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SPECIAL PERFORMANCE Rex Sherrick 104
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DAVID X. Burglary Technique 6 Cartoon Fun 65
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HE police flyer bore the photograph- placed over the panel opening should anyone
ic reproduction of a meaty-faced come into the corridor where he is working.
After obtaining entrance to the house, he
young man with: arrogant eyes and a fixes the plyboard to the door as if a tem-
face you’d be likely to remember. The porary repair had been effected. If accosted
profile view, which didn’t show the inso- by a house-owner or neighbor, he brazens it
lence in the eyes, might have been that out by insisting he was called to do a repair
job on_a door damaged by some burglar.
of the man next you in the crowded bus Should an attempt be made to detain him, he
or at the fountain in the drugstore. usually assaults his accuser with hammer or
Given the customary disguise of a low- other tools. Though not known to carry fire-
brimmed hat, perhaps a pair of steel- ae this man is EXTREMELY DANGER-
US.
rimmed glasses, and a cigar to alter the
shape of the pursy mouth, it would have “No monkey business about skeleton
taken an expert at identification to place keys or picklocks,” I commented. “Just
him as Sandor _K————, wanted for the direct, frontal attack on a man’s
burglary and atrocious assault. castle.”
The plainclothes lieutenant tapped the “Tt takes a special kind of nerve to pull
bulletin significantly. ‘You wouldn’t that sort of stuff,” the lieutenant ad-
want to bump into him unexpectedly in mitted. “Look what he did this morning.
a dark room,” he said. ‘He beat the face Went right ahead, ransacking the bu-
off a woman in Glen View six weeks ago; reaus in this dame’s bedroom, after the
she’s still in the hospital. But he’s got dame’s next-door neighbor got suspi-
more than an ugly disposition; he’s got cious and asked what he was doing there.
a technique.” He had about a hundred and fifty bucks
worth of silverware and meltable gold
A Daytime Man in his tool box when we put the arm
on him.”
I read about that in the fine type “T take it he didn’t come along quiet-
under the criminal’s description: ly,” I said.
This man specializes in breaking and en-
tering apartments and houses in the daytime The Smartest Can Be Dumb
when the occupants are absent. He usually
drives to the home in a battered pick-up truck. “We had to work him over a little.”
Wearing the white coveralls of a mechanic or
carpenter, he always carries a long metal tool The lieutenant smiled thinly. ‘“‘He’ll still
box in which he later conceals any stolen carry the marks of Barney’s pistol-sight
property. His method of entering the house on his skull when he checks out of the
or apartment is as follows: Making no attempt pen. But he didn’t seem to mind the
at concealment, he boldly knocks at the front
door and rings the doorbell. If no one an- gun-whipping so much. At least he didn’t
swers, he opens his téol kit and goes to work squawk about having been ‘thirded’ into
with bit and brace, boring holes in the door making a confession. What griped him
panel close to the lock, subsequently enlarging was his own dumbness in getting
these with the small saw to remove a corner
of the door panel. He then reaches through caught.”
and unlocks the door. While he is so engaged, “How'd the dame get suspicious of
he stands directly in front of the door so that, him?” T asked.
in the case of a house it is difficult to see, “When we told him, he nearly blew a
from the street, what he is doing. When fore-
ing entrance to an apartment, he often carries fuse. The veins stood out on his fore-
a small sheet of plywood which can be quickly (Continued on page 180)
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ARMED with a can of pepper, a bandit OIL CITY, PA., shopkeepers found them-
held up a New York City telegram office. selves being rooked by persons who walk into
He walked in, asked to send a message, and their stores, pick up an article, walk over to
while supposedly writing it out, suddenly a clerk—and ask for a refund on an item that
blew a blinding cloud of pepper into the never was purchased in the first place.
face of the clerk. By the time the clerk had
quit ka-chooing $80 were missing from the
office.
e@ GLASGOW, SCOTLAND, police ar-
rested a mail thief who extracted letters
AT SLOUGH, ENGLAND, a man paid from mailboxes by using a matchbox loaded
his old schoolteacher a sentimental visit, with lead, covered with a sticky substance,
proudly told her of the success he’d made and tied to the end of a piece of string.
in life—then left with her handbag.
Steve had never even met the girl, yet her torrid love-making
was leading him to the brink of disaster!
10
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CAME out of the three-day spree in this kind of drinking. It was not the
a flophouse on Diamond Street. After inevitable belief born of hang-over and
ecided where I was, I sat on the bed remorse. It was the simple recognition
i held my head in my hands for a_ that whisky had not done for me what I
ile. I found my coat crumpled on a had hoped. The wrong memories blacked
ir. There was a nearly full pint of out, leaving stark and clear the very
| Seaman in the pocket. I gagged, memory I’d been wanting to escape for
king at the whisky. It seemed that a longtime. The memory of what I had
nas an alcohelic I was an also-ran. done to my wife.
| knew then that I was finished with I slugged the Old Seaman once to still
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the shaking of my hands. I wanted a small man with pale blue-eyes, sparse
shave and a bath, after the drink slid gray hair always plastered to his nar-
down. row skull, and bitterness written all over
I put on the coat, and turned up the him. He came from an old Southern
collar. Then I went out on Diamond family, the kind that used to have col-
Street, walked two blocks, and caught a onels, ;
taxi. I rode over to Papa Joe’s house. “Steve, you stinker! You rotter!”
A strange black car with New York “T’ve been drunk before.”
plates was parked in the driveway. I “Not at a time like this. Look at you!
went around to the rear entrance. Ellen Did you let Vera see you?”
was coming out of the -pantry. She “Vera?”
jumped like a frightened kitten. She and “Harold’s wife. A nice impression
her brother, Wilfred, were the house- you’d have made. I hope you crawled in
hold servants. She was about seventeen, the back way.” :
a peaked little thing with faded brown My face went hot. “I did. You make
hair and startled brown eyes. She and Vera sound pretty important.”
Wilfred came of the poorest kind of “Harold has done quite well for him-
mountain family. self. But you wouldn’t understand much
“Oh, Mr. Martin!” She made it sound about a wife, would you?”
as if she had been scared by Old Nick 5 I had to sit down. “You're hitting
himself. ow.”
“Who is the company from New He laughed, a sound filled with sadis-
York?” - tic pleasure. I looked at him. A sudden
“Your brother.” Then her mouth be- chill grabbed my spine.
came petulant. Her voice was sullen as “How long have you hated me this
she added, “And with a new wife. A way ?” I asked.
New York girl.” “Hated you? I don’t. I despise you,
I took the back stairs to the second as I despise all weakness. Weakness in
floor. In my room I set the pint of Old Government, in men, in theories. Un-
Seaman on the bureau. fortunately the weak number many, and
The door opened and Wilfred shuffled are able to usurp power rightfully be-
in. “I heard you come up, Mr. Martin. longing to their protectors.”
Anything I can fetch for you?” “You're telling me to get out?”
He was a year or so older than his “Not at all. I rather enjoy the spec-
sister, an obese boy with a round, soft tacle of you.”
face thatched with limp, sandy hair. His He was not only my senior by twenty-
face and his vacant, flat blue eyes sug- eight years; he was the man who had
gested inbreeding. He was sly, evasive. raised me. I could not strike him. He
I shook my head. “How long has had spoken his exit line. I kept my face
Harold been here?” turned until I heard him leave the room.
“Couple days.” I got my shaving stuff together again.
“Well, it’s a nice time of year to bring “Nuts to you,” .I told the Old Seaman
his new wife to Asheville. Plenty of bottle. Like many women, the bottle
summer color and cool nights in the would not keep its promises.
mountains now.” I shaved without my mind being on
Wilfred grunted. “If there ain’t any- the task. I was stunned at the feelings
thing you need, I’ll be going on down- I’d uncovered in Papa Joe. Something
stairs.” : pretty excruciating must have happened
to have shattered his control. I didn’t
/ he went out, I picked up a wonder much about it. There remained
razor, shaving cream, and a towel for me to leave as much like a gentleman
from the bureau. The door opened a as possible.
second time. This time it was Papa Joe. Now that I’d discovered his feelings,
He slammed the door. He beat the tip fragments of memories out of my youth
of his cane against the floor. He carried came back—his treatment of me, little
the cane more like a weapon than an aid actions and words dropped here and
to his crippled right knee. He was a there. I’d never thought too much of it
MAN SINISTER 13
before. I’d long been conditioned to ac- “No—no,” she said quickly. “I just
cept the status of orphan in the house- haven’t been feeling up to par. The trip
hold. Now I began to question Papa down and all, you know.”
Joe’s purpose. Perhaps my status, my Where the lace curtains parted, I
failures, had been food for years for his glanced through the window. A man
sadism. was standing in the shadows of a tree
I went downstairs. My head was pret- across the street. I couldn’t see details
ty clear, though a dull ache was working from here, but he was not Harold. Too
on the base of my skull. I was beginning short and blocky.
to get hungry. “It is a little close in here,” I said.
The strange car was gone from the I raised the window, propped my
driveway. I threw my cigarette over the palms on the dusty sill. The man across
porch railing, wgnt back in the house, the street walked away. I turned from
and turned into the heavy, gloomy, over- the window.
stuffed parlor. A woman was sitting in Vera said, “Would you mind terribly
a mohair wing chair. She was thumb- walking down toward the drug store?
ing through a magazine without seeing I’m worried about Harold. He’s a lit-
it tle upset. We had a bit of trouble with
When she looked up, I said, “How do the car on the way down.”
you do? You must be Vera.” “T’ll take a walk down there,” I said.
“Why, yes,eand I suppose you are I went out into the hall. It was a long
Steven.” hall, with a high ceiling, gloomy as twi-
She was beautiful. Her hair was a soft light. Portraits of Cranfords long dead
blonde mane. She had wide shoulders, reposed against the walls in oval frames.
a narrow waist, and good legs, and full As I reached the porch, Harold’s
breasts with a promise of lushness not black car swung into the driveway. I
hidden by her plunging neckline. waited for him. He smiled as he came
I offered her a cigarette. She took it, up the porch steps carrying a small
and as I held a light for her I had a package he’d brought from the drug
close-up of her face. Natural, unplucked store. :
even brows, gray eyes, a mouth that was We shook hands and said the usual.
full without seeming large. Long time no see. You’re looking well.
“Do you plan to be in Asheville long?” All that.
T asked her. He hadn’t changed much since the last
“T don’t know.” time I’d seen him. Still the clear, fragile-
I caught the cloud that shadowed her china skin, the light blond hair that
eyes for an instant. Maybe she had made waved a little, and with a few locks
the trip against her will. Or perhaps loose to the breeze. A few more lines
she just didn’t like it here. were about his eyes, and his mouth was
“How do you like our natural wonders beginning to develop some of the steel-
—Chimney Rock, the Smokies, the Van- trap qualities of Papa Joe’s.
derbilt house?” He was a magazine illustrator, a suc-
“T couldn’t say. I haven’t seen any of cessful one. Periodically he would send
them.” little notices to the Asheville papers
when his work was appearing in one of
GAIN that strain in her face. The the big national magazines. Now and
room grew uncomfortable. She then nice old ladies and aspiring young
rose, walked to the window. artists from the local art club would
“How far is it to Pressley’s Drug drop around to ask for Harold’s address.
Store?” she asked. “It?s nice you could get away for a
“About four blocks. Would you like while,” I said to him.
something from there?” Whatever was between Papa Joe and
“No. Harold went over there. He myself, I had lived a portion of my life
should have been back by now.” She with this man like a brother. We had
stopped speaking. Her face was white. never been close, though, and in school
I went over beside her. while I’d been getting a collar-bone
“Is something wrong?” broken playing football Harold had been
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on the debating team. Yet there was Later, it didn’t seem so important.
bound to be a sort of feeling between There were too many other matters to
us in spite of the fact that we were be settled in the world at the moment to
only foster brothers, and nothing Papa allow a little thing like a few million
Joe said or did would affect that. bucks to stand in the way of quick mar-
“You should have written that you riage when you know it’s your last leave,
were married,” I said, “and were com- and ‘she knows it too.
ing down. We’d have given you a recep- She lived all the way to the Rhine
tion.” with me, in my heart. Mrs. Steve Mar-
“The past three years haven’t given tin. Who were the Quavelys?
me much time to write,” he said. “I don’t A stealthy footfall behind a closed
care for parties, anyway.” door in the upper hall brought me back
“Liar!” I laughed. to the present. I opened the door. It
He turned on me suddenly. His eyes was obviously the room Harold and
got hard. His voice was harsh. “I mean Vera were occupying.
it, Steve! No parties. I didn’t come Wilfred was standing near the closet,
down here to fool around with a lot of his fat shaking as if he were afraid to
people.” look over his shoulder. A pair of pliers
“It’s your trip,” I said. showed its snout over the lip of the hip
He hesitated. “Well, look, Steve. I pocket of his jeans.
didn’t mean that quite the way it I walked across the eoom, spun him
sounded.” around. Then I made a quick grab and
“Forget it. I met your wife. Was she tore the revolver out of his hand.
a model?” He wiped his nose sullenly with his
“No. A secretary to a magazine edi- forefinger.
“Where'd you. get this?” I balanced
“She know how come I’m a Martin in the gun.
a family of Cranfords?” “It’s his—Harold’s.”
He nodded. “I sketched the details “You found it in here?” I demanded.
when I told her about you.” “Yeah, but I wasn’t going to take it.
I watched him go into the parlor. I’d I was just looking at it.”
been tense, talking to him. But he hadn't “You know what Mr. Cranford told
asked about Bryanne, my own wife. you the last time he caught you snoop-
ing.”
