlan said, “I may as well give up. I “Tn the kitchen. I killed him. I killed him
shouldn’t quibble with anybody who can lick with this gun, the gun I took from Wienny.”
Wienny. My gun’s in my shoulder holster.” The dick frowned. “You took a gun from
Sam nodded. “I know.” He reached out Mike Wienstar?” He strode in the front
to take MacFarlan’s gun. MacFarlan, how- door and Sam followed him. Sam followed
ever, did not keep his gun in the same place him clear into the kitchen where MacFarlan
Wienny did. So, he kicked up at the gun in was still laid out on the floor.
Sam’s hand, back-stepped; drew from his “I know it looks bad for me,” Sam was
hip pocket. saying, as the dick knelt beside MacFarlan.
Sam knew what he had to do then. He did “But I didn’t do murder, honest. I’ve got a
it. He tugged on the trigger of Wienny’s good reputation if you'll just check up, I’m
automatic. The blast of it deafened him. just an ordinary sort of a man. I got a wife
The recoil nearly broke his wrist. and a boy.”
MacFarlan lunged forward, his gun in his The dick turned, looked at Sam Hart.
hand. Sam yelled, turned, started to run— “Shut up, will you? .This guy isn’t dead.
not that there was any sense in trying to You just vaccinated the side of his head with
outrun a bullet. Something behind him a bullet. Just a sealp wound. Where’s
plunked to the floor. There was silence. Wienny?”
. At the kitchen door, Sam turned around “Down the basement. He’s laid out. I
slowly. He looked toward the floor where knocked him out.”
MacFarlan- was lying, arms outstretched, - “Huh?” The dick stood up. He looked
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Sam up and down. Then he went down the Tt wasn’t long before the wail of a siren
basement steps and looked at Tap lying announced the men from Headquarters.
on the floor. When they. stepped out of the car, the
“Ts he dead?” Sam asked. precinct policeman was standing on the -
“Dead? I wish you'd cut out calling porch waiting to meet them. He said to a
everybody dead,” the dick said. “He’s just gray-templed man with bushy white brows:
nicely laid out. You didn’t hit him with your “Just step in and see. what this Mr. Hart `
fist, did you, mister?” did with his little water pistol, sir. It'll do
“No. That is, I had a knob off the wring- your heart good.”
er in my hand. And he couldn’t see very The cops filed in and the man with the
well because I squirted ammonia in his eyes bushy brows was introduced as Captain
with a water pistol. I suppose I shouldn’t Hathaway. He shook hands with Sam, and
have taken such an advantage, but then I’m then went to look at the two crooks and the
not feeling very well myself.” counterfeit money.
The dick put a pair of handcuffs on
Wienny. He straightened. WHEN he came back to Sam, the captain
“When you’re messing with a guy like was talking to one of his men. “If we
Wienstar, you take any old advantage you had Riccara Borden, we’d have the whole
can get, mister. He is one tough baby. counterfeit gang in one night’s haul, thanks
What's this dirty work they wanted you to to a schoot teacher and a— What’s your
do?” ocerpation Mr, Hart?”
“They wanted me to take a suitcase to “Tm a salesman.” Sam Hart produced a
somebody. I think the suitcase has money card which bore his name and that of the
in it+money they got from kidnaping some- Hart Pen Company, together with the com-
body, I think.” pany slogan: Getting Down to Fine Points,
They went back upstairs and the dick the Finest Are Hart Pens.
manacled MacFarlan. Then Sam took him Hathaway looked at the card.
into the living room and showed him the “Look here, didn’t you people run a con-
closet where the suitcase was. test that a girl named Riccara Borden won?”
“Funny,” the dick said, “but I made Mac- Sam nodded.
Farlan open that case for me. Maybe I “Well, can you tell us where Riccara Bor-
didn’t look deep enough.” He opened the den is?”
case and thrust his hands down into soiled “She was in the same hotel I’m staying
clothes. He pulled out a stack of money, at,” Sam said. “She and her father, Dr.
neatly tied with a strip of tape. Borden. They’re the ones that sent me out
He reached back, pulled out more money. here to see Attorney Wycoff about the mur-
Ten-dollar bills, all new and crisp. Stacks der.” :
upon stacks of ten-dollar bills. “What’s that about murder?”
“I ain’t much up on this end of it, but I “I think,” the precinct dick said, “Mr.
think this money’s phony,” the dick said. “I Hart has maybe had. a little too much ex-
got to report to Headquarters. You sit citement. Every time he sees anybody lying
down. Or maybe you’d like to wash your down, he thinks they’re dead or murdered.”
face. It’s a terrible mess. Ease up a little. “The girl in the hotel. In my room,” Sam
You’re sha insisted. “She tried to get in my window
“T—I know,” Sam said. and I was afraid she’d fall, so I pulled her
He went upstairs, found the bathroom, in. She didn’t have anything on but a show-
drenched his face with cold water. He er curtain. She hit her head getting through
looked in the rippled surface of a mirror. the window and that knocked her out. I
Sam decided he looked bad, but not as bad went out to get help. And I met Riccara
as that mirror pictured him. Borden and her father. Her father was a
He went downstairs, found the precinct doctor and he—”
dick waiting for the Headquarters men. Sena~anieped. Fr okod a <
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Sam suddenly got a different slant on things. named people and told about places. We got
“Somebody tried to pin this girl’s murder the plates that were used and rounded up
on me, Captain. She was all slashed up, but Scar Harding and his lady just as they were
I didn’t do it. I couldn’t have done it.” about to leave town on a train. Scar was the
“This is all haywire, Mr. Hart.” Hath- head of the mob.”
away scowled. “I don’t get it. You say “Wait.” Sam held up his hand. “This
there’s a corpse in your room? And this Harding fellow have a scar on his chin?”
Riccara Borden and her father—but Ric- “Yeah.”
cara Borden doesn’t have a father. “Thats the man who said he was Dr.
“Riccara Borden was an engraver with a Borden.” Sam stood up.. “Don’t you think
local engraving company. She fell in love you'd. better go look at this murdered girl?
with this no good MacFarlan, MacFarlan Why couldn’t she be Riccara Borden?”
persuaded her to produce the plates they
used to make counterfeit money. She made E THE hotel, Hathaway took one look at _
the plates, all right, but for some reason she the slashed body of the girl on the bed.
must have gotten angry with the mob she “Thats her. We've got murder on our
was associated with, because she squealed.” hands now.”
“I know she was mad at MacFarlan,” Sam didn’t want to look at the body.