“T wasn’t snooping! I was just start-
Chapter II ing to straighten the room.”
“That’s Ellen’s job.”
WALKED upstairs. But I wasn’t in “She’s busy with this cooking—for
them, him!”
the house. I was back again in a USO “What do you mean by that?”
club and it was the time of the big war. “Nothing.” He was sullen.
I was fresh out of OCS, a green as grass “You’d be better off to talk to me,” I
ninety-day wonder in the infantry. A advised. “You’d get more understand-
crowd of brass was gathered near the ing.”
punch bowl. As a rift appeared, I saw He raised his eyes. Surprisingly they
her. She was dark, smoothly tanned by were swimming with hot tears. “I hate
the sun with black hair and eyes as mer- him! I hope he gets hurt. Ellen’s always
ry as chinkapins. She was wearing trying to smooch him when she gets
white. him in a corner.”
“North Carolina?” she said to me as “Ellen wouldn’t do that. She knows
we danced. “At last the Army is im- Harold is married.”
proving.”
“She wouldn’t care!” he said defiantly.
“What part?” I asked. “To her he’s a big New York artist.
“Greensboro,” she said. She’s always felt that way. A wife
I should have known then, but I just wouldn’t matter. She said once she -
didn’t pause to think. Bryanne Quavely. wouldn’t mind having a baby, if it was
North Carolina. Cigarette factories. Harold’s.” :
McGinty whirled, knowing
that death was coming
I’d known for a long time that Ellen a gun, too. He wouldn’t if somebody
had carried a torrid crush on Harold. hadn’t followed him down here.”
I’d expected her to outgrow it. Now, “I think you’re mistaken,” I said
seemingly, his absence and success had calmly. “A lot of people keep guns on
made her heart grow fonder than ever. their premises. Some even carry them
I would have to suggest to Harold that when they’re taking a trip by car. Now
he have a talk with Ellen, convince her put the pistol back where you found it
that if her love was strong enough she and get downstairs about your busi-
would carry it in noble silence to the ness.”
‘end of her days. It probably would ap-
peal to the martyr in her. THOUGHT it over after Wilfred
“What makes ya, think Harold will was gone. The big question in my
get hurt?” I asked Wilfred. “You’re not mind was the man who’d been across
getting any foolish notions, are you?” the street watching the house from the
“Naw. But I know he’s scared, and shadows of the tree. I wondered who he
running. And when a man’s like that was and why he was following Harold—
he’s in danger of getting hurt. He’s got if he was. It was possible that Wilfred’s
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imagination was exaggerating things. If foster mother, had died the soul had
something really serious was afoot, Har- gone from Papa Joe’s home.
old should—and was able—to go to the After dinner Vera and I wandered
police. toward the parlor, talking idly.
Mind your own knitting, Martin. “IT noticed you called Mr. Cranford
I went back downstairs. ‘Papa Joe,’” she said. “Why is that?”
Dinner was a quiet meal. I saw that “With my own parents dead,” I ex-
Vera noticed the way Ellen hovered at plained, “I felt that I shouldn’t call him
Harold’s elbow to serve him. The beau- ‘Papa.’ childish notion. So I tacked
tiful blonde smiled quietly. She was the name ‘Papa Joe’ onto him, and soon
pretty sure of her man. everybody was using it, including
Papa Joe related incidents out of Har- grown-ups.”
old’s childhood in an attempt to bring “He doesn’t like the name, does he?”
humor to the dinner. Nobody laughed “T don’t know. Now that you mention
much. It was obvious that Papa Joe was it, I suppose he doesn’t.”
pleased with his son’s marriage. Vera She laughed. “I’m glad I’m getting to
brought an air of sophistication, poise, know you, Steve. You’re refreshing.
charm, even into a dining room that’ You accept things at face value, in per-
seemed to have been designed for glum fectly good faith. You’re resilient. You
eating. keep right on acting in good faith even
Papa Joe was no less expansive about when life lets you down.”
his son. “He was touched with some- “T really appear that way to you?” I
thing different, perhaps near genius, was surprised.
from his boyhood,” Papa Joe told Vera. “Of course. Did I say something
“Not much like Steve, who cut classes wrong?”
when he got the chance and seemed de- I grinned wryly. “You might have
termined to get mixed up in one scrape done something easy, like swatting me
after another.” with that vase over there. I’ve acted
I met his eyes with a smile. I hadn’t with less faith than anybody I ever had
eaten much of his bread since I’d been the displeasure to meet. Sometimes I
able to shift for myself. But less than a think I’m the most decayed one of the
month ago, after grogging myself up whole tribe.”
and losing my job in Charleston, I’d re- “You mustn’t think such things about
turned to Asheville. I hadn’t figured I yourself!” she chided.
was sponging on him, for I believed “Tt isn’t healthy, normal, is it?”
myself just about even with Papa Joe. “No,” she said distantly.
Money that I’d saved during the war had I was sorry our talk had been routed
been partly responsible for keeping his into this channel. She was a nice kid.
business from going under, and I’d been She loved Harold. If she would bear the
paying my own way since I’d come back selfishness I knew to run deep in him,
this time for a visit. she would enjoy a nice life as the wife
And this would be the final time. I of a successful artist.
knew I would never return. Already I “T’m sorry,” I said. “You know I have
felt that heavy sense of loss that comes a wife, don’t you? Harold told you what
with any final departure. I had spent a I did to her?”
good part of my childhood in this house. “No, I didn’t know. Now it’s my turn
I had shoveled snow from the front —I’m sorry.” She offered her hand and
walks, and careened down the hill be- I shook it. We were friends again, and
fore the house on my first bicycle. From I was glad.
its rear upstairs windows I had potted From upstairs, Harold called to her.
at sparrows with a bean-shooter. After she had gone, I lighted a cigarette
Papa Joe’s wife had been my mother’s and went out on the porch to smoke it.
dearest friend. She had taken me in I was finishing the cigarette when the
after I had lost my mother, and she had stranger came. I was instantly almost
loved me like her own son. I’d eaten sure it was the same man I’d seen watch-
cookies baked by her in the same range ing the house. Short, blocky, dressed in
that Ellen used today. When she, my a baggy suit.
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MyEEN he stepped on the front when I passed down the upstairs hall.
porch JI got a look at his face in Vera was alone in the room, sitting rigid
the light spilling from the hallway. A beside the bed, as if waiting for some-
heavy Irish face. Eyes of cold slate. A thing to happen, something beyond her
red stubble of beard. A mouth that could control.
be either generous or tough as they “Hello,” she said, attempting a smile
come. as she saw me stop in the doorway.
I hadn’t moved out of the shadows. “Hello.” =
“Cranford,” he said, “I hope you didn’t “Harold is down there now talking
think I would give up so easily.” His with a strange man, isn’t he?” she asked.
voice was deep, rumbling in his chest, “Yes.” I stepped inside the room.
his words spoken with a clipped Yankee “What’s it all about?”
accent. “Tt’s that damn painting.” Falling
His belligerence annoyed me. I said, from her lips, the invective stunned me.
“Ym not Cranford. I’m his foster “One of Harold’s?”
brother. Would you like to give him a “Yes. Now and then he decides to do
message ?” a serious piece of work. Occasionally he
“T’d like to talk to him.” even manages to get around to it.”
“T could see if he’s in.” “This man—this McGinty—is after
“He’s in. He hasn’t left the house the painting?”
since he drove back an hour or more ago. “No, nothing like that. McGinty cares
His car is here, and he hasn’t left the nothing for the painting. The painting
house walking unless he went out the in itself is worth little. Two hundred
back way.” dollars, I should say. Harold calls the
-cue saying you’ve been watching painting The Wharf Girl. It’s supposed
us?” to express a mood of—well, a very dark,
“I’m saying that I’ve been trying to morbid mood. We saw the girl in a
see him. Now will you tell him I’m waterfront spaghetti joint one night.
here?” She had tried to jump off a dock. A big
Harold himself stepped out on the Irishman had seen her and had stopped
porch. “I’ve nothing more to say to you, her. He had brought her into the café
. McGinty. Except that this has got to ane bought her coffee. She was still sob-
stop! You understand?” ing.”
Harold was deeply shaken, facing this “The man was McGinty?”
man he called McGinty as if the act “You catch on quickly.”
required every ounce of courage-he pos- “He’s Irish—at least he looks Irish.
sessed. He was in a dangerous mood, I was just guessing.”
his back to whatever wall McGinty had “I wish we had never seen the girl,”
erected. Vera said, a note almost of desperation
McGinty said, “We can’t talk here.” in her voice. “She was a tiny thing who
“There’s no more talking to do!” Har- looked as if she’d always been underfed.
old said flatly. “You’ve been wrong from She had lovely white skin and her eyes
the beginning, McGinty. You’d do well were the largest and darkest I’ve ever
to make yourself scarce.” seen. When they turned on you, their
McGinty stood with his hands jammed gaze seemed to jump at you. They were
in his pockets, a thin smile on his face. eyes so morbid and pathetic it was hard
“T’m getting you just about where I to look at them and not shudder. Harold
want you,” he said. “Just about to the wanted to paint her.”
breaking point.” She stopped speaking. I let the silence
His words reacted on Harold like hang. She didn’t break it.
short, hard punches to the mid-section. I said, after a moment, “You haven’t
“We'll talk,” McGinty said. told me anything really.”
Harold dropped'a glance at me. I in- “I haven’t intended to. Why should I
terpreted it as resignation. He wished mix you up in our troubles?”
to speak to McGinty alone. I went in She was listening. For Harold’s foot-
the house. fall returning up the stairs. Then the
The door of Harold’s room was open footfall sounded and her shoulders
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sagged faintly in relief. She practically her mother and sister on one furlough,
forgot I was there. I picked up the cue not long before that last furlough before
and crossed the hallway toward my own I shipped out. They’d known they were
room. Harold brushed past me. His losing her. Lucy, the sister, in particu-
face was cotton-white; his eyes blazing. lar was infused with the importance of
He entered his room, and I heard his family prestige. One thing could be
sharp, angry voice speaking to Vera, said for Lucy. She hadn’t kept her cards
without being able to distinguish indi- up her sleeve. She had drawn the line;
vidual words. she had spoken her on guard; then she
had done battle.
Chapter III But all of them had failed. I never
could blame them too much. I had lost
FEW moments after I closed my Bryanne ‘finally through failure of my
own door behind me I heard Papa own.
Joe’s door slam, heard his footsteps re- I set the Old Seaman back on the
sound in the hall. Then the slam of an- bureau. If Lucy were on my team, if
other door. Papa Joe had joined his son she were here now, what would she say?
and daughter-in-law. Something like, ‘“Ever since Papa Joe’s
McGinty, I thought, whatever it is flare-up late this afternoon you’ve been
pushing you, you’d better have your thinking, haven’t you? He bashed your
game well-planned. You’re dealing with eyes open, didn’t he? Just as soon as you
a high-strung man. Like TNT Harold can do so without any unpleasantness,
might go off in your face if you shake making a scene, you’re leaving here.
him a little the wrong way. Then why not keep right on fighting?
The pint of Old Seaman was still on You won once. Then at the first failure
my bureau. I picked it up. The amber you felt that Bryanna was lost to you
fluid brought back a quick memory. A forever. Forever is a long time, my
party. Year 1945. Just the two of us friend. In this life you’re not privileged
having a party because war had ceased to back up and start over, to erase, past
to be my mistress and I was home with mistakes, but you’re never denied a new
my wife. beginning from the moment you decide
It was almost a solemn party. She to begin again.”
had been unutterably dear and desirable I knew then that I'd been toying with
sitting across the-table from me. The the idea for weeks. I hadn’t liked the
long agony of waiting was mirrored in taste of defeat from the beginning. Stuff
her eyes, eyes that were dark pools of like the Old Seaman hadn’t been able
feeling that night. As we danced, her to wash it out-of my mouth.
arm across my back clutched me. We I walked over to the window. I for-
didn’t talk as we danced. I think we got Harold’s troubles, Papa Joe’s raw ©
were both afraid because of the dammed bitterness because he was forced to grub
up feelings inside of us. Not afraid of for a living in the construction business
the feelings themselves, understand, of grandeur—this in a land where his
only afraid that an untoward gesture forbears had ruled.
might spoil the mood. I felt exhilarated. There would have
We went back to our table and drank to be a job, of course, a good one. A
highballs. She looked at her drink and little egg in the bank. But it could be
said, “You'll never be sorry, Steve?” done.
“I? I could never be! I should be From the window, I looked down on
asking you that question myself.” the front lawn. My thoughts broke off
“Sorry that I’m not a Quavely any as I saw the shadowy figure of a man go
longer?” Her laugh was shaky, causing down the walk, turn north on the side-
me to look at her quickly. walk. He was about the size and build
She must have had a pretty rugged of Harold.
time of it at home. They’d had months A knock sounded on my door. Still
and months to take her away from me. watching the quickly moving man, out-
They had®ailed. But I suspected how side, I said, “Come in.”
hard they must have tried. I had met The door opened, and I turned to find
MAN SINISTER 19
Vera moving across the room toward Hickory, the last move I had seen him
me. Her eyes were agitated. “I thought make, removed the possibility of that.
Harold might be in here.” Northland ran straight into the business
“No, I haven’t seen him since he came section. He wasn’t going far, either, or
up after talking to McGinty.” he would have taken his car.
She sat weakly on the edge of the bed. I started west on Hickory, walking
“I’m seared,” she said frankly. “Harold rapidly under the dark canopy of the
said he wanted a big slug of straight maples that lined the sidewalk. The
whisky to settle his nerves. He said terrain changed in a few blocks. Houses
there was a bottle in the buffet. I went became fewer, weed-grown fields more
to the dining room and got the bottle prominent. And a few more blocks
and glasses. When I came back up just further on the street would begin twist-
now he was gone.” ing downhill toward a settlement of
large old houses that had been converted
TURNED back to the window. It was into tenement dwellings for Negroes.
dark out there now, as dark as if a I could surmise only one destination
thunder squall were in the making. Then for Harold. About midway between
in the glow of the street light at the in- Northland and the Negro district stood
tersection of Hickory street and North- an empty cottage on Hickory that Papa
land avenue, I saw my man. He was Joe owned. If I did not find Harold
turning west on Hickory. there, I had lost him completely.
“T’ll look around outside,” I said. The bungalow stood forbidding and
“Likely he decided a short walk would dismal, its windows like black mirrors.
relax him more than a drink.” I passed the weathered, lopsided “For
She looked up at me. “I hope you’re Sale” sign at the corner of the yard.
right,” she said in a low voice. “But The unkempt grass chopped at my
Harold is armed.” ankles.
Papa Joe and I entered the hall at the Just as I was deciding that my hunch
same moment. had been wrong, I saw a flash of light
“What’s up?” he demanded. “Where in the bungalow. I moved to the window
are you going?” that had reflected it.
I didn’t have time to answer his ques- Harold and McGinty were inside the
tions. I took the stairs down two at a bungalow, McGinty crouched in the
time. beam of the flashlight in Harold’s hand.
By the time I reached the intersection McGinty’s eyes were distended, his face
of Hickory and Northland, Harold had mottled with fear. He was holding one
vanished. I stood in indecision. He hand out before him, saying hoarsely,
hadn’t been heading uptown toward the
“No!”
business district. His turn west on Then Harold began shooting. Mc-
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Ginty whirled, knowing in that final in- I followed you. Was that shooting I
stant that death was coming. He plunged heard ?”
through a doorway behind him, into the “T’m afraid it was.”
yawning black emptiness of the room “Inside the cottage?”
beyond. Harold fired five times, as “Ves.”
thing I’d said when the skid started. “May we speak to you?”
Then she’d screamed and the sound had “Of course.”
been muffled in the crash. Opening the door, I motioned them in-
A long time later I’d clawed my way to the room. Hagan was a large man,
out of the wreckage. She was pinned be- solidly built, with a wide, placid face.
neath the car. She turned her head. I He looked as if he would enjoy quiet
was filled with abject horror; she was Sunday drives with his wife and kids.
still conscious. Conroy I judged to be ten years or so
“Steve,” she’d said, “there isn’t any younger, about thirty-five. He was as
feeling in my legs.” big as Hagan, but on him it was
The closing in of the irresistible wall stretched to a horizon six inches higher.
as I exhausted one financial source after I thought, Watch it, Steve. They’ve
another until no more were left. She still found McGinty.
needed specialists, care beyond my Hagan said, “You’re the foster son of
reach. The Quavely money was her only Mr. Joseph Cranford, I believe.”
hope. I’d told myself I should feet grate- I waited.
ful when Papa Quavely and Lucy had He continued, “You’ve been staying
offered their bargain. I was, for Bry- with Mr. Cranford for a time?”
anne’s sake. “The past week or so.”
But making that bargain in no wise “Before that?”
indicated that I was prepared to bargain i “T worked in Charleston. South Caro-
again, on the terms Lucy had handed me ina.”
tonight. I hoped she would enjoy the “What kind of work?”
scenery during her stay here. “In Charleston I operated a bull-
dozer.”
ALLOWED myself to feed on my “Make out pretty good?”
anger as I walked up Northland into “You know the cost of bulldozing,
the business district. I found a cheap grading work. I made enough to keep
walk-up hotel. I had come out of my me for the time.”
binge with nearly twenty dollars left, “Prior to your return here, had you
plus a watch I could pawn tomorrow lived in your former home for some
morning. Any kind of job would do un- time?”
til I could manage the proper appear- “No, it’s been several years since I
ance for the right kind of employer. lived in Asheville.” This, I thought, was
There was still the Atlanta sales office of a queer lead up to McGinty. Or maybe
the firm turning out big shovels, ditch they always got some background in-
diggers, and bulldozers. Perhaps it formation with their first questions.
it would be wise to return to the point Hagan spoke again in his molasses
where evil had begun and turn it into and corn pone accent. “You’ve been do- |
good. ing some drinking since your return?”
Lucy, I accept the challenge. I gave him a quick glance. It seemed
After I had breakfast the next morn- he already had tapped some source or
ing, I returned to the hotel. Two men other for background information.
in the dusty lobby left their lumpy chairs “Yes,” I said
and started up the stairs behind me. I “Relations were of the best between
reached the third floor corridor, stopped Mr. Cranford and you?”
at my room, slipped the key in the lock. I hesitated. “Would you mind telling
The two men came down the hallway me if this line of questioning is relevant
and stopped, one on either side of me. to whatever brought you here?”
The man on my left reached in his inner “T assure you that it is. Will you
pocket, took out a small leather case, answer my question?”
opened it, showing me a small, gold “T haven’t seen too much of Mr. Cran-
badge. ford since my return. Only at meal-
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times, now and then in the evenings. “Like the captain told you,” he said,
And not at those times every day.” “the girl found him. He must have been
“You’re evading what I asked you, dead there in his room since before mid-
Mr. Martin. Was there any ill feeling night. Unless the autopsy turns up
between you and Mr. Cranford?” something different, we’re betting that
“A certain measure, I suppose.” Mr. Cranford was killed with chloral
“You’ve argued with him?” hydrate administered in a drink of
“To a certain degree.” whisky. You know anything about
“And that’s why you left his home last poisons ?”
“night?”
“Partially. How do you know when I “Well, alcohol steps up the action of
left, or where I came?” chloral-hydrate. Like hitting somebody
“Your foster brother told us you had , over the head with a sledge-hammer.
packed a bag and left. It doesn’t take Mild doses of the stuff are used in sleep-
long to check the hotels in a town of this ing capsules. That girl, Ellen, tells us
size. Now, tell me, Mr. Martin, were you that a doctor gave Mr. Cranford a pre-
_ drinking when you returned home yes- scription several weeks ago. Mr. Cran-
terday afternoon?” ford had the girl get the prescription re-
filled day before yesterday. We found
“But you do admit a heated argument the bottle, empty, and called the drug-
with Mr. Joseph Cranford? And you gist. Chloral hydrate.”
were in a high state of nerves from pre- Conroy lit a cigarette and replaced the
vious drinking?” package in his pocket. He went on then,
- “Both statements are partly correct. “Naturally we thought of suicide, but
Will you tell me what this is all leading the captain won’t believe that Mr. Can-
up to?” ford was the kind of man to take his
own life.”
ONROY spoke for the first time. “A My mind was leap-frogging, trying to
servant girl—Ellen Holecomb—went make a connection. Harold in flight.
to Mr. Cranford’s room this morning McGinty. The nearly worthless painting
to call him to breakfast. She knocked of a girl waif who’d tried to commit
on the door. It wasn’t securely latched, suicide off a New York City dock. The
and swung open. She found Mr. Cran- shooting of McGinty. The blank wall
ford on the floor of his room. Dead. I’d encountered there in the bungalow. |
Poisoned. Murdered.” Now the murder of Papa Joe, the most
I rode with Conroy back to Northland unreasonable happening of all. I could-
Avenue. We entered a house heavy with n’t imagine how it could possibly be tied
the hush of death. Ellen, with eyes red in with the rest.
and swollen from weeping, let us in and
closed the front door behind us. Chapter VI
“Has your brother returned?” Hagan
asked her gently. Y INSIDES began a transmutation:
“No, sir.” to cold jelly as I considered
Hagan motioned me into the parlor. motives. Harold would not have killed
I entered and saw Harold. He was his own father. It was just as unlikely
slumped in a chair, an old, tired man of that Vera would have. Ellen and Wilfred
thirty. In his gaze, as it fell on me, was had just as little reason. Papa Joe had
no warmth, no sign of recognition. But been their bread and butter, and they
then his eyes spoke an agonized ques- were accustomed to his tirades.
tion: Why, Steve? Did you do it? Even if McGinty could have slipped
I put my hand on Harold’s shoulder. into the house here, for some reason
What could be said at a time like this? wanting Papa Joe out of the way, he
Harold nodded and left the room, in a couldn’t have known where the poison
daze. : was. To have him accidentally find it
“T wish you’d bring me up to date on and prepare a drink, somehow knowing
the details,” I said to Conroy. that Papa Joe would drink it, was
He sat down in an overstuffed chair. stretching the wildest laws of chance
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and coincidence far beyond the breaking gan’s mind. He might even conclude that
point. Anyway, McGinty was after Har- I’d been drunk enough to poison the man
old, not Papa Joe. who had reared me.
Lucy Quavely had been in the house I knew he was waiting for me to make
the night before, but what possible rea- just one slip. If there had been so much
son could she have for murdering Papa as a single bullet mark in the empty cot-
Joe? Besides, she wouldn’t take a tage I might have told him the whole
chance of blighting the Quavely name, story, at that. But now the only one, be-
no matter how much she might want to sides Harold and me, who had heard the
kill somebody. - shots was in the morgue.
And that extremely unpleasant proc- When Hagan departed, with a caution
ess of elimination left only one person. to stay within reach, I went to look for
My shoulder had been stiff this morning Ellen. I found her in the ktichen. She
when I woke. If Hagan discovered my was spreading a napkin over a plate of.
black and blue marks and in any way food she was placing in the warmer of
could learn that I’d received them last the range. She threw a startled glance
night when Papa Joe struck me with his over her shoulder at me as I entered.,
cane, I could picture that police cap- “T ain’t myself, Mr. Martin,” she said,
tain’s reaction. with a tremor in her voice. “Not since
Panic crawled into my throat. I the minute I found poor Mr. Cranford,”
lighted a cigarette when I caught Con- “Now of course you’re worried about
roy watching me closely, walked over to Wilfred.”
a chair and sat down. - “Yes, sir.”
' “You’re sure you’ve leveled with us, “You know where he is, don’t you?”
Martin?” he asked me shrewdly. “About Her gaze came quickly to my face.
the quarrel you had with the old man Her lips pursed. She was a pretty little
and all the other details?” creature with her wide eyes dewy with
“T’m positive.” tears. “How would I know?” she wailed.
Conroy settled back in his chair. “Just a guess.” I shrugged. “Wilfred
“When we find Wilfred we might pick scares easily. He wouldn’t want to hide
up a lead. When did you see him last?” where he was completely alone. He’d
“Late yesterday.” want help, the assurance of somebody
So Wilfred was gone and Hagan had he loved and could trust. I thought he
been unable so far to find him. The jelly might have got in touch with you.”
didn’t suddenly turn to flesh and blood “Oh-no<sir |]
again, but I had the thought that Wil- “Who saw him last?”
fred’s disappearance might remove some
of the pressure from me, give me alittle “T guess I did, Mr. Martin.”
time to do something. Just what, I “When?”
didn’t know. All I knew that Hagan “Last night. Young Mr. Cranford
didn’t know was that business about rushed in the house, then his father
McGinty and the empty bungalow. Har- came in a few minutes later. Old Mr.
old wouldn’t let the police in on that, of Cranford began yelling for Wilfred to
course, and certainly Vera would ac- come up to his room. Wilfred went, and
cede to his wishes and remain silent. nobody saw him any more.”
She would go a long way to protect him. “He’s hiding because he’s afraid,
She had already proved she would stick Ellen,” I told her. “Mr. Cranford must
to her man when the going got rough. have died just before Wilfred went in-
Hagan came back downstairs. I out- to his room or while he was there. Wil-
lined my movements of yesterday after- fred was afraid someone might think he
noon and evening for him, except that I had something to do with it and ran.
skipped the episode of the cottage. Even But his running makes it all the worse.
if I had mentioned it, I knew well enough You see that, don’t you?”
that Harold would deny the whole thing.
Unless McGinty or his body turned up I HE lowered her eyes. “Yes, sir.”
would be made out a ridiculous and fan- “Tf he gets in touch with you, you'll
tastic liar, putting new questions in Ha- let me know ?”
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She was silent. liable.” She suddenly chuckled. “If I
I said, “I promise you that rn do had made a deal with him Hagan would
everything I can for Wilfred.” love that. It would just about fix things
She nodded. for you, Steve. Say you were deter-
“Harold will help too. You know Har- mined to hang onto the Quavely money.
old would never let anything happen to Papa Joe was about to queer it. Such a
Wilfred, feeling as he does about you.” grave obstacle had to be removed.”
My stab found its mark. She was too “They call that perjury, Lucy.”
simple to control her feelings, but not “Do you think the captain would be-
simple enough to miss the meaning of lieve you? Or believe me? I’m ‘smart
my statement. Her face went scarlet. enough to make it good, Steve, to make
She turned quickly and busied herself at it stick.” She laughed again. “So I don’t
the stove. have to spend thirty thousand dollars on
Harold, you stinking tramp. you at all, do 1? You'll be sensible and
Harold stayed in his room with Vera agree to Bryanne’s freedom now, I’m
for the most part, leaving me to speak sure.”
to sympathetic callers as news of Papa She hung up. I stood with the dead
Joe’s death spread. I made the neces- phone in my hand. A ridge of sweat had
sary arrangements for the time when formed across my forehead. Lucy had
the coroner should release Papa Joe’s neatly turned my suspicions of her and
hody. Papa Joe into a trap. I told myself that
Lucy Quavely phoned me about eleven she was bluffing. But my heart was
0’ clock, a brittle quality in her voice. beating hard, with fear—and hatred.