Sam put in, “because I heard Wienny and, He went over to the window through which
MacFarlan talking about it. MacFarlan had Riccara Borden and trouble had come hand
been running around with another woman. in hand. It was still dark outside, and most
Wienny said that Riccara had tried to squeal of the electric signs in the street were out.
on the mob. MacFarlan insisted she wouldn’t He looked down at the sill. The starling
go to the police because she was too scared, feather that had been trapped there still flut-
but he thought she might have told me tered in the updraft of east wind.
something.” “The way it looks,” Hathaway was say-
“She tried to tip off that handwriting ex- ing, “this Riccara Borden took a run-out on
pert who judged your contest,” Hathaway the gang when she heard about winning the
said. “I expect MacFarlan was watching contest. She still wanted to squeal on them,
her pretty close, so she couldn’t figure out but she didn’t have the nerve and the sense
any other way. to come to the cops.
“She just tore that entry blank for your “She tried to get in touch with you, Mr.
contest from the pages of a magazine. She Hart.. Before she could, Scar- Harding
wrote her letter on the blank, telling why caught up with her. Rather than risk a fuss
she liked Hart Pens.. But she took a pin or about getting her out of the hotel, he must
something and worked’ on those minutely have taken a room, locked her up in it, after
printed contest instructions at the bottom removing her clothes.
of the page. She pricked some of the letters “Riccara tried to get to you through this
with a pin. window, and succeeded. Only before she
“A school teacher by the name of Packard could talk, somebody came into the room and
- or Pickard or something, said she was look- killed her. Or else you killed her yourself,
ing at the winning entry through a magnify- Mr. Hart, which doesn’t make sense after
ing glass and she came across those pin what I’ve seen of you and heard about you.”
pricks in the printing. She figured that if “I didn’t do it,” Sam said earnestly.
you joined the pricked letters together, it “Did you leave the door unlocked?”
made sense. This school teacher showed it Sam shook his head. “I locked the door
to us. when I went looking for a doctor. I never
“Riccara Borden had used that means of got out of sight of the door.”
giving out her information. She- figured “Then somebody came in through tHe win-
your contest judge, being a handwriting ex- dow.”
pert in a crime lab, would dope it out, but he - “No. That couldn’t be.” Sam shook his
didn’t. Anyway, in her code message, she (Continued on page 113) ` .
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By
D. P. COLEMAN
T 5:03 P.M., Kirk Patrick jangled “Yeah. Thanks Charlie. Keep the
A down the worn, marble stairs of San change.”
Francisco’s Hall of Justice. At the As he walked towards the garage, Kirk’s
corner newsstand, he paused and read the eyes drifted hurriedly over the first two
black headlines of the evening paper: NINO paragraphs of the news story. At the third
MANZETTI DIES TONIGHT. paragraph, they paused and digested every
“Paper, Mr. Patrick?”
the newsboy asked. word:
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With little more than circumstantial evidence to want from me?” he asked angrily. “Money?”
aid him, Assistant District Attorney Kirk Patrick He pulled his wallet from his coat pocket
carried the case to its unexpected climax. The
young prosecutor’s legal cunning and oratorical elo- and tossed it on her lap. “There’s thirty
eave so impressed and swayed the jury that, dollars in there. Take it and get out! And
lespite all predictions to the contrary, Manzetti
was brought to justice. put your cap pistol away before it goes off.”
“I don’t want your money, Mister Pat-
Kirk was smiling as he folded the news- rick.” Her words were biting and bitter.
paper. At seven minutes after five the world “What do you want? And how do you
still looked rosy. know who I am?”
“Hi, Mr. Kirk!” the garage attendant “You ask a lot of questions,” she parried.
called. His round, black face framed a “I think I have a right to some answers.”
bubble of white teeth. “You’ve no right to anything. Better start
“Hello, Jefferson,” Kirk replied. ‘“How’s driving. I’m not playing games!”
the wife and kids?” Kirk knew she meant it. There was a
“Fine, Mr. Kirk. They’s all fine.” fierceness in the set of her trim jaw that
As Kirk walked to the back of the dark- told him to use discretion. He turned in the
ened garage, the clacking of his heels on the seat and drove the car slowly from the curb.
concrete floor echoed and re-echoed into the All the while, he probed the files of his
far recesses of the building. He counted memory for the misplaced picture of her
Jefferson Davis Brown, his wife, and at least face, but to no avail. He had never seen her
a half dozen of-his close relatives as sure - before. Hers was not the kind of face one
votes in any future election. would forget easily.
He climbed into his powder-blue sedan, He glanced into the rear-view mirror, She
turned over the motor and pointed its hum- was only a kid. Not twenty, he guessed.
ming nose into the street. At twenty-eight “Where are we going?” he asked.
minutes after five, he was clear of the down- “Head: south out of town.» To your little
town traffic, heading for home and for hideway in the mountains. Take the Ridge
Helen. That’s when it happened. route.” ;
He felt. something hard and blunt shoved “You must be writing my biography.” He
against his neck, and heard the command, was stunned. It didn’t add-up.. She knew too
“Turn left, here!” much: about him and he too little about her.
What was she after? He found himself im-
por all but jumped out of his-harid- mersed in a situation. he could not fathom
tailored gabardine. He snapped his head and he made up his mind to wade out as
about suddenly. The car swayed out of con- quickly as possible. He had to find a subtle
trol. plan. No rash moves—not when he sat only
“What the hell is this?” he demanded. five feet from the dangerous.end of that gun.
“Who are you?” They were almost out of town before Kirk
She was young and blond and soft, and found his chance. He saw a motorcycle cop
somewhat out of character for the part she hiding behind a parked car, waiting to pounce
played. upon some unsuspecting motorist. The inter-
“Look where you’re going!” she cried. section traffic signal changed from green to
“Turn left at the next corner.” red. Kirk gave the car the gas and breezed
Kirk slammed on the brakes and pulled through. In a moment he heard the whine of
the car to the curb. He turned and stared the siren behind him.
down the barrel of a gun. “Pull over!” the cop barked as he drew
“Get this car moving !” she ordered. With alongside. He had a fat round face and a
her suede handbag, she shielded the gun figure to match. Kirk did as he was ordered.
from the eyes of passers-by. He turned to his passenger and shrugged.
Kirk regarded her carefully—the thin “You're sly, aren’t you?” she said. “Don’t
black line that ran along the part.of her think you’re getting away from me.~ Put
honey-blond hair, her expensive clothes. that him wise and he’ll get it, too.”
were extreme, almost gaudy. “What do you . Kirk read the hate that blazed from her
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eyes. It was night and Kirk thought of his wife,
It seared him, then left him cold.
Helen.
The cop walked back from his motorcycle.