“T have just suffered a frightful indig- I slammed the phone into its cradle
nity,” she informed me. and turned to the window. A man was
“We all do, at times,” I murmured. idling across the street. For an instant
“You didn’t have to send that police- my scalp went tight as I thought he
man to my hotel with his questions, might be McGinty. But he was too tall.
Steve,” A stake-out of Hagan’s, probably,
“T didn’t.” watching the house.
“You told him I was in the Cranford Then a taxi rolled to a stop beforethe
home last night.” house, and a woman got out. Without
“T told him you talked to me a few hesitation, she came up the walk toward
minutes in the parlor. By the way, Lucy, the house. The same black hair. The
how did you happen to locate me?” same softly angular face. The slender
“It took a week or two,” she said body was thinner now; the long legs
sharply, “tracing you from job to job. took short steps.
Your last employer in Charleston said I rushed into the hall and jerked the
you’d left for Asheville. I came up, since front door open. My wife was lifting a
Mr. Cranford’s home seemed to be the slim finger to ring the bell!
logical place to start looking for you We looked at each other and it was all
here.” I could do to control my feelings. She
I drawled thoughtfully, “Did you ever smiled.
consider that Papa Joe might be a pow- “Hello, Steve.”
erful ally for you, Lucy—for a monetary “Hello, Bry.”
consideration, of course?”
I expected a violent reaction. Instead, E TOLD each other that we were
she said calmly, “Naturally I did. I looking well. Then we were in the
knew his wife had insisted on adopting silent parlor and our bodies came to-
you, and that he considered you too un- gether and our lips met. Finally I held
important even to be a necessary evil. I her back to look at her.
also knew that he was in constant fi- “Well!” she sighed. She sat down.
nancial difficulties. He was entirely too “Do you have a cigarette?”
superior and insulting and short-tem- I lighted one for her. She took a cou-
pered to be a business success.” ple of puffs before saying through her
“So you made a deal with Papa Joe?” smile, “I came prepared to be brisk,
“IT did not! I thought him too unre- businesslike, to ask if you had a job,
MAN SINISTER 29
what you intended to do with yourself in “Yes, but they are not so sure now.
the future. You moved too quickly for They forced us apart. They’re aware of
my feelings. They also know that you
“Would you believe that I intended to seemed to be deliberately trying to de-
come to Greensboro as soon as I got a stroy yourself. They’ll still fight, but
job?” their punches will lose their sting. For-
Her eyes and mouth released the give them, Steve, and give them an op-
smile, growing serious. She studied my portunity to stop fighting without losing
face. “I’ve always believed it, Steve. I face.” ;
know the bargain my folks forced on I thought of Lucy sitting in a room in
you. It was cruel, unfair. Somehow the Bradley Hotel, claws unsheathed. I
we'll have to repay them every penny.” wasn’t sure Lucy would interpret for-
I pulled a chair close and sat down be- giveness as such. To her it would be
fore her, reaching for her hands. “Lucy calling her bluff. There was a big chance
told me you were up and around, but she she would never follow the bluff through.
‘made it seem as if—” Doing so would involve the Quavely
“Lucy has been here?” name, indirectly, through the husband of
“Last night.” a Quavely, in murder. But she might
Bryanne laughed. “The dirty little feel that the Quavely name was already
plotter. I suppose she had a deal in involved. Forgiveness certainly entailed
mind. She told me she was driving down complications.
to the beach for a week. She probably “You always admired a fighter, Steve,”
guessed I was tracing you and managed Bryanne said quietly. “They’re fighters.
to keep up with my progress so that she You’ve seen only their worst side. They
knew where you were about as quickly do have a good side. I know you’ll never
as I did.” be close to them in your feelings, and T°
Her glance curved up to lock with realize how much I am asking of: you.
mine, her eyes deepened. “Steve, before But don’t let them be an invisible barrier
things can be as they should, you’ll have between you and me, Steve.”
to forgive yourself.” “T’ll do the best I can,” I promised.
“T can do that.” She almost cried. Her lips held a trem-
“You'll have to forgive the folks as ulous smile.
well,” she pleaded. “Try to understand “There are several things you must be
them, Steve. From the _ beginning told,” I said.
they’ve been fighting for something they As quietly as I could I gave her the
thought belonged to them. They’ve been whole story, including Lucy’s threat.
so sure that our wartime infatuation, as “Leave Lucy to me,” she said, when
they called it, would blow over, but that I’d finished. “TI’ll register at the Lang
before it did, it would cost a terrible Park Hotel and get in touch with her.
ice. ” Steve, I’ll be waiting. I can’t tell you
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how badly I feel because of this dreadful turing me with impossibilities !”
thing happening to Papa Joe. But don’t I gave him a moment to calm down.
worry about Lucy, darling.” “Then for such a large favor as you
I kissed her when the taxi came in think I did for you,” I said, “you should
answer to my phone call, and as I be prepared to do a small one for me.”
watched her go away I remembered what “What is it?” he asked sullenly.
she had said. She would be waiting. “Find Wilfred.”
“Hagan will find him. Wilfred killed
Chapter VII Papa Joe. That’s obvious. When Wil-
fred is found Hagan will wring the
ARLY in the afternoon, Vera came truth out of him and this whole dirty
downstairs to take lunch up to Har- thing will be over.” His words carried
old. While she was busy in the kitchen all the conviction his wishful thinking
with Ellen, I went upstairs. Harold was could summon.
standing at the front window looking at “All the more reason for finding Wil-
Hagan’s stake-out across the street. fred,” I said.
Harold was pale and tired. From the “What makes you think J could find
droop of his lower lip I guessed him to him?”
‘be in a sullen, petulant mood. “Because I think Ellen knows where
He asked what arrangements I’d made he is. You’re the one person who might
about the funeral. After I told him, I get it out of her. He hasn’t run far, and
veered our talk abruptly. he has let Ellen know where he is. This
“T want to hear about McGinty.” morning I found her fixing a plate of
“What about him?” food, and it was not for herself. Not for
“Everything.” me. She didn’t bring it up here, did
“It was personal,” he said curtly. she?”
“No.”
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“Good night, Steve.” HE effort to bring his ego into the
My voice stopped him at the bottom battle revealed itself on his face.
of the stairs. “This thing is real, wheth- The effort failed, and he said in a lim
er you want to believe it or not. McGinty voice, “It’s the only way out. I can’t
will come again. Or he’ll phone. He’ll let go on with things as they’ve turned out
you know that he’s still alive, more de- to be. You’ll guarantee your help?”
termined than ever to nail you. A man “All I’m able to give. Now for a few
who followed you all the way from New details. First, the girl. The one you
York won’t give up easily. When he painted after she tried to commit sui-
comes or calls, I’ll be waiting, Harold. vide off a dock one night.”
I’ll do what I can to help you,’ in ex- “McGinty rescued her,” he said.
change for the truth.” “That much I know. He brought her
His gaze stayed fastened to my face into the café where you were eating and
a moment longer, then he turned and you saw the girl. Was it for the first
mounted the stairs. time?”
I went into the parlor. McGinty, I was “Yes,” he said, speaking like a robot.
certain, would not be long in bringing “IT asked her to come to my studio, and
my prediction to pass. He had given gave her the address. I didn’t really ex-
Harold time to consider himself safe. pect her to do it, but she came. I started
Now was the psychological moment to the portrait. I suppose she felt she was
strike. entering a brand new world. We—kid-
I picked up a book, settled myself in ded around—”
an armchair under a lamp, and opened He glanced at Vera, and a slow flush
the yellow pages. I had read a dozen spread over his pallor. He looked at her,
paragraphs before it occurred to me that at her lovely blonde beauty, the swelling
] hea not bothered to take a look at the curves of her beautiful young breasts
title. as emotion quickened her breathing, he
The phone rang at ten forty-five. I looked at her slender waist and the
allowed it to scream three times before smoothly turned thighs under her cling-
I picked up the receiver. ing frock—and he didn’t know what to
A heavy voice asked, “Cranford?” I say, what he could say. Here was beauty
heard a click as the extension in the and purity, the woman he wanted al-
upper hallway was raised from the hook. ways to hold in his arms as he must now
The voice repeated, “Cranford?” And be remembering to have held her—how
on the extension Harold asked, “What could he go on with a sordid story?
is it?” Suddenly he blurted, “Must we go into
I replaced the receiver and began to that, Steve? You’re a man—you know
count the minutes. When five of them how it is, h-how things can happen. I—
had passed, Harold.and Vera came J—” My silence was his answer, for he
downstairs. drew a long, hard breath and said,
He was a picture of abject defeat, “Well, after that I introduced her to
of utter misery, of nerves .too long some of the people I knew. She was
stretched beyond the snapping point. taken with the idea of being a model,
He stood before me, his face a pale and annoyed two or three artists who
thing of hollow shadows. Vera stood be- gave her an opening. All of them knew
side him, not once taking her eyes from —they told me—that she was a wild
his face. little thing. Completely primitive, she
“McGinty phoned,” he said. was, but—but she could grip a man.
“IT know.” Sex was her whole existence.”
“What do you want me to say?” he He stopped, his eyes alive with memo-
asked dully. : ries. He deliberately avoided looking at
“I want to know everything there is Vera now, though I had a feeling from
to know.” a glance at her face that all this was no
“All right.” He looked around, as if new story to her, though there might be
searching for a place to sit down. something new in the telling.
“And I want Hagan to know it later,” “And where does McGinty re-enter?”
I said. I prompted.
MAN SINISTER 35
“He fell in love with the girl. Prob- see the spot I was in? I thought Mc-
ably it started for him when he found Ginty would cool off. He showed no dis-
her there on the dock. He worshiped position to do so, making my life hell
her. He married her.” with phone calls, following me on the
“Ts that so bad?” streets. If I pulled the police back into
“She was going to have a baby. My it there was too strong a possibility of
baby.” their discovering I had been in the
In the silence that crimped on the apartment. Perhaps some pair of un-
room only Harold’s breathing was audi- known eyes had seen me and would re-
ble. I managed words after several sec- member if circumstances were arranged
onds. just the right way. Perhaps they would
“And then?” call it murder. I thought I had shaken
“She must have told McGinty about loose of McGinty when we drove down
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last phone call was a demand that I see For an instant fire gleamed again in
her. I went to the apartment where she his eyes. “You see what this has cost
and McGinty lived. She had worked her- me? My work, my peace of mind, every-
self into a half crazed state. I was there thing!” .
alone with her when she jumped—from That blow hit Vera the hardest. It
a tenth story window.” hadn’t cost him entirely everything un-
His voice choked him. After a mo- til this moment when he had voiced the
ment, he was able to go on. thought, reducing her love to nothing.
“T’d been careful not to be seen enter- He said, “I was no more to blame than
ing the apartment, walking up all ten the girl from the wharf was. And I was
flights. I was even more careful when wholly blameless for her death. She was
I left. McGinty found a cigarette stub destined for suicide. It was a part of
in the apartment. She didn’t smoke, and the very fibers of her mind. She had
he smoked cigars. His suspicions fas- tried it once, hadn’t she?” A long silence
tened on me immediately. When he followed his words. Then he said,
found out the brand of cigarettes I “What will you do now to help?”
smoked, he was certain I’d been in the “T’ll help you face it. It’s the only way
apartment. Of course, he took it to you'll ever get free of McGinty. Papa
the police and they dragged me in. But Joe’s death was a mistake. The poison
the cigarette is a common brand and was intended for me—to insure my si-
they had no proof that I’d been near the lence. Papa Joe killed himself.”
place. McGinty was different. He decid-
ed to force it from me—a confession of AROLD burst out, “He’d never com-
murder.” mit suicide?”
He brought his haggard gaze up. “I didn’t say that. He murdered him-
“Steve, I swear it was suicide, but you self. You and Papa Joe believed that
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you’d murdered a man in the bungalow little signs in Papa Joe’s room, little
last night. You two believed that I was signs all around for Hagan to read when
the lone witness who would speak, who he knows what to look for. Be that as it
did in fact state flatly that he would may, it’s a chance we’ll have to take, all
speak. You believed that I relented and of us.”
removed McGinty for you. That left only Vera turned and started from the
Papa Joe to regard me as highly dan- room. Harold pushed himself up out of
gerous, desperately dangerous. He was his chair with her name on his lips.
fighting, remember, for his own flesh She stopped at the doorway, and he
and blood, his only son, against a man caught her hand. She looked at him.
he considered unspeakably inferior, an Yes, she was sure of her man—but not
outsider. for the reasons she had believed.
“I can picture the working of his He had lost her. She might stay with
mind. He would meet me when I re- him; she might even grow old with him;
turned to the house, sound me out. If but Harold had lost his beautiful Vera
there was no chance at all that I’d keep forever. As she moved again, the soft
my mouth shut, then he’d appear beaten curves of her breast were as full. and
and pour us a drink, in which he’d al- promising as ever, but their promise
ready dumped his sleeping capsules. was no longer for Harold.
Only he wouldn’t drink his and later he’d “Let’s go upstairs,” he pleaded.
force enough whisky down my gullet She stepped aside to allow him to walk
and over my clothes to make it seem ahead of her.
that my efforts to turn alcoholic had suc- She glanced back at me.
ceeded only too wall. “You never know what tomorrow
“McGinty would be spirited away, I holds,” I said. “I thought it was all over
would be found dead in my bed, and for me once, too.”
the doctor of Papa Joe’s choice would She said nothing, but turned to follow
have little reason to doubt Papa Joe’s Harold. I picked up the phone. There
words as to my recent activities with were two calls I had to make. The call
a bottle. A death certificate would be to Hagan could wait a few minutes.
quickly signed that would end it. But First things first.
a drink from the wrong bottle spoiled it I dialed, and the room clerk at the
for Papa Joe. When Hagan has all the “Lang Park Hotel came on the wire.
facts, he will have little trouble checking “We do not have a Mrs. Bryanne Mar-
up to discover the truth of what I am tin registered,” he told me. “The only
saying. In the light of this knowledge, Martins registered are a Mr. and Mrs.
that weak motive he thinks I might have Steven Martin.”
had for harming Papa Joe will go pale. “Mrs. Steven Martin will do nicely,” I
Hagan will have method and means, the said. “This is her husband calling.”
instrument of police science at his beck- While I waited for them to call her
oning. For instance, there may be fin- room, I thought, Mr. and Mrs. She regis-
gerprints on the Old Seaman bottle, or tered for both of us. @ee
OU don’t have to be a big time coun- false accusation later on, they searched
terfeiter with elaborate equipment the suspect. In his pocket they found
and an extensive system of distribution several torn matchbook covers. Upon
to “shove the queer.” No, indeed! An comparison, the pieces he had used for
iron washer or a street car token is also coins were found to fit those torn covers
classed as spurious currency when it is perfectly. Arrested and fined $20, he
used for the purpose of defrauding. hasn’t attempted his racket since.
For instance, at Bend, Oregon, the po- Then there was the bright person who
lice have recently been troubled no end discovered that the little cork wafers in
by petty chiselers who use every conceiv- beer bottle caps are just as good coin as
able type of slug to steal time from park- any minted by Uncle Sam when it comes
ing meters in the downtown section. The to snitching a little parking time. This
chief of police there has got quite a col- one didn’t push his luck too far but gave
lection of these bogus “coins” on hand, up before he felt the hot breath of the
and they represent a sad commentary on law on the back of his neck.
the moral fiber of many otherwise re- Another chiseling character used
spectable citizens. those small circular plastic counters
Most of the offenders can be said to which come with the game of tiddly-
be only occasional thieves. Caught short winks. He spent them quite generously,
on change, they resort to the use of sales too. So generously, in fact, that the cop-
tax tokens in the meters. But there are pers around headquarters had enough of
a few who deliberately set out to rook them on hand to engage in a little game
the city. These petty characters rack of tiddlywinks, themselves, now and
their brains to devise ever newer, more then.
ingenious methods to keep from spend- This surreptitious practice of using
ing their own cash. sales tax tokens, metal slugs, or what-
A case in point is that of a wise guy have-you to save a few pennies is bad
who hit on the novel expedient of tear- enough, but what is much worse, it fouls
ing coin-size pieces out of matchbook up the parking meters so badly that
covers and inserting them in slots meant they have to be repaired much more fre-
for pennies and nickels. This was going quently than usual. Thus, in the long
too far, and the police set a trap for him. run, Mr. John Q. Public pays for this
They nabbed him, too, right in the act! petty crime just as he does all crime—
However, to make sure they were not and that includes the trickery of our
letting themselves in for a lawsuit for shover of the queer, too. eee
37
The killing was a filthy mess, yet before reporter Gifford sat down
to write its story—he shook hands with the slayer!
38
UM UH ae
A Novel by FREDERICK C. DAVIS
Chapter |
URRAY GIFFORD found himself Gifford rolled over and profanely found
sitting up in bed, muttering blas- the telephone. He longed to heave it into
phemy and groping for the electric the corner after the clock, but the harsh
alarm clock in the darkness. voice he heard was one that commanded
Its strident bell shrieked at him while attention.
he fumbled with the shut-off lever. The “The tip just came from the City Hos-
infernal clamor wouldn’t stop. Resort- pital,” Gifford heard it saying. “Hop
ing to drastic measures, he yanked the over to the Fletcher place right away
cord out by the roots and flung the and cover the story.”
damned contraption into the corner. The It was Hackett talking, Gifford’s city
resulting crash pleased him. With a editor on the Queen City Chronicle. The
moan of relief, he dug luxuriously under noise that came over the wire next
the covers. sounded like the collapse of a brick wall.
The bell kept ringing. In reality, it was Hackett, breaking the
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Originally published in October 1988 Black Mask
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connection. That was Hackett’s way. “A pretty messy way of killing a
Gifford was in whole-hearted agree- guy,” a voice said beside Gifford, “but it
ment with the general opinion that worked.”
Hackett was the meanest city editor east
of Hell. He wasn’t merely tough; he was ee was the opinion of Detective
irascible, vituperative, vindictive, a bili- Mike Hubbard. Hubbard had a hair-
ous Tartar—mean. Moreover, Hackett less pate, weighed two-fifty in his red
had hung up an all-time record for firing flannels, and was a good egg. He liked
reporters. He had fired scores of the Gifford, probably because he envied Gif-
best news-hawks in the business. There ford the ability to sleep anywhere and
wasn’t a reporter living, no matter how at any time; and Gifford liked him be-
able, whom Hackett wouldn’t fire at a cause he was generous about passing out
moment’s notice and upon the slightest hot tips for the Chronicle.
pretext. Gifford was certainly no excep- “It happened less than two hours ago,”
tion. Hubbard offered. “The ambulance men
Gifford dragged himself out of bed.... found Fletcher like that, dead, and Mrs.
Chill, damp air puffed into his face Fletcher over there on the sofa. She was
while he drove across town, still three- wearing just a nightgown and a silk robe
quarters asleep. When he curbed his and she had four bullets in her. The two
roadster in front of the Fletcher place, other bullets missed. There are the holes,
he blinked at his wristwatch and dis- over there in the wall. Fletcher’s gun is
covered, to his horror, that it was just empty.
five o’clock in the morning. The sofa still retained the impression
Six or eight cars were already there, of the woman’s body. She had bled.
most of them police machines. The “Funny thing about this, Giff,” Mike
Fletcher house was set amid expansive Hubbard said. “The murderer phoned
gardened grounds, but it was not the for the ambulance.”
center of activity. “For him?” Gifford asked.
Gifford saw that something was going “No, for Mrs. Fletcher.”
on at the rear of the estate. Several cops “Then Mrs. Fletcher wasn’t killed ?”
were prowling around the guest house, “Not quite enough,” Hubbard said,
which was a bungalow located in a cor- shaking his shiny head. You can’t say
ner of the grounds. A member of the her husband didn’t try, though. The am-
homicide squad was carefully pouring a bulance rushed her right to the hospital,
plaster mixture into several footprints. but she may not pull through.”
In the living room, the rest of the “Why did the murderer phone for the
squad was busy with a camera, a flash- ambulance ?”
gun, and envelopes for the collection of “Because Mrs. Fletcher was in such
evidence. An assistant medical examiner bad shape.”
was scribbling his report. Wagging sa- “At this time of the morning, I’m not.
lutes at everybody, Gifford looked down in such good shape myself,” Gifford re-
at the corpse. marked, “but I’m beginning to get the
‘Immediately he was wide awake. drift.”
The body of Harvey Fletcher was “Sure,” Hubbard said, nodding. “But,
sprawled in front of the fireplace. His of course, the murderer didn’t wait
garb was pajamas, bathrobe, and leather around until the ambulance arrived.
slippers. Yesterday, he had been a fig- After he called the hospital, he
ure of political importance; but this scrammed. You know, the first ambu-
morning, he was impressive in a far dif- lance didn’t ever get here.”
ferent manner. “The first?” Gifford yawned. “How
He had met death violently. A revolver many ambulances were there, anyway ?”
was clenched in his right hand, held “Two. You see, as soon as the hospital
there by cadaveric spasm. A poker was got this hurry-up call,” Hubbard ex-
laying beside him, and this evidently had plained, “they sent one of their wagons
been the weapon of murder. His head right over. It was four blocks away, just
didn’t look like a head any more, and his turning into the avenue that leads to
face was almost entirely gone. this place, when a coupé swung around
THIS WAY TO THE MORGUE 41
the corner from the opposite direction. mured. “Marriage built on murder. Giff,
The ambulance wasn’t using its siren on please don’t ask me again to marry you.”
account of there wasn’t any traffic and “Timmy,” Gifford said, “I love you like
they didn’t want to wake up the whole hell. I know I’m not getting to first base
neighborhood. Neither driver had any with you, but if there’s some other guy,
warning. The two cars sideswiped each I want to know about it.”
other.” Timmy was silent.
“Has this any bearing on the mur- “Listen,” Gifford said, “what the hell’s
der?” Gifford asked. the matter with you?”
“Might have. The ambulance ran onto “I was just thinking,” Timmy said
the sidewalk and smashed a fireplug. quietly, “that there ought to be a sign-
The other car kept right on going, hell post on the primrose path. A special
for leather. But the driver of the am- sign, reading ‘This Way to the Morgue’.”
bulance got its number.” Troubled, Gifford mulled that over.
“Then you’ll soon have the bird who Timmy was in no mood to explain the
was driving the coupé,” Gifford ob- cryptic remark, and he couldn’t divine
served. its meaning. She was still silent when
“Sure. Some of the boys are picking they went into the city room together.
him up right now. The ambulance was
knocked out of commission, so the driver Chapter II
phoned back to the hospital. The hos-
pital sent out a second ambulance. That T WAS busy. The rest of Hackett’s
one got here all right. When they found slaves were laboring at their desks.
Fletcher dead and Mrs. Fletcher all shot Typewriters and teletypes were clatter-
up, they phoned headquarters.” ing. In the air was a feeling of strict
“Mike,” Gifford said, “when you grab regimentation that sprang directly from
the driver of that coupé, will you tip me Hackett’s presence.
off right away ?” Hackett was behind his desk in the
“Sure,” Detective Hubbard said. - corner, pouring water from a tumbler
Gifford was asking questions and mak- into a window-box in which four rose
ing notes when Timmy Russell came in bushes were putting out buds. It was a
from outside. She had eyes the color of curious thing about Hackett, the affec-
cornflowers and hair like spun taffy. She tion he lavished upon those roses. He
was as luscious a package as any girl was a city editor, hated reporters and
reporter could possibly be, in Gifford’s everything else connected with riews-
opinion; but in common with all Hack- papers, but those bushes were his pets.
ett’s hirelings, she -worked in constant When he turned from them to face
dread of being booted out of her job. As Gifford and Timmy Russell, his lean face
she came up to Gifford, she seemed full hardened, and his eyes took on a steely
of an uneasy urgency. glint. “Let’s have it,” he said in his
“Hello, sweet,” Gifford said. nerve-wearing rasp.
“Hello, Giff. I got here a little ahead At a glance from Gifford, Timmy be-
of you, as usual. I’ve been working on a “Louise Fletcher had a lover,” she
the servants and the neighbors. If you’ve said.
got everything you need, let’s go.” “Sure of that? I want facts, not
rumors.”
HEE Gifford drove, Timmy sat Timmy nodded, her blue eyes cast
snugly beside him, huddling out of down at her notes. “It’s perfectly under-
the damp wind. He closed one hand over standable. Harvey Fletcher drank too
hers, but she didn’t pay any attention. much and was ugly to her. He thought
She seemed preoccupied. of her as something to show off, like his
“Look,” said Gifford, “this is the big- diamond studs. Louise was fifteen years
gest story that’s ever broken my way. younger, lovely and sweet and fine. When
I’m going to town on it. Maybe Hackett she married him five years ago, she was
will give me a raise. Miracles do happen. hypnotized by his money and his power,
Then we can be married, can’t we?” but that wore off. She’d turned to an-
“That would be nice,” Timmy mur- other man. She’d taken to meeting this
42 FIVE DETECTIVE NOVELS MAGAZINE
man in the guest house, very late at brusquely, “go straight over to the hos-
night.” pital. If Louise Fletcher is able to talk,
“Who is he?” get her story. If not, get everything else
“Nobody knows that,” Timmy an- you can, all about the call for the ambu-
swered, still looking down, “because they lance, and especially her condition. Make
kept their affair almost a perfect secret. the most of the woman angle. Get back
But the neighbors noticed lights in the here as soon as you can.”
cottage sometimes and that the blinds
were pulled. Once the cook saw Louise Cee watched Timmy, still silent
running into the house at dawn and and troubled, hurry out of the city
then, a little later, she saw a man hurry- room.
ing out of the guest cottage.” “As for you, Gifford,” Hackett said,
“Did you get a description of that his voice even sharper, “make a supreme
man?” effort and exert yourself to stay awake.
Timmy shook her taffy head. You’d be a fairly good reporter if you
“Why not? Get it!” weren’t so infernally lazy.”