He looked Kirk over and said, “What’s the She would be wondering and waiting.
matter, Buster, don’t you like red? Let’s There would be a series of phone calls from
see your driver’s license!” which she would learn nothing. He wanted
Kirk estimated his chances. Everything to be with her tonight of all nights. She had
hinged on the sharpness and intelligence of been so upset about this Manzetti business.
this guardian of the law. Kirk looked him It was too bad Helen didn’t understand. Her
over and decided that his chances were slim. lack of understanding for his position, his
He turned to his passenger and said, “May aims, his methods was the only unfortunate
I have my wallet? He wants my driver’s feature of their pleasant life together.
license.” She was proud of him, he knew, and yet
She handed it to him with one hand. The she seemed saddened by the very successes
other she kept hidden. Kirk knew what was that made her proud. That morning at break-
in that hand. He knew she held it ready. fast she had repeated her fears: “It’s not
He passed the license out the window and worth it, Kirk. I’d rather be poor and happy.
his nerves tensed. The cop was staring at I’m afraid for you. It’s not your place to
the girl in the back seat. Kirk watched his condemn people, no matter what they’ve
eyes, then his slow, pleased smile. Kirk re- done. That should be left to God.”
laxed. He knew the copper’s inspection was Kirk remembered telling her that her re-
beyond the calf of duty. marks were childish, and that when she be-
“What’s your occupation, Buster?” the came hostess in the governor’s mansion in
cop asked. He talked as he wrote. Sacramento she would forget that she had
“Pm an attorney,” Kirk replied. “Assist- arrived there on the dead bones of the poor
ant District Attorney of this county.” criminals her bloodthirsty husband had per-
The policeman looked up at Kirk, then secuted. Kirk had gone out after that and
back at the license. “I’m sorry, Mr. Patrick,” had left Helen looking very hurt and very
he said. “I didn’t realize it was you.” heavy-hearted.
“No, I guess not.” Maybe he could make it up to her. She
“T’m sorry, but I’ll have to give you this could fly to Los Angeles for the weekend
ticket anyway. You can get it fixed. You and visit her relatives and friends. The trip
see, they’re numbered. Once we start to fill always seemed to do her a world of good.
them...” He could find so little time to give her...
“Okay, okay,” Kirk broke in. “Give me “Step on it! We're behind schedule.”
the ticket.” The words came from the back seat. They
He put the car in gear. The officer took shook Kirk from his reverie. He pressed
another look at the girl, then he smiled and hard on the gas pedal and sent the car bug-
winked. Kirk drove off in disgust. ging along the deserted highway that coiled
around and over the tree-covered mountains.
AN FRANCISCO was left in the lower- They dipped into and left a small town be-
ing dusk. They climbed and twisted hind them, its lights a little smudge of yel-
along the mountain road. Kirk tried to ques- low on the black sky.
tion the girl again, but his only reply was They left the main highway now and be-
the singing of the tires on the black pave- gan the steep, winding climb to Kirk’s moun-
ment and the sporadic sputtering of loose tain-top cabin. The graveled road glistened
gravel, There was only one sensible thing here and there in the white moonlight and
to do—play along. then lost itself again in deep shadow.
To the west, the pale wash of blue sky Kirk loved this mountain, its ruggedness,
was deepening, The orange sun was no its green girdle of trees, its commanding
more. At 6:14 P.M. Kick snapped on the view, its aloofness, high above all else. He
headlights. The twin white wands of light and Helen had come here often to lose them-
changed the surrounding dusk into darkness. selves for a little while to the rabble and rush —
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of the every-day world. Now, for the first “Nino dies at eight,” she continued. “So
time, he felt the loneliness of the place. do you. You killed him with your dirty lies
When they reached the top, Kirk stopped and filthy courtroom tricks, and I’m evening
the car before the cabin, shut off the motor, the score!”
turned and said, “Here we are. What now?” Kirk could feel his legs tremble. He tried
“Get out,” the girl ordered. “Stand away to steady himself, to arrange his thoughts.
from the car!” It was difficult . . Manzetti — Nino
Kirk obeyed. He stood quietly in the Manzetti. The pieces of the puzzle began to
moonlight, a perfect target. He watched her find their places. At least, now, he knew
leave the car. Her eyes never left him for a why, though the knowledge was something
moment. more than shocking.
“Open the door.” She motioned towards “Who are you?” Kirk asked. “What is
the cabin. Manzetti to you?”
“Sorry. No keys. You should have in- “T’m not on the witness stand,” she re-
quired before we—” ` plied.
“Don't lie! Open that door.” J suppose it doesn’t really matter. I can
Kirk saw her raise her arm, caught the guess.’
gleam of the gun barrel. “All right,” he “You’re not in a position to be cute,” she
said. “Put that thing away. TIl open it.” reminded him.
Shaken, Kirk studied his would-be assas-
3 ee iy closely, she ushered him at sin. Everything was all wrong. As -he
gunpoint through the door and into the pondered his situation and groped for a way
oversized living room. Kirk watched her out, the soft chimes of the mantle clock tolled
sweep the room with expressionless eyes. the half hour. His eyes darted in its direc-
She took in the stone fireplace, the built-in tion. 7:30. Then back to her. He consid-
bar, the beamed ceiling, the furniture. ered for a moment lunging across for. the
“You do all right for yourself, don’t you?” gun, but quickly discarded the idea. Fool-
she said finally. ish heroics were not the answer. No, he'd
“Pretty well,” Kirk replied. get himself out safe and sound.. Talk was
“How many did you have to grind under his weapon. He’d use it. Talk his way out.
to get this?” He still had time.
“I don’t think I understand,” Kirk “Do you think you have the courage to
answered. pull that trigger!?” Kirk asked.
“You understand all right!” she assured “PH pull it.”
him. Then she indicated one of two sofas “I don’t think so. If you intended to kill
that straddled either side of the fireplace, me you wouldn’t have waited until now.
placed herself carefully on the other. This is just school-girl theatrics.”
As Kirk seatéd himself, he said, “This is “PH shoot,” she insisted.
very cozy. You really didn’t have to go to “Then why wait?” Kirk asked. The bluff
all this trouble to get me alone. My wife is was part of his stock in trade. He hoped she
very broad-minded.” did not see the tiny, glistening beads that
“Have your little joke.” Her voice came dotted his forehead.
heavy and she spoke as though she feared her “Nino dies at eight,” she explained. “After
own words. “You'll be dead in half an that, youre a murderer. Then I'll have a
_ hour,” i right to kill you.”
The thought hit home and Kirk’s. face “A right?” Kirk shouted. “Ts that how
lost its color. ““You’re out of your mind!” you'll salve your conscience ?”
He bolted to his feet. “Why? What have “My conscience won’t bother me,” she
you against me?” said grimly.