“The cook couldn’t give me any de- Gifford colored. “It isn’t really lazi-
scription. Somehow, Harvey Fletcher ness, it’s a craving for sleep,” he said.
must have come to suspect what was go- “You see, when I was a kid, I worked
ing on. He must have been looking: for night and day. About the time you be-
a chance to catch Louise and her lover came city editor, I was selling the
together. Last night he must have heard Chronicle on the streets all night long,
her leave the house to keep a rendezvous trying to hold down another part-time
at ae cottage. He took his gun with him job, and struggling through school at
the same time. I guess that’s why I
an eater)
Timmy looked at Gifford with a don’t ever seem to be able to get enough
strange flicker in her eyes, and Gifford sleep. But—”
went on from there. “T don’t want excuses,” Hackett broke
“This is the way it must figure out,” in sharply. “Give me your copy as fast
he said. “Fletcher caught Louise wait- and as good as you can turn it out. If
ing in the cottage. He’d been drinking you fall down on this job, you’re fin-
heavily. He shot at her six times, empty- ished. That’s all.”
ing his gun, and four of the bullets hit Gritting himself to do his best, Gifford
her. He obviously meant to kill her on turned to his desk. His telephone was
the spot, but she’s still alive. At that ringing. As he shuffled through his
point, Louise’s lover showed up.” notes, he scooped up the receiver. The
Hackett was listening in his cold-faced, call was from Mike Hubbard.
challenging way that demanded Gifford “Get set for the fireworks, Giff,” Hub-
be sure of every fact. bard said.
“This man gave Fletcher the works,” Gifford tightened. “What’s the
Gifford continued. “He used the first break ?”
weapon within reach, a poker from the “I told you I’d tip you off when we
fireplace. After he’d laid Fletcher out, grabbed the guy who smashed up the
he saw that Louise was in desperate ambulance. Well, we’ve grabbed him,
need of medical care, so he phoned for and he turns out to be a hell of a lot
an ambulance. Then he beat it.” more than just a hit-and-run driver.”
“Any clues pointing to that man’s “Give it to me, Mike.”
identity ?” “You’re getting it. We picked this
“Only a couple of footprints,” Gifford guy up at his home, through his license
answered. “As for suspects, the field is number, see? Well, while we were ques-
wide open. Fletcher was a public figure tioning him down here at headquarters,
who was always going around to balls one of the boys brought in the casts of
and banquets, and Louise might have the footprints from the Fletcher place. I
met this man at any one of a hundred played a strong hunch and compared the
different places. The guilty man might casts with the guy’s shoes. They fit—fit
be almost anybody.” perfectly.”
“Miss Russell,” Hackett ordered “You mean you’ve already nailed the
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bird who killed Fletcher?” Gifford de- “They'll try to beat me with it.
manded. Damned if I’ll let them. We’ll put out
“We have, Giff, we certainly have.” an extra, the fastest extra that ever
“Good Lord! Who is it?” came off our presses. Write the lead,
“Carl Hackett,” Hubbard said. Gifford. Never mind the full story until
Gifford sat motionless a moment, try- the regular mail edition. Damn you! Get
ing to believe he had heard the name to work.”
correctly. The whiplash of Hackett’s savage tone
“My boss’s son?” he asked quietly at drove Gifford to his desk. He got to
ast. work.
“Sure,” Hubbard said. “Your boss’s While he poked at his ancient type-
son.” writer, he glanced frequently at Hack-
For a full minute after he broke the ett. Hackett was phoning the composing
connection, Gifford sat looking at Hack- room, the press room, the distribution,
ett. Hackett was slashing his blue pencil and demanding action. And action was
through a mess of copy, scowling and what he was going to get, even before
cursing the poor devil who had turned he hurried down to headquarters to see
it in. Gifford knew he couldn’t evade this his son.
thing. He had to tell Hackett. He rose
quietly and went over to Hackett’s desk. Ec WASN’T the printer’s ink in his
“They’ve got him already,” Gifford blood that was making Hackett do
said. this. It was sheer vindictiveness. He
“Who he
hated the, owner of the Bulletin. The
“The man who killed Fletcher.” owner of the Bulletin had once been a
“Who?” Hackett spat. reporter under Hackett. Hackett had
“Your son.” fired him for incompetence, just as he
Across Hackett’s lean face came the had fired scores of other first-class news-
hardest expression Gifford had ever seen men who had subsequently risen to posi-
on a human being. It was shock and dis- tions of distinction in the Fourth Estate.
may and incredulity, all held back by a But years later that reporter, Owen
fierce and chill self-control. Hackett’s Watson, had inherited a fortune, had
thin hands gripped the arms of his chair, bought the Bulletin, and had begun to
and he half rose. Gifford thought Hack- cut into the Chronicle’s prestige with a
ett was going to hit him. But Hackett vastly improved paper.
didn’t. Finding himself seriously challenged
“Carl?” he said in a harsh, hollow by a former underling whom he still held
tone. in contempt, Hackett had conceived an
Gifford nodded. uncompromising hatred for Owen Wat-
Hackett sank back into his chair, his son. “Beat the Bulletin” was the precept
eyes blinded by restrained rage. Sweat that fired Hackett during his every wak-
broke out on his forehead. After a mo- ing hour. But it wasn’t merely profes-
ment, he was able to see Gifford again. sional competition. On Hackett’s part,
“Has the Bulletin got this?” it was determination to vanquish the
“They must have it. They’re question- man behind the Bulletin.
ing your son down at headquarters Mean as his boss was, Gifford knew
now.” that Hackett was suffering agony now.
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He had to get out that extra and beat tive Hubbard’s. Booth was a big man of
the Bulletin before he could hurry down impressive poise and presence, but he
to his only son’s aid. Page by page, the was obviously troubled. Hackett was sit-
copy boy flicked Gifford’s story from his ting still, holding himself in. There were
typewriter to Hackett’s desk. Hackett voices in the next room. Gifford stood
knifed it in blue and shot it down to aside quietly, realizing that Hackett
the composing-room. Between pages, he hadn’t yet been permitted to see his son.
grimly made phone calls. Hackett rose stiffly when a door
Gifford caught the name of Booth. opened. Detective: Hubbard beckoned.
Andrew Booth was the biggest lawyer in Hackett brushed Booth aside and strode
the state. Hackett was retaining him ne the next office. Gifford followed
for Carl. im.
“I haven’t any money,” Gifford heard ’ Hackett paused then, facing the young
Hackett snarl. “I haven’t been able to man who was sitting wearily beside the
save one damned cent. But I'll get it for desk in the center of the room.
you. Somehow I’ll get it.” “Hello, Dad,” Carl Hackett said
Hackett had his coat on by the time quietly.
the last page of Gifford’s copy went Hackett drew a chair to face his son.
down the tube. The hardness, the meanness went out of
“Now write the rest of it,” he snarled. his bearing. Before Gifford’s eyes, he
“Edit it yourself for the mail edition. changed amazingly; and it was Carl
Remember, I’m putting out a decent Hackett who caused the change. It was
newspaper. If you put through a lot of like the transformation that came over
sloppy stuff, Ill ram it down your Norman Hackett when he tended his
throat. After that, start covering head- roses, but it was far deeper.
quarters.” Carl Hackett, Gifford thought, was a
He left the city room with a slam. right guy by anybody’s standards. He
While the big presses rolled down in didn’t fit into this picture at all. There
the basement, spinning out the extra, was something definitely wrong about
Gifford banged out the full story. To his his getting pulled up for murder.
surprise, he found himself feeling sorry “You don’t have to tell me you didn’t
for Hackett. He wondered why. There do it, Carl,” Hackett said gently. “I
wasn’t a single reason why anyone on know you didn’t.”
the Chronicle staff should like the man. Carl looked straight into his father’s
Perhaps Gifford felt sympathy because eyes. “I don’t know anything about it,”
Hackett was so friendless. Perhaps, too, he said.
it was because Gifford knew, somehow, “Those footprints they’ve got aren’t
that Hackett was really human inside. yours ?”
Whatever the reason was, he didn’t have
“No. ”
time to think about it much. He had the “Was it your car that smashed into
job of his life to do and a doubly acri- the owas en
monious boss to do it for.
Just as Gifford dropped the last of his “Where had you been last night?
copy into the tube, the extras came up What did you do?”
from the press room. The headline was “A bunch of us went to the Hide-
a full-page shout: Fletcher Killed After away.” This was a roadhouse, several
Shooting Wife; Carl Hackett Held— miles outside of town, in the opposite di-
written by the accused man’s father. rection from the Fletcher place. “We
On the faces of those in the city room had a few drinks and danced a while
appeared strange expressions, half and then left.”
stunned, half grimly glad. “Who was there with you?” Hackett
asked.
Chapter III “Well—Barry Watson.”
Gifford saw Hackett wince. -Barry
URRYING into police headquarters, Watson was Owen Watson’s son—the
Gifford found Hackett and the law- son of the owner of the Bulletin. To
yer, Booth, in the office adjoining Detec- Gifford it seemed natural that Car] and
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Barry should be friends, but the fact “Carl himself said it was about three.
that they were, he saw, was gall to But what time did he actually get there?
Hackett. Perhaps Hackett expected, as It was about four, wasn’t it?”
a matter of loyalty, that his son should Hackett jerked to his feet. “You can’t
share his hostility toward the Watsons. make me do that!” he rasped. “You can’t
But being the sort he was, Carl didn’t. trick me into saying things that you can
Hackett asked quickly, his voice tak- use against my son!” He turned to face
ing on an edge, “How does Barry Wat- Booth. “Listen to Carl’s story! The
son enter into this?” boy’s innocent, and he’s got to be
“Why, not in any way. It was simply cleared.”
that we were all there together, the “T’'m going to talk with him now,” the
usual gang, having a good time. The lawyer said dvubiously.
others stayed, but Barry and I left to- Hubbard remained in the inner office
gether.” with Carl while Gifford followed Hackett
“In the same car, your car?” Hackett and Booth into the next room. The law-
demanded, his voice sharpening. yer rubbed his chin.
“No; he had his, and I had mine. I “T’m afraid you’re asking me to do an
drove straight home and went to bed.” impossible thing, Mr. Hackett,” he said.
Gifford touched Hackett’s shoulder. “At the moment, I can’t see any grounds
“Let me ask a question,” he said. He for preparing a presentable defense.”
asked it of Carl. “About a week ago, I Again Hackett was inside his thorny
dropped in at the Hideaway. Barry Wat- shell. His face was set, and his eyes were
son was there that night with some of icy. “If you aren’t able to clear that
his usual crowd. I know he’s separated boy,” he said harshly, “I'll hire another
from his wife, so when I heard them kid- lawyer who can do it.”
ding him about a girl,I listened in. They “Just as you wish. I confess I’m not
were saying they knew he’d found him- eager to go ahead with this case, but I’ll
self a new girl—asking who she was and reserve my decision until after I’ve
why he never brought her around and talked with Carl,” Booth answered. “Con-
why all the secrecy. Do you know any- sider the evidence—solid, material evi-
thing about it?” dence that will stand up in any court.
“Just that much,” Carl said. “Not any It’s very foolish of Carl to deny every-
more than that. It couldn’t have any- thing, because he was at the Fletcher
thing to do with—this.” place and when he was rushing away,
Hackett peered at Gifford during a following the murder, he did smash into
moment of silence, then turned again to the ambulance.”
his son. Hackett’s fists closed.
. “Then you deny having had anything “When the police arrested Carl,” the
to do with the murder, Carl?” lawyer went on, “they found him fully
“Certainly. I deny the whole thing.” dressed and extremely upset. There was
mud on his shoes. The footprints left at
ETECTIVE HUBBARD and An- the edge of the garden near the Fletcher
drew Booth had been talking quiet- guest house match his shoes exactly. In
ly in the outer office. At that moment the face of that fact, his denial only
they came in. Booth looked more troubled makes his guilt all the more certain. And
than before. you see, Mr. Hackett, I can’t plead self-
“Mr. Hackett,” Hubbard asked casu- defense for him, because the gun Fletch-
ally, “did you hear Carl come home last er had was empty—useless.”
night ?” Gifford was thinking that Louise
“Yes,” Hackett said, “I did.” Fletcher was lovely and young, only a
“What time was it?”. little younger than Carl.
“About—two o’clock.” “When Carl collided with the ambu-
A sick expression came over Carl’s lance, his car was damaged,” Booth con-
face; and the detective wagged his pol- tinued gravely. “One of his headlights
ished head. , was smashed. The police found frag-
“A good try, but I’m afraid it’s no go, ments of a headlight lens at the scene
trying to cover him,” Hubbard said. of the accident, and the pieces fitted wer-
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fectly into the pieces left in the head- “If Carl changes his story, it won’t help
light of Carl’s coupé. He was so desper- him now. If he accuses the guilty man,
ate to get away, you see, that he didn’t it’ll mean nothing. Even if the murderer
dare stop and—” admits the crime, there must be sub-
“Listen to me!” Hackett cut in. “I tell stantial proof of what he says before
you that boy didn’t kill Fletcher. The Carl can be cleared. Yes, I know all that.”
evidence lies. Somewhere there must be “The news is all over town by now,”
grounds for a reasonable doubt, and Gifford said quietly, “and nobody’s com-
you’ve got to find it.” ing forward to take the blame off Carl’s
“Tll do my best,” Booth said gravely. shoulders.”
After the lawyer went into the room “Listen to me, Gifford. We’re news-
where Detective Hubbard was again paper men, not detectives, but we’ve got
questioning Carl, Hackett stood a mo- to dig into this. We may be able to prove
ment, staring at the door. Turning, he that Carl is innocent, some way, without
gestured sharply to Gifford. He didn’t actually finding the guilty man. It may
speak until they paused outside the re- be that the only possible way is to collar
volving doors of headquarters. the real murderer. I don’t give a damn
“Carl’s a damned decent sort,” Gifford what’s necessary, we’ve got to clear
said. “Perhaps a bit too decent for his Carl.”
own good. He’d never do or say any- “We have only one lead—”
thing that might get a pal into trouble. Gifford broke off because Hackett was
I don’t believe he could bring himself to turning away. Stiffly, Hackett went to
the point of accusing a friend of mur- his car. There were newsboys, running
der.” = along the street, peddling the Chronicle
Hackett looked hard at Gifford. “Carl’s extra, shouting the headlines that
like that,” he agreed tersely. “It just damned Carl Hackett as a murderer—
isn’t in him.” headlines that Carl Hackett’s father had
“Even if Carl was suspected of a mur- written because he had to write them in
der himself, as he is,” Gifford went on, order to beat the Bulletin.
“he’d keep quiet and rely on his friend
to come forward and straighten things Chapter IV
out. I think he’s doing that very thing
right now. The trouble is, it’s putting Ne of sleep weighed heavily upon
him in one hell of a jam. Booth’s right. Gifford, but he was striving vali-
That evidence is enough to send him to antly to keep awake. He’d been on the
the chair, no matter how he may change job constantly; he’d been up all night.
his story later.” It was again a horribly early hour in
the morning. The break in the Fletcher
ACKETT’S tone bored into Gifford’s murder case had come twenty-four
ears. “You mean that even if Carl hours ago.
knows who’s guilty, even if he comes to The little hospital room was quiet.
the point of accusing that man, the evi- There was a bed in it, but the bed was
dence against him is so strong that no- occupied by Timmy Russell. She was
body will believe him.” fully clothed and—how Gifford envied
Gifford nodded soberly. “It’s possible, her !—sleeping soundly.
too damned possible. It’s even worse Norman Hackett was standing at the
than that. Suppose the guilty man con- window, rigid and grim, staring out into
fesses. Will that save Carl, as matters the deep darkness that presages dawn.
stand? It’s doubtful. It’s a fact of law Detective Hubbard, at ease as always,
that an uncorroborated confession has was patiently twiddling his thumbs. But
absolutely no weight in court. An un- it was a long and trying vigil they were
corroborated confession, mind you. keeping.
Every word of it may be the truth, but In the next room, two doctors were -
it’s worthless unless there are facts, or attending Louise Fletcher. She was sink-
evidence, or testimony, to back it up. ing, they had said; but moments of lu-
Those are hard lines, but—” cidity came to her, and it was possible
“I know all that,” Hackett snapped. that she might summon enough
THIS WAY TO THE MORGUE 41
strength to talk. Gifford was trying to seem casual,
Gifford was studying the Chronicle’s “You don’t believe Carl did it, do you?”
final. The headlines shouted that An- “No, I don’t. But it’s hard to get
drew Booth had declined to enter the around that evidence.”
case. In bitterness and in desperation,
Hackett had written that headline, too. IFFORD nodded. “Assuming Car] is
Another scare-head announced that the innocent, there’s only one thing to
district attorney had promply presented think. He’s covering somebody. And
his evidence to the grand jury and that whoever he’s covering, that man is will-
the grand jury was expected to return ing to let him take the rap.”
its. decision in the morning. All this Watson said nothing.
Gifford had read and reread, but in the “That’s hellishly lousy,” Gifford said
hope of discovering some flaw in the quietly. “It’s betraying a real loyalty.
case, he was reading it again. Carl’s left holding the bag. Whoever he’s
Timmy’s story had been combined covering isn’t worth it. Any man would
with his. Her coverage of the hospital have come forward right away if he
angle was complete and, because she wasn’t an out-and-out rat. But then, I
was working for Hackett, accurate. She don’t suppose any man wants to go to
had competently included several para- the chair if he can possibly avoid it.”
graphs concerning the murderer’s tele- Still Watson was silent.
phone call to the hospital and the dis- “As I said to Hackett,” Gifford went
patching of the ambulances: on, trying to sense Watson’s reactions,
“the field’s wide open so far as suspects
The hospital records show that the first are concerned. If Carl wasn’t in the pic-
ambulance left for the Fletcher home at ture, you could point to almost any man
8:22 a.m. Upon receiving the report of
the collision, the hospital sent out the sec- in town and challenge him to produce
ond ambulance twenty-three minutes later. an alibi. Not one man in a thousand
This ambulance is reported as having ar- could do it. For instance, I was at home
rived at the Fletcher place at 4:15. This in bed at the time of the murder, but
time is also recorded at police headquarters
as the moment at which the first news of I can’t prove it. How about you, Wat-
the murder was received. son?”
Watson said flatly, “The same with.
Footfalls in the hallway caused Gif-
tord’s eyes to lift. Looking out, he saw “Carl said that you and he left the
Barry Watson moving with quiet ner- Hideaway at the same time that morn-
vousness past the room in which Louise ing. It must have been about two o’-
Fletcher lay dying. Dropping the paper, clock, wasn’t it?”
Gifford followed him. They paused to- “That’s right.”
gether at the window at the end of the “Tf circumstances demanded it,” Gif-
corridor. ford insisted, “could you prove you drove
“Anything breaking, Gifford,” Wat- straight home and went right to bed?” .
son asked. Watson offered Gifford a cigarette and
Gifford yawned. “Not yet. You’re when Gifford refused, put one in his
covering this for the Bulletin, of course.” mouth but left it unlighted. “I couldn’t
Gifford looked at Barry Watson curi- produce any witnesses,” he said.
ously. He was handsomer, in a virile, “There you are,” Gifford said. “Elimi-
masculine way, than any other reporter nate Carl, and anybody is suspect. You
Gifford had ever seen. He had the know, Watson, I’ve a theory about this
strength and the lithe grace of an ath- case. Off the record, of course—not for
lete. Gifford’s eyes held to his during the Bulletin to print. But you probably
a moment of uneasy silence. wouldn’t print it, anyway.”
“Certainly,” Watson said then. “Why Watson looked at him again with
else would I be here? You may remem- sae curiosity. “What do you mean
ber my father owns the Bulletin.” by that
“Thought you might be a friend of Pan aose? Gifford went on, watching
Louise Fletcher.” Watson keenly, “that among the party
“I know her slightly.” at the Hideawey -’as a certain man.
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Suppose this man is married but sepa- next minute he sees Jones rushing away.
rated from his wife. While the divorce Knowing Carl as well as you do, Watson,
is hanging fire, this man falls in love you can easily imagine what his reaction
with another woman. Not wanting to would be when he learned that a good
invite trouble, he meets his new girl friend of his had committed a murder.
secretly.” He’d do just, what he’s doing now—sit
Watson said nothing while Gifford un- tight and say nothing. What do you
mistakably described him. “Being smart, think of that theory?”
this man doesn’t take her out among his Watson turned to face Gifford square-
friends, doesn’t even mention her to y.
them. But his friends, for some reason, “If you won’t answer that question,”
suspect that there is a new girl in his Gifford said, his lips drawn against his
life and they kid him about her, tease teeth, “perhaps you'll answer another.
him, try to find out who she is. Of What size shoe do you wear?”
course, he keeps mum and takes it. That
situation isn’t very hard to imagine so UDDENLY Watson’s left hand
far, is it, Watson ?” 'J gripped Gifford’s shoulder; his right,
Watson’s eyes merely narrowed at closed hard, poised to drive squarely into
Gifford. Gifford’s face. There was fierceness in
“As I say,” Gifford continued, his his eyes, and his jaw was clenched. Gif-
nerves tightening. “Carl and this man ford stiffened, backing away, and his
are among the party at the Hideaway. own fists lifted. But neither of them
This man—let’s call him Jones—leaves struck. At that moment a quiet voice
early. Carl gets the idea that Jones is called down the corridor:
going off to meet the girl. He thinks it
“Giff!”
would be good fun to follow Jones and Both men looked around quickly. Tim-
find out who the girl is or, at least, my Russell was standing outside an
where she lives. So he does. He trails open door. Sleep had disarrayed her taf-
Jones to a rendezvous where Jones usual- fy hair delightfully, but her eyes were
ly meets his sweetheart. But on this anxious. Watson released Gifford as she
particular night, he runs smack into a gestured to them. With an electrical
murder.” charge of hostility between them, they
Watson’s lips pinched hard on the strode toward her.
cigarette. The vigil had ended. Hackett and
“Carl isn’t the kind who would peep; Hubbard were no longer waiting. They
he wouldn’t spy on Jones and the girl. had gone into the room where Louise
But suppose he’s right there, near by, Fletcher lay. Timmy followed them first;
when he hears a series of gunshots. The Gifford and Watson went in after her.
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the more Hackett was suffering inside. “I found out from the man who lives
He strode directly to the desk. in the house next door—Philip Wether-
“You’re two hours late!” Hackett man, of the First National Bank. Weth-
snarled. “You know I expect punctual- erman’s bedroom window is directly
ity, especially now. You’ve been asleep above the Watson driveway. He was
on the job, you damned loafer. You’ve awakened by the noise of the car when
been wasting time while—” Barry Watson drove into the garage. He
“Hold. it,” Gifford said wearily. “I looked at the clock and saw the time.
haven’t had a wink of sleep since you Watson’s on the day trick over at the
phoned me night before last. I expect to Bulletin, except when something un-
fall on my face at any moment, but I’ve usual breaks, but Wetherman says he
been working. I’ve got something. If it has frequently heard young Watson pull-
isn’t enough to establish a reasonable ing in just before dawn.”
doubt in Carl’s case, I’m crazy—from “How does Wetherman know it was
lack of sleep.” Barry Watson and not Owen Watson?”
Hackett jerked erect. “Do you mean “He says he has been disturbed so
hat?” much because the driveway is so close
“Damned right, I mean it.” to his house that he’s learned the differ-
“Let’s have it!” ence in the sounds of the two Watson
cars.”
Drawing a chair close, Gifford glanced “What do you mean, Barry Watson’s
around. Timmy was at the nearest desk. actions and whereabouts are entirely un-
She was looking at him, so worn and so accounted for?”
unhappy that Gifford wanted to take her “T cornered him with this,” Gifford
in his arms. She didn’t answer his smile. said, his eyes narrowing. “I went
She just kept looking at him as he straight over to the Bulletin plant and
sagged into the chair. nailed him with it. He had only one an-
“Let’s have it, Gifford!” swer to all my questions. He told me to
Gifford rubbed his blue-whiskered go to hell.”
chin. “Down at headquarters you heard Hackett’s eyes. were a savage gleam.
me ask Carl about Barry Watson. Last “That has no connection—”
night I grabbed a chance to get at Wat- “But this has,” Gifford broke in. “Last
son directly. I tried to find out if he night I asked Barry Watson what size
could account for himself at the time of shoe he wears, and he damned near
the murder. He was evasive and sus- socked me. This morning I found out for
picious, so much so that I’ve been check- myself. I tramped around from one store
ing up on him.” to another until I found the one where
Hackett demanded with a rasp, “What Barry Watson buys his shoes. Hackett,
did you find out?’ it’s the same store your son patronizes.
“That Barry Watson didn’t go direct- What’s more, Barry Watson and Carl
ly home from the Hideaway. That Barry wear exactly the same size shoes, the
Watson didn’t actually get home until ~ same length, the same width. That’s
some time after Fletcher had been mur- enough to cast doubt on the footprint
dered. That Barry Watson wears a shoe evidence, isn’t it?”
sized—”
Hackett gripped Gifford’s arm. “Are RITE it!” Hackett’s tone whipped
you sure of that? Absolutely sure?” at Gifford. “Write it, but be care-
“Absolutely.” Gifford sighed. “He left ful. We can’t flatly accuse Barry Wat-
the Hideaway at the same time as Carl. son of murder. His father’s paper would
It was a few minutes after two o’clock. sue us to death. We'll have to disguise
From that time until almost four-thirty, his identity in at least this first story.
when he reached home, his whereabouts But we can set the police to investigat-
one actions are entirely unaccounted ing him. We can prove to the whole
or.” damned world that the footprint evi-
Hackett’s question lashed at Gifford. dence is questionable. It’ll undermine
“How do you know Barry Watson didn’t the state’s case. Write that, Gifford!”
get home until four-thirty ?” Gifford hesitated. “I can’t help pointing
THIS WAY: TO THE MORGUE 51
out that this really isn’t adequate proof what she had said. He sat staring at her,
of Barry Watson’s guilt.” his fingers poised over the keyboard, the
Hackett’s fists smashed to the desk. color fading under the stubble on his
“That’s of no importance. I don’t give cheeks; and suddenly he felt sick.
one good damn whether we can pin the “Timmy,” he said in an empty tone.
murder on Barry Watson or not. What “Barry came to my apartment after
we’re going to do is wreck the case he left the Hideaway,” Timmy said. “He
against Carl, no matter who the hell it stayed until just before dawn. I’m sorry
hurts. Get to work!” if this hurts you, but I’ve got to tell
Gifford found. new energy in the des- you because Barry never would.
perate urgency of Hackett. He hurried Gifford peered blankly at the few
to his desk, flung off his coat, tilted his words he had peppered onto the sheet of
hat, loosened his tie. He was full of fire paper in his typewriter.
—the realization that this was the big- “It—it’s been like that for some time
gest exclusive story he could ever hope now,” Timmy went on. “You see, Barry’s
for. wife is so apt to make trouble—she’s
He spun a sheet of paper under the that kind—we’ve had to meet secretly.
roller of his typewriter. On that piece of We're hoping the divorce will go through
paper he was going to plaster words that soon. Then Barry and I will be married.”
would give him stature in this man’s Numbly, Gifford nodded.
tough game, even in Hackett’s contempt- Timmy said, “I know how much this
uous eyes. He had never felt like this means to you, really I do, but I can’t let
before, never been so swept on, so you print that stuff about Barry. It
charged with steam. He slammed into it would get him in a jam _ unjustly;
under bursting pressure—until a quiet it would be terrible for both of us.
voice spoke at his shoulder. ; And it wouldn’t accomplish anything. It
“Here goes my job, Giff,” it said. wouldn’t help Carl ‘Hackett because I
Gifford looked up at Timmy Russell. can prove that Barry had absolutely no
She was nipping at her lower lip and she connection with the murder, and proving
was deathly pale. it would hurt us both. Don’t you see?”