_ “Sit down,” she snapped, “or you'll get “It’s not your conscience you need worry
it now!” about,’ Kirk assured her. “You may think
Kirk i socaback. on the m ote your little scheme of doing away with me
eure: we here in my own house is a masterpiece of —
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planning. Well, it isn’t. That two-bit cop just a kid, blinded by what you think is love.
that pinched me took a long, friendly look Manzetti is a criminal of the lowest order.”
at you. He could give all your vital measure- “Don’t call him a criminal!” she cried.
ments right now. You haven’t a chance of “Why not?” Kirk asked. “He’s done time
putting this over. They'll get you and you'll on three separate occasions.” Kirk waved a
follow Manzetti to the gas chamber.” hand in her direction to forestall any protest
“You're smart, aren’t you?” she might offer. “I know, I know—he’s
“You have to be smart to survive,” Kirk never been up on a serious charge, but that
replied. doesn’t mean his skirts are clean. Manzetti
“Well, you’re not smart enough. If you is just like every other habitual criminal—
were, you'd realize that I don’t really care if their lives are pocked and ulcerated by crime.
the cops get me. Without Nino, I—” Sooner or later it dies out under them.
Her voice choked off. She clamped her Either at the hands of another gunman or at
jaws tightly together. the hands of the law. Weve been watching
Manzetti for years. This time we really
oo read the pathos, the hurt, the loss hung it on him.”
in her youthful face. He knew he was “If someone makes a mistake, you never
up against a bitter enemy. How could let him forget it, do you?” She all but spat
he fight her? He glanced at the clock. out the words at him. “You and the cops are
Twenty-three minutes to eight. Think of all the same. You don’t know what it means
something, he told himself. Think of some- to be poor and pushed around. Maybe you
thing, fast! wouldn’t be so perfect, if you did.”
“May I smoke?” he asked. She didn’t re- “Don’t sing me that poverty song,” Kirk
ply. “Cigarette?” She shook her head in said. “Come in to the courtroom any day
the negative. “May I stand?” Before she and hear the defense -attorneys play that
could refuse, Kirk reminded her, “They’re tune for the juries . .. . ‘He was poor and
even allowing Manzetti a few last requests.” hungry ... kicked about . . . society never
“Don’t try any tricks!” she warned. gave him a chance... ? I know that routine
Kirk rose slowly. He walked behind the by heart!”
sofa, then stood before the floor-length He raised his voice to drive home his
windows looking out. At his feet, green point. “Poverty is no excuse. It’s a reason
trees cascaded into the moonlit canyon be- but not an excuse. Manzetti is anything but
low. He could smell the soft scent of the poor now. He’s grown rich at the expense
pines and the redwoods. He felt as though of too many innocent people, He’s getting
he had never appreciated this view before. what he deserves. I helped put him in the
Now, there was so little time. gas chamber and I’m proud of it!” Kirk was
He walked back behind the sofa, and pressing her to the limit. He had to move
stood leaning on it with his hands. It felt carefully. He continued, “Manzetti is pay-
familiar, that position. He had stood that ing tonight for all his crimes.”
way before countless juries — informing, “What did you try him for?” she snapped.
pleading, instructing, never at a loss for “Killing the guard, or all the other crimes
c
words. Now he stood, groping, uncertain you think he committed?”
of his ground. This was his most important That stung Kirk a bit. He prided himself
case and he was losing. on being a just man. He found himself
“Why,” he asked, “are you throwing having more respect for his adversary.
away your life, keeping faith with a bum like “Manzetti was tried and convicted of kill-
Manzetti ?” ing the jewelry store guard,” he said. “It
She protested, angrily. “Nino. was kind was a fair trial. He got what he deserved.”
and good.” “Nino is innocent!” She made the state-
“He probably beat his mother,” Kirk re- ment flatly.
torted. “I deal with his type every day. He Kirk knew she believed every word she
fooled a lot of people. He was smooth. said. He heard the chimes again, softand
Smooth-talking and smooth-looking. You're menacing. Fifteen minutes left.
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“How can you make a statement like that.” adults, with adult minds. They knew what
He paced as he talked. He was the D.A, they were saying. I only sought truth and
again, sweeping gestures and all. “Twelve justice.”
men and women from all walks of life, people “Truth and justice,” she repeated scorn-
who had never known or even seen Manzetti, fully. “You don’t know the meaning of the
heard the facts, reviewed them, deliberated words! Nino was just another conviction to
upon them, and found him guilty.” you.”
“You talked them into it!” she accused. “No, no, you’re mistaken.” Kirk’s eyes
“Do you believe that any group of people were wide and staring.
could be talked into condemning another “Pm not mistaken,” she persisted. “I
human being to death, if they didn’t believe know all about you. About your wife. Where
that person guilty of an unforgivable crime?” you came from. Where you think you're go-
“You made them believe it!” Hate was ing. You want success. You want Mr. Pat-
in her voice. “You twisted everything. You rick on top of the pack. You don’t care who
made everything sound bad. You made them goes down under foot. Nino was one of the
believe it!” poor unfortunates who drifted onto Mr. Pat-
rick’s path of fame, Well, you’ve just about
UICKLY Kirk checked the clock. Twelve reached the end of that road!”
minutes. He wet his parched lips. His Kirk felt his legs shaking. He estimated
throat felt dry. the distance between them. Twelve feet. Too `
“At two o'clock in-the morning, on Feb- far. He’d only take one step when her finger
ruary sixth, Nino Manzetti climbed, or would tighten,about the trigger. The bullet
jumped, onto the roof of the Schaeffer Jew- would smash into his chest and Kirk Patrick,
elry Store.” Kirk bit off each word quickly future governor of California, would be a
as he explained. “He lowered himself disorderly bundle of flesh on the floor.
through the air vent into the building—a feat “Wait,” he pleaded. “Listen to me. You
that could be accomplished only by a man of said you know all about me, about my wife.
slight stature. A very neat trick, in that it Think of her!”
did not set off the burglar alarm. Once in- “Tm sorry for her,” she said.
side, Manzetti knocked out the guard. He “You don’t understand.” Kirk’s words
cleaned out a number of jewelry cases and were high-pitched. “I was only doing my
was ready to leave when the guard surprised duty. You can’t kill a man for doing his job.
him. Manzetti hadn’t hit him hard enough. I’m the district attorney. They w me to
“The guard fired. So did Manzetti. The prosecute the accused.”
guard was killed. Manzetti had to get out “You should make sure they’re guilty be-
- fast. He broke the door window, setting off fore you prosecute them,” she sneered.
the: burglar alarm, and ran into the street. - “He’s guilty !” Kirk shouted. He pounded
The racket aroused the neighborhood. Four the back of. the sofa with his fist. “Nino
different people saw the fleeing figure. Each Manzetti is guilty
of these witnesses identified Manzetti as the “Stop it!” she cried.
fugitive.” “How can you stand there,” Kirk asked,
He stopped talking as he watched her get “alone, against the world, and proclaim his
up off the sofa. She stood, gun in hand, ‘innocence? You’re a foolish girl, blinded by
facing him, as-she said. “Those people an infatuation. While Manzetti was killing
didn’t see Nino. It was two in the morning that guard, you were probably in bed, asleep,
and black as pitch. They couldn’t see who dreaming of your tainted prince charming.
it was. You put the words in their mouths!” How can you defend him?”
Kirk felt a drop .of sweat trickle down the She waited a breathless second before
side of his face. As she talked his eyes darted answering, then she whispered softly, almost
back and forth between her and the clock. reverently, “He was with me.” With her
Now he stared down the barrel of the gun. words, her eyes dropped from his for a
“Don’t be a fool,” he grated. “I didn’t moment and-her pale cheeks slowly filled
_talk anyone into-anything. Those people are with color. Just a tinge of pink at first, then
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it deepened and mellowed like fine, red wine. “You didn’t know Manzetti had .served
time, did you?” He watched her face, each
A FLOOD of thoughts poured into Kirk’s minute reaction to his words. Venom and
confused brain. He tried vainly to dis- hate for him exuded from her every pore.
pel them. They pictured for him a bygone But she was listening.
courtroom scene: Assistant District Attorney “I don’t care what Nino has done!”
Kirk Patrick stood before a young woman “Then you didn’t know,” Kirk retorted.
on the witness stand. He asked her a ques- “I said I didn’t care! No one could be-
tion, the answer to which would have a great’ lieve you anyway.”
influence on the verdict. She answered and “His convictions are on record,” Kirk as-
blushed unashamedly. He pointed a finger sured her. “Didn’t he bother to tell you?”
at her and said, “Behold the blush! So “Shut up!” she commanded.
simple. A spoken word, a truth revealed, “I don’t think Manzetti told you very
calls it forth. All the world’s wealth could much,” he went on. “If you’re going to kill
not buy it, nor the brilliant minds of science for him, there are a few things you should
create it. Yet, in the face of the innocent, it know.”
is as unstoppable as time. It is a statement, “Shut up, I said!” Her eyes were blazing. `
an affirmation from the Almighty! Behold Kirk’s heart beat heavily against his chest.
the blush! No more need be said.” Time had almost run out. He fought panic
He had won the case on those words. The and pushed down the plea for mercy that
papers had quoted him. After that, his court- kept surging its way to his lips. To beg for
room was always filled. Now, his words mercy was foolish, he knew. She was hypno-
came rocking back at him, frightening him tized by the drama she had created.. No plea
with the possibilities they suggested. that he could make would stop her. He had
Kirk shook himself from the past. “Why to fight to the end.
didn’t you come to court to testify on Man- He strained to control his voice, to belie
zetti’s behalf?” he demanded. his true feelings. His final punch had to be
“I tried,” she replied. “I wanted to. Nino delivered with finesse, with convincing com-
wouldn’t let me.” posure. He would have only one chance.
“When his life was at stake? Do you ex- “During the case, I delved pretty deeply
pect me to believe that?” into Manzetti’s life, both public and private,”
“T went to him before the trial,” she ex- Kirk said. “Quite a few women have knelt
plained. “He was sure he would be acquitted. at his shrine, but I don’t remember coming
He told me you would only tear my story to across anyone that fits your description.”
pieces, make me look foolish. That you’d “No one knew about Nino and me. Not
bring everything between us out into the even my family ....”’ The last seemed to
open. No one would believe me then. He slip out. “We were smart.” She held her
said I couldn't do him any good and I’d only head up haughtily. “Discreet, Nino called
ruin myself.” att
Kirk stood staring at her for some time, “Manzetti was smart,” Kirk replied.
refusing to believe what he had seen and “What do you mean by that?”
heard. He forced his eyes from her to the Kirk had her on the hook. He began pull-
clock. Nine minutes, it said, nine precious, ing in the line. “He was smart enough to
pulsating minutes. And at last he felt he be discreet. Not because your family or
had the answer. He walked to the window, your friends might find out about you two,
then turned and said, “How long have you but because you have to be careful when
known Manzetti?” you already have a wife.”
“None of your business,” she answered. “You liar!” she screamed. “You dirty
Kirk ignored her remark and prodded liar!” She tightened her grip on the trigger.
further. “Six months? A year? It couldn't “TIl stop your lies forever!”
be very long.” Kirk felt as though he was looking into
“You won't ask many more questions,” eternity. “Why should I lie? TIl be dead in
she replied. six minutes .... Why do you think Man-
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zetti went to Los Angeles every two weeks?” blend into the shadows. Behind him, a horn
“His fence was in L.A.” was blasting. The light had changed to
“He got rid of hot jewelry down there, all green. Kirk put the car in gear and drove
right,” Kirk agreed. “And he saw his wife.” slowly away.
“You're lying!” she repeated hoarsely, When he stopped before his house, soft
but she was trying to convince herself as light outlined a half-dozen windows. Helen
well as Kirk. was still waiting. She met him at the door,
“The case records are in my briefcase in white-faced and red-eyed.
my car,” he said. “After you kill me, go and “Oh, Kirk! I’ve been so worried! You're
read it for yourself. You’re keeping faith all right?”
with a man who must have laughed at your “Tm all right, Helen.” His words were
being so naive. Discreet was the word he as hollow as his eyes.
used, wasn’t it?” He walked wearily into the living room.
“Stop it, stop it!” she sobbed. There, over a chair arm, lay a newspaper. Its
She crumpled into a weeping mass on the headlines blared something about Manzetti
sofa. The gun clattered to the floor. Kirk and something about an execution. Kirk felt
weaved to it unsteadily and placed it in his empty and sick inside. He poured himself a
pocket. He walked across the room, took a heavy drink from a liquor cabinet. He talked
bottle from the shelf and poured himself a as he poured.
long drink. As he raised the glass to his “One of Manzetti’s girl friends tried to
parched lips, the mantle clock softly tolled kill me tonight. She said he was innocent.”
the hour. Helen’s voice pulsed with emotion, “Was
he?”
HE RIDE back was a ride of silence. Kirk stood with his back to Helen. -He
_ Only the car had a little, mournful song emptied the glass before he answered. “She
to sing. Its headlights filled the highway was lying.” His hand shook violently as he
with eerie yellow light and flaked the road- poured another.
side trees. “How ... how did you get away? ”
She sat staring into the nothingness, her “I crushed her with words. I’m the dis-
head turned away from Kirk. He started to trict attorney, remember?” Kirk’s tone was
speak to her a number of times, but never caustic. He turned and faced his wife. “She
quite found the words. Over and over again, was a fool. She loved Manzetti. She thought
the night’s events tumbled in review before he loved her... .. I told her he had a wife
his troubled -mind. in L.A.”
Back in the city, they slowed, then sonoed “Did he?”
for a red light. “No, not a wife. But you can bet he had
Kirk turned toward the girl and asked, another woman down there, He. seemed to
“Where may I take you?” have that fatal charm.” Kirk smiled jest-
She shook herself from her trance and ingly. “He might even have been meeting
looked about. “I'll get out here.” you, Helen. You run down to L.A. quite
“No, wait! I’ll drive you home.” In vain, frequently + sa”
Kirk put out a hand to stop her. “Pd like The smile wasted away on Kirk’s lips and
to be of some help, if I may.’ the glass dropped from his grasp. For with
She stood in the street and faced him, She his words, Helen’s pale cheeks slowly filled
looked very tired. with color. Just a tinge of pink at first, then .
“PI be all right,” she said. it deepened and mellowed like fine, red
Through the open door, Kirk watched her wine....
CHAPTER I
FORCIBLE FEEDING
IM STRINGER sat in the D. A’s from a friend whe runs a place a couple of
office, telling the big man that blocks away from it.”
everything was about set, that ~ “You've got to be a hundred percent right,
he was pretty sure the depart- Jimmy,” the DÐ. A. said. “Banco has a lot of
ment could go ahead and crack friends on the city pay roll, and he calls a
down on Vanny Banco’s famous lot of people in the gravy-train section by
El Fuente Club. their first names. It’s the playground for
“T just need one more night— the smart set and you have got to be dead
tonight,” Stringer said grimly. “That layout right.”
isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. I’ve got “T figure I am,” Stringer said, and ran his
about all I want to go on. I’ve been getting long fingers through a thick mop of black
plenty of information about that swell joint hair. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
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It was a-near-perfect frame the killers pinned on
Detective Jim Stringer when they placed him in the
shadow of guilt—but everything changed when he
began to picture the crime in.a different light!
“You look pretty fagged, Jimmy,” the was a bullet. It had been taken out of the
D. A. said. “Better get yourself some sleep corpse of an erstwhile public enemy named
tonight. Banco will keep.” Georgie Chipman. Stringer had battled it out
“Maybe,” Stringer said. “Tve got other with Chipman on a platform of the Broad-
ideas about that baby. I figure he’s too way-Seventh Avenue subway. The news-
rotten now to keep long. Yeah, I could papers had got some nice pictures.
sleep for forty-eight hours. But I’m getting
Banco first. I heard a story about Banco TRINGER was a big man, who had not
and a girl—and the girl was a friend of a always been a hero. There had been a
pal of mine.” time when Stringer could take his liquor
His fingers toyed with a grim-looking ob- but could never leave it alone. Once he had
ject that was attached to his watch chain. It been kicked off the Force and a girl had gone
100 THRILLING DETECTIVE
to bat for him and had given him his second going on in Banco’s place, we’ve got to clean
chance. the place out. You know I’ve always hated
Jim Stringer had taken nothing stronger gamblers, Draper. Sure-thing gamblers. You
than beer from the day he had thanked that know what I mean.”
girl. She was a cop’s daughter and her name “T see,” Draper said. “And if Stringer
was Mary Leaonard. Mary had told Jim and his men raid the place and find nothing,
Stringer that he reminded her of Errol Flynn where will you end up? Banco has as many
and she wished he would grow a mustache friends as you have. In the right places.” He
to make the likeness even more striking. glanced at Stringer. “You’ve been tipped
Jim Stringer would have jumped off the off, Jim.
tallest building in the city if Mary Leonard “You can put it that way, Mr. Draper,”
wanted him to. Stringer said. “I’ve got a way of making
“You have got to be mighty sure,” the sure tonight.” He fiddled with his grim
D. A said again. watch charm, grinned at the D.A. “Banco
“Okay,” Stringer said, and caught a came to town ten years ago. He was a head-
glimpse of himself in the mirror. He would waiter at the El Myerto. Look at him now.
have to trim the mustache a little, for it Maybe there’s a lot of the right kind of
was, getting out of hand. people who are pals of his because they have
He turned his head away from the wall to be.”
when the door of the D.A.’s office opened, Draper took some papers out of his pocket.
and he recognized a man the newspapers had Stringer, not wanting to interfere with the
been referring to of late as the successor to D.A.’s office, got up and told them they
the heavy-set man at the big mahogany desk. would hear from him in a few hours.
Russell Draper had won a lot of big cases “Take it easy, Jim.”
and seemed destined to go a long way in Stringer killed most of the afternoon by
the state, He was a wiry, nervous man just going to a movie. He fell asleep when the
inside his fortieth year. He was the as- second feature came on. An usher politely
sistant D.A. nudged him and he jerked, his head up
“Hello, Draper,” the D.A. said, and quickly.
nodded. “Like Stringer here, you’re over- “Sorry,” he said, and got up and left
doing it. You need a rest. You didn’t seem the theatre.
to be yourself when you tried to get that The sun had gone down behind the high
conviction against Harry Mitchell.” buildings. Jim Stringer looked at his watch
“Maybe you’re right, Sam,” Draper said. and saw that he was due at the tavern up-
He was a meticulous man, smartly dressed, town in just fifteen minutes. He took a
and no matter where you saw him he always cab.
wore a flower in his buttonhole. Most of
the time it was a gardenia. j hea? PLAZA Tavern and Grill was doing
“You're going to get a crack at Vanny a brisk business when Stringer walked in.
Banco,” Stringer said as Draper clipped the He filled a vacancy at the bar and drank
end off a cigar. “I think I’ve got that phony two glasses of beer. The bartender came
dead to rights. Pll know tonight.” over and wiped up the slops in front. of
“I think you’re crazy, Stringer!’ Draper Stringer.
said. “You better slow down laddie: “You ` “In the back room,” he said under his
can’t take the role of crusader against a breath, “You'll find Tony there.”
man of his reputation without some facts Tony used to work for Vanny Banco.
to go on. The papers haven’t mentioned Tony had been fired because he had made a
anything irregular about El Fuente Club. ... pass or two at the hatcheck girl at El Fuente
Are you backing up such a crazy play, Sam? and Banco had liked the little blonde him- ~—
In six months there’s an election— self. Tony had been talking a lot. For five .
“Tve got a vice squad, Draper,” the D.A. bucks, Tony would talk all night. sings E
said. “If Stringer proves there’s gambling went. into the back room. - ; x
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MURDER MEMOS. 101
“Hi, Stringer,” Tony said. it. Imagine, forcing a guy to get plastered.
He got up and locked the door that the With me, it’s a pleasure!”
detective had closed behind him. For some Stringer, realizing what was impending,
reason he could not fathom, Jim Stringer put up a fight, but there was not much
did not feel just right. strength left in him. The man named Mack
There was something in the air, and his got his knee on his chest and the others held
mouth was dry. him down.
“Tve got the century note,” Stringer said. The powerful brute finally got the tube
“I want the rest of it tonight—the layout of between his teeth and Stringer started to
that joint of Banco’s.” choke.
“You'll get it,” Tony said. “Okay, Tony. Shut off his nose.”
Stringer couldn’t breathe without taking
oo door opened and four men whiskey into his throat. The fiery stuff
came in. burned him through and through and the
Jim Stringer reached for his Police Posi- big brute straddling him had to let up every
tive, the one that had finished George Chip- once in a while while Stringer retched and
man, but there was no play. Tony had a coughed the whisky out of his windpipe.
gun pressed against his ribs. The terrible ordeal took the rest of the
“I don’t get it,” Stringer said. “A double vitality out of him and the last pint of whisky
cross, Tony ?” ran down into his stomach and had its de-
“Maybe. Somebody paid me more dough, sired effect. He was barely conscious of
so I shifted, copper. I work for the guy who the tube being taken out of his mouth, feel-
has the biggest bankroll.” ing Tony’s fingers leave his nose. Voices
The four hard-looking men grinned at came from a distance.
Jim Stringer. A powerfully built tough said “Only way you can make a man drink,”
it was time to get down to business. A lot of the husky voice droned. “Got to find it
work had to be done. inside of him or he’ll have an alibi. Gimme
“Get a bottle of whiskey, Tony,” the ob- that gun, Tony.”
vious leader and brains of the quartette
Stringer’s head was spinning and the
clipped. “You cover this bull, Mack. Used voices became jumbled. He thought they
to be sort of a stew bum, didn’t he? Time he said something about dragging a guy out of
fell off the wagon.” there and throwing him in an alley. He
Stringer had been expecting it quick. It wondered who they were talking about as he
occurred to him that he was going to live
blacked out.
for a while longer and he tried to find a
reason for itall. There was a tingling in his CHAPTER II
long legs. He felt tired and half gone. The
beer, that was it. They were all in on it, had ProMIsE TO Pay
been playing him for a sucker. Just enough
in one of the beers to take the fight out of ANCO entered his office at three
him. in the morning. The last of his
“Get his gun, one of you guys!” customers had left the place.
Tony came in with a quart of whisky and There was a trace of lipstick on
handed it to the big man. Vanny Banco’s ear and some
“I been around, copper.” The man grinned powder on his sleeve.
and peeled the cap off the bottle. “In the Vanny went to a little cabinet
South Seas—I been there too—they call it and got himself a bottle, then he dropped
‘the water cure. I call it the whisky cure. in a big leather chair and wondered where
Hand me the tube and the funnel, Corky. all the hardships of life were. He was doing
The rest of you get him down and you, all right by himself.
- Mack, put your knee on his chest. Tony, A man came into Vanny’s luxurious office -
- yougrip his nose so he can’t breathe through and announced that Tony and a couple of
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friends were outside. over and over. His thoughts were jumbled
“Sure, send ’em in,” Vanny said, and and he could not separate them. He passed
sipped his liqueur. “I’ve been expecting somebody in the hall as he entered the room-
them.” ing house but the figure was blurred.
Tony came in first. “Everything is okay, Whoever it was said something to him
Mr. Banco,” he said. “You don’t have to and he just grunted and pulled himself up
worry no more about moving.” a flight of stairs. He wanted to get into
“Nice work, Tony. You can come back his bed and sleep forever, but a sixth sense
to work. Where’s the others?” warned him against it. He had to get on his
“At your service, pal,” a big tough said, feet and get himself to thinking.
and stepped inside. Stringer made himself a pot of black coffee
Tony got out of his way so he could and drank two cups of the bitter brew. He
get a clear shot at Vanny Bance. got aromatic spirits of ammonia and downed
“Look Butch,” Banco cried. ‘“What’s—” that, then stripped off his clothes and took
The big tough got two shots at Vanny and a cold shower.
the bullets. splattered through Banco’s stiff His brain began to function and took him
shirt bosom and sent him crashing over back over the events of the last few hours.
backward. He remembered a lot of things.
“Okay, Tony,” said the big tough. “The “Got me plastered,” Stringer said to him-
combo of that wall safe of his is in his self. “Maybe put some knockout drops in
pocket. Get it quick!” it too. How long was I out?”
“Let’s get out of here, Butch. Them He looked out the window and saw the
shots—” pink streaks across the eastern sky line. He
“Shut up! We're playing with time. TIl had entered the backroom of the tavern
finish you off if you waste another second. about seven o’clock.
This means five grand to us. How long do Quickly he crossed the room and lifted
you think that copper will wait?” his coat from the pile of clothing he had
“Yeah. Fil get it.” discarded. The gun was there in its holster
Tony found the combination of the safe and he drew it out and examined it. Two
in Vanny Banco’s wallet. shots had been fired from it.
“A sucker he didn’t memorize it.” The Stringer reeled a little, caught at a post
big crook grinned. “Then we'd had to have of his bed and held on. The picture was
cracked that box.” getting clear in his mind, an ugly picture
He took something out of his pocket and of which he was a part. Jim Stringer, off
dropped it on the floor. A few moments later the wagon again, had run amok and had
they were out of there and spreading out to killed somebody. Whoever. that had been
various parts of town. The big man drove downstairs when he had come in had seen
to a deserted parking lot at the edge of him, must have smelled the whisky on him.
town, and he found Jim Stringer there. The The stuff had been seeping through his
detective was mumbling, trying to get up on pores.
his feet. Somebody knocked on Stringer’s door.
“Figured that stuff about right, copper,” “Come in,” he said thickly. “The door’s
the tough snapped. unlocked.”
He gave Stringer back his gun and He pulled on a dressing gown and straight-
fumbled through the detective’s pockets. ened his hair, not knowing what to expect.
“That about fixes your wagon, Stringer,” He gave a sigh of relief when a short,
the man said and hurried. away. broad-shouldered man came.in quickly and
shut the door behind him. It was Lew
it WAS nearly morning when Stringer Garvey from Headquarters, a man he had
stumbled to his room on the West Side. worked with for three years.
His head was splitting wide open and the Garvey stood there, his back against the
reek of whiskey kept turning his stomach door, staring a Stringer, slowly shaking his
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head from side to side. He was scared. from under me. Banco—” `
“Look, what got into you, Jim?” Garvey “But Banco’s dead,” Lew said. “They
said. “What sent you back to the bottle?” figure downtown that you killed him.
“You think that?” Stringer smiled wearily. You're on a spot, fellow. Seems I saw that
“Sure, I got loaded, but they poured it into guy you call Butch somewhere before. They
me.” figured to get Banco and put the rap on you.
Garvey snatcher up the gun and examined After Banco maybe had paid them to knock
it closely. Then he dropped it as if it had you off the Force for keeps. Look, Jim,
become a red-hot poker. there’s a brain behind this thing. It didn’t
“Two shots fired, Jim. They found Banco belong to the mugs that manhandled you.
half an hour ago with two bullets in him. Why did they want Banco? Nobody would
You can ditch the gun, and so what? They’ll kill Vanny unless a bigger guy than Vanny
take the slugs out of Banco and match them was behind them.”
up with the one you carry on your chain. “Yeah,” Stringer said. “I guess you've
You crazy fool!” got to take me in, Lew.”
“I never went to Banco’s joint last night,” “Got any ideas, Jim? Maybe I could
Jim Stringer said. “Listen to me, Lew. I go back and tell them you'd cleared out.
was knocked out by whiskey forced down To give you a day or two.”
my throat.” “That 1.0.U.” Stringer said, “the one
“They've got you cold, Jim. They found they found in Banco’s office—Let me see
an I.0.U. on the floor in Banco’s office. Your the ones you've got, Lew.”
signature on it. I know your writing. You Garvey handed them’ over.
got into that club and started trying to beat “You can plead self-defense, Jim, if every-
Banco, and you got in deep and had to write thing else fails,” he said. “You moved in on
out—Where’s the rest of ’em, Jim?” Vanny and he pulled a gun. No matter if
“You're crazy!” Jim Stringer said, and he you owed him dough—”
only stared when Garvey started rifling his “T never owed him a dime,” Stringer
clothes, snapped. “You got to believe—”’ He looked
Garvey took three crumpled envelopes at the I.0.U., then at Lew Garvey. He got
from one of Stringer’s coat pockets and up and poured himself another cup of black
ripped them open. In one of them he found coffee and waited for its effect.
five other little sheets of paper with Jim “Tve got to have a day or so before I
Stringer’s promise to pay scribbled on them. walk in and give myself up,” Stringer said.
He looked at Stringer, his face sour. “Pve got me an idea, Lew. But you've got
“Tm a cop, Jim,” Garvey said. “Tve got to help.”
to take you in.” “Anything,” Lew said. “PI talk to Mary
“Wait, Lew,” Jim Stringer begged. “Sit and get her ready for the blowoff. What are
down and let me talk. I'll give it to you you going to do, Jim? F let you get away and
straight. From the beginning.” they'll nab you before noon.”
“Go ahead,” Lew Garvey said. “If I can “Yeah. How about the newspapers?
see a break, TIl give it to you for Mary They got anything?”
Leonard’s sake.” “Not yet. The D.A. is waiting to talk to
you. As far as the public knows, Banco was
HE LISTENED to Stringer’s story from killed by a person or persons unknown.”
the time his- friend had entered the “All right,” Jim Stringer said. “T’ll call
_ tavern until he had staggered back to his the D.A. Look up his home phone number,
rooms. The hardness began to drop away Lew, while I get shaved and cleaned up.
from his mouth and his eyes began to get He'll take my word.”
wider and wider. Garvey got the D.A. on the phone and
“Thats on the level, Lew,” Stringer said. Stringer went out into the hall and spoke
= “Tve been a sucker, all the way. They gave to the boss.
me a lot of rope, then kicked the box out “Yes, this is Jim,” Stringer said. “Sure
104 THRILLING DETECTIVE
the evidence {s all against me! I want CHAPTER III
twenty-four hours before you give it out
to the papers. At the end of that time I E Hours To FREEDOM, OR—
walk into your office and give myself up.”
“This is pretty irregular, Jim,” the D.A. HEY went over to Banco’s office.
answered. “But for the sake of the depart- Just outside the door of the late
ment—” ; night-club impresario’s office,
Stringer went back into his small apart- two. big plain-clothes men
ment, started shaving. He spoke hurriedly nodded briefly to Jim Stringer.
to Garvey. Jim knew they could plainly see
“Looking at that forged I.O.U. makes the results of his enforced hang-
me think back, Lew. Nice job that baby over, knew the stale smell of
does, and I know of one guy who special- whisky was still on his breath, would be
izes in that stuff. He’s smart, too. He had there for another day or two. It takes a long
to be smart to beat that rap Draper tried to time for a stomach to shed the fumes of
hang on him. Pd- swear it was my writing. nearly a quart of strong liquor.
In lead pencil, though; and that makes it “Hello, boys,” Jim Stringer said. “Yeah,
tough, All the microspectographs in the lab it was. quite a night.”
wouldn’t break it down. That baby is the “The newspaper boys are smelling a rat,”
best in the business.” a detective named Riley said. “Can’t keep
“Harry: Mitchell?” Garvey asked. em at bay long. Tough luck, Jim.”
“Yeah. Maybe Vanny Banco paid Stringer went into Banco’s office.
Mitchell. a. retainer fee. The .bigshots who “Pd better handle things, Jim,” Lew
drank Vanny’s stuff forgot how many Garvey said.
1.0.U.s they. maybe signed. Thats why He looked in the drawers of Banco’s desk,
Vanny mixed with the best. You get what found a half-used memo pad. There was an-
I mean, Lew?” other on top of Banco’s desk. He slipped
“Beginning to. But how does that help?” them into his pocket.
“Well, Vanny Banco didn’t get where he “A crazy case, all right,” Stringer said, as
was without brains—in the entertainment he felt the tension around him.
business, I mean. He’d most likely. tear They had his gun, the one that had
sheets off the memo pads in his office to give pumped two slugs into Banco. They. had
Harry to work on, To make things look on heard about the I.0.U. The police couldn’t
the level just in case a customer kicked. think of the right things to say to Jim
So we’ve got to go over to Banco’s place and Stringer, so they kept their mouths closed.
get all that look as if they’ve been used.” “Pve got twenty-four hours, guys,”
“Not bad, fellow,” Garvey said, “But it'll Stringer said as he passed through the door.
take nerve to go through the cops that are “Wish me luck.”
covering the place. You know ’em all. They “We'll do that, Jim.”
know you.” He and Garvey went to the D.A.’s office,
and there the atmosphere was even more
READ— strained. The D.A. looked at Stringer’s
bloodshot eyes and the way his hands shook
BLOOD ON THE as he rested them on the arms of the chair.
ROCKS ` Garvey turned Stringer’s gun and the rest
A Hard-Boiled Novelet of the I.O.Us over to the boss.
of Diamonds and Dames “We got these in Banco’s, Chief,” he said,
taking some memo pads out of his pocket.
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