“What?” Gifford mumbled. “Job? “T see,” Gifford said leadenly.
Your job? What about it?” “I’m gorry, Giff.”
“I’m about to lose it.” Smiling wryly, Gifford tore the sheet
“What? Why?” from his typewriter, crushed it into a
“T’m going over and tell Hackett some- wad, and flung it into the wastebasket.
thing, and Hackett’s going to kick me “That’s what you meant when you
made that crack about the primrose
“What the hell, Timmy?” Gifford pro- path,” he said.
tested. “Yes. People are capable of doing such
Timmy sat quietly in the chair beside horrible things sometimes, I was scared.”
Gifford’s, her fingers entwined in her Timmy rose wearily. “I—I’ll explain it
lap. She looked half her age, like a ter- to Hackett.”
ribly disappointed child and yet she Gifford reached out and closed his
looked older and worn with weariness. hand hard on her arm. “No, you don’t!”
“T overheard what you told Hackett,” he said quickly. “I’m not that much of
she said. “I can’t let you print it. It a heel—to make you do that. Take it
wouldn’t be fair.” easy, Timmy. Even if you did tell him,
Giff laughed, then suddenly stopped. he’d only make you write the truth.” |
“Have you gone nuts?” he howled at her.
“You can’t let me? Why, you can’t stop E FORCED her to remain in her
me! Timmy, what the hell is this, any- chair. Her eyes, lifted to his, were
way ?” profoundly grateful. He smiled crook-
Timmy said, very quietly, “Barry edly and glanced at Hackett. Hackett, at
wouldn’t tell you where he was that that moment, looked up at him.
night and he’ll never tell anybody be- “Get to work, Gifford!” Hackett
cause he was with me.” snarled.
It took Gifford a moment to realize Gifford went to the desk with slow,
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heavy steps. Suddenly he felt very tired a job to me. I wanted to make good
and very old; and he thought he would under Hackett. He’s mean as hell, and
like to crawl into bed and sleep forever. you can’t help hating him, but he’s the
“It’s no go,” he said quietly. toughest city editor in the game, and
“What?” making the grade under him proves that
“No go,” Gifford repeated. “The the- you’ve got the stuff. I don’t blame him
ory about Barry Watson. It won’t help for firing me. In his place, I’d have done
Carl a particle. It’ll only harm innocent the same thing. I guess I haven’t got
people. There’s no use—” what it takes.”
“I told you to write that story!” “Giff, what are you going to do?”
“Not me,” Gifford said soberly. “I’ve “Catch up on my sleep, first,” Gifford
just found out where Barry Watson was said. “Then maybe I can find a ditch
at the time of the murder.” somewhere that needs digging.”
“Where was he?” Timmy put her hands on his arms and
Gifford shook his head. made him look into her eyes. “You’re so
“Where was he?” swell, ’she said softly. “You’re too hu-
“’m damned if I’ll tell you that,” Gif- man to ever become the kind of reporter
ford said. that Hackett expects you to be. I hate
Hackett jerked to his feet. “If Barry myself for having hurt you—in both
Watson has an alibi, let him use it! Let ways.”
him clear himself! But we’re going to Gifford managed a smile. “Thanks,”
print that stuff just the same. Do you he said. “So long. And good luck.”
think I care who the hell I hurt? Do you He walked out of the city room quietly,
think anybody matters to me when feeling a crazy desire to laugh. Job gone,
Carl’s life is at stake? I told you we’re girl gone—it was funay. It was so funny
going to clear him, no matter how, and that Gifford kept making queer noises in
I mean to do exactly that. Get back to his throat as he drove home. It was go-
your desk. Write that story!” ing to be good to get some sleep now. He
Again Gifford wagged his head. “Not wished to God he’d never wake up.
me,” he repeated. He walked heavily into his little apart-
“T’ll write it myself!” ment and began to tear off his clothes.
Gifford’s eyes leveled. “If you do,” he He was almost stripped when he picked
said, “you won’t help Carl. What’s more, the alarm clock out of the corner where
T’ll break your damned neck.” he had flung it. He chuckled at it sourly
For a moment Hackett stood with his because it wasn’t going to be pulling him
hands pressed hard on the desk, his out of bed any more for a while. Its
mouth drawn to a tight line. Then his crystal was smashed, and the hands were
voice lashed. pointing to 4:02. Gifford was staring at
“Gifford, you’re fired!” it numbly when, suddenly, the telephone
With a crooked smile Gifford said, “I bell began clamoring. Wearily, Gifford
guessed it. Okay. So long. It hasn’t been took up the instrument. He heard a
nice, knowing you.” crisp, genial voice.
“Gifford? Owen Watson calling.”
Chapter VI “Good morning, or afternoon, or what-
ever it is.”
ACKETT: sat staring at Gifford as “T understand you’re open for a new
he went back to his desk. Timmy job, Gifford,” Owen Watson said briskly.
was still there, her eyes blue and limpid.
Gifford knew what had happened.
Timmy had called Barry Watson. Barry
She didn’t speak while Gifford went
Watson had told his father, the publish-
through the motions of cleaning out his
desk. The process consisted merely of er of the Bulletin. Gifford didn’t know
dumping the contents of all the drawers whether to be resentful or grateful; he
into the wastebasket. When he finished, was too busy trying to think.
Timmy’s eyes were still on him. “That’s right,” he said.
“What are you going to do, Giff?” “There’s a desk waiting for you over
“l’'m a crazy kind of a guy, Timmy,” here if you’d like it,” Owen Watson said.
Gifford said. “This was more than just “We need a good man.”
THIS WAY TO THE MORGUE 53
Gifford drew a breath. “Thanks, Mr. written. Then he took the clock out of
Watson. May I have alittle time to think his pocket and put it on the desk.
it over?” “There’s the evidence that will cor-
“Certainly. Call me back when you’ve roborate the murderer’s confession,”
come to a decision. But I’d like to have Gifford forced himself to say. “You see,
you working for me.” the second ambulance arived at the Flet-
“Thanks,” Gifford said again dizzily. cher home at 4:15. Until 4:15, only three
“You'll be hearing from me soon.” people in the world knew that Fletcher
He put the telephone down, then be- had been killed—his wife, your son, and
gan to get back into his clothes. The bed the murderer himself. You see, when
looked soft and inviting; turning away you phoned me, I pulled this clock out
from it called for a real effort. But Gif- of the wall and threw it into the corner
ford pulled into his coat, his face set and and broke it—and the clock reads 4:02.”
his eyes determined; and he put the Gifford saw some of the wearing ten-
alarm clock in his pocket. Then he left. sion go out of Hackett’s manner. Hack-
-He knew he looked odd when he ett looked at the copy he had been edit-
stepped into the city room of the Chron- ing. Gifford saw the headline that was
ticle. His face was black with beard, and scrawled on it in blue: Grand Jury In-
his clothes needed pressing; his eyes dicts Carl Hackett for Fletcher Murder.
were veined with red and surrounded by “Carl arrived home just as you were
dark lines; and the clock in his pocket driving out, isn’t that it?” Gifford in-
made a big lump. quired quietly. “He thought something
Knowing he had been fired, everyone must be wrong and he followed you. He
paused in their work to stare at him— must have stayed at the guest house
especially Timmy. He smiled at her, then after you left and found out what had
walked to the corner where Hackett was happened. Of course, you didn’t know
slashing at a mess of copy. about his part in it until he was arrested.
Hackett glowered at him. “I thought He’d have gone to the chair before ac-
I fired you.” cusing you.”
“T’ve got a story, Hackett,” Gifford “T’d never have let him!”
said. “I could give it to the Bulletin, but “Of course not. I think I know why
I think it belongs in the Chronicle.” you phoned me just when you did. You
- Hackett didn’t move. thought there had been time for the
“You said you want Carl cleared,” ambulance to arrive—you didn’t know
Gifford went on. “You want him cleared, about the collision—and you were anx-
no matter how—and you mean it?” ious to have news of Louise Fletcher.
“Certainly I mean it.” That, and getting the story first.”
“Write your angle on it, Gifford,”
IFFORD nodded, his mouth drawn Hackett said in an amazingly gentle tone.
tight. He found a copy of yester- “T’ll handle the rest.”
day’s final on the desk, spread it out, and Amid a strange quiet, Gifford went to
pointed to a column that Timmy had [Turn page]
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his desk. Timmy and all the others were you didn’t do it. I know you didn’t.”
watching him. Sitting at his typewriter, Then, “I don’t give a damn what’s neces-
he saw Hackett sweep aside the edited sary, we’ve got to clear Carl.”
copy and begin to write in long hand, Knowing that his own confession
swiftly. would mean nothing, Hackett had bent
Gifford put paper in the roller and be- over the dying woman he had loved and
gan to hit the keys. As he wrote, he felt, begged her to tell the truth. Gifford re-
strangely, that he was doing the best called, too, something he had said him-
job of his life, a job that even Hackett self, something that now seemed full
would consider a good piece of news of grim truth: “But then, I don’t sup-
work. When he finished, he sat exhaust- ‘pose any man wants to go to the chair
ed, watching as Hackett sent the roll of if he can possibly avoid it.”
copy down thé tube to the composing As Hackett got out of the roadster,
room. he asked a thing that put a lasting lump
Hackett was watering his roses when in Gifford’s throat.
the proofs came up. He corrected them “Take good care of my roses for me,
carefully, sent them back, then got into will you, old man?”
his hat and coat. There was no hardness Gifford was at Hackett’s side, and
in his face now. With almost a com- Hackett was at the desk in headquarters,
radely gesture, he came to Gifford. standing square-shouldered and straight,
“I’ve put through a recommendation being formally booked for the crime
for you,” he said. “I think you can ex- when the extra hit the streets. The
pect to be the new city editor. Let’s go.” headlines screamed: Chronicle Editor
As they drove toward headquarters Confesses Fletcher Murder—Clears Son.
wordlessly, Gifford remembered things: It was the first time that Hackett had
Timmy telling Hackett that Louise ever given Gifford a by-line. It was the
Fletcher had had a lover, and Hackett last story that Hackett would ever han-
rasping, “Who is he? Did you get a de- dle. And together they had beaten the
scription? Any clues pointing to that Bulletin.
man’s identity?” Hackett facing Carl Gifford shook the murderer’s hand.
and declaring, “You don’t have to tell me @ee@
HERO—OR JERK?
Eddie was a high-school football hero who
delighted in torture. One day he bought
some mail-order pictures of scantily-clad girls
who were bound and gagged, and it gave him
the idea he’d like to try out the stunt himself
—on one of his pretty classmates.
by M. E. CHABER
It’s only ONE of the hard-hitting crime yarns in—
NNAKE
HOBBY
Jones screamed, and rose
By BENTON BRADEN
straight up from his seat
OE HEENEY was a big, plump man. now that he was probably past thirty.
He had rather small, heavily lidded He had a sharp face and black eyes that
eyes that gave people the impression he seemed a little shifty.
was half asleep all the time. But some of “Howdy, Bub,” Joe said heartily.
those who had had real estate deals with “Hop right in if you want a ride. My
Joe had found out there was a very ac- name is Heeney. Joe Heeney.”
tive brain beneath the drowsy expres- “Mine’s Jones,” the hitchhiker said as
sion. he got in and settled himself. “Thanks
Most of Joe Heeney’s deals concerned for the lift. I was getting a little hot
farms, so he spent a great deal of his standing there in the sun. I’m trying to
time driving. Filling station operators make Chicago. About eight hundred
and hamburger stand operators all knew miles to go, I guess.”
him well and they all liked him. Joe was “That’s right,” Joe said as he applied
affable and even jovial as a rule. pressure to the accelerator and the gears
He was generous, too. He drove a nice. shifted automatically. “You’ve got a
car and he was always picking up hitch- long haul ahead of you. Sorry I can’t
hikers and he frequently handed out dol- take you far. I’m on my way home and
lar bills to the ones who looked honest it’s only about twenty miles. I’m in the
and hungry. He was well aware of the real estate business and I’ve been out
hazards of picking up hitchhikers, but it looking at a farm a man wants me to sell
was a rare day when he didn’t give two for him. And I took a couple of hours off
or three of them alift. to work at my hobby.”
This day was no exception. He was “What’s your hobby?” Jones asked.
out on the main highway that led north “Snakes,” Joe drawled. “I know it’s
when he pulled over to the edge of the kind of a funny hobby but I just happen
concrete and braked his sedan to a stop. to like to go out and catch snakes.”
The man who had been working his “T’ll say it’s a queer hobby,” the hitch-
thumb overtime grinned and hurried to hiker frowned. “What do you do with
the car door as Joe opened it. ’em after you catch ’em?”
The hitchhiker was well-dressed in “T give some of the little harmless ones
slacks and sports coat. From a distance to kids,” Joe said. “When I get a big,
he had appeared young, but Joe noticed deadly one I cage him. But there aren’t
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many deadly ones in this country. I don’t thing in your ribs, sucker? If you’ve got
average one a month.” any doubts about it, it’s the business end
The hitchhiker didn’t seem to be of a gat. I guess you got brains enough
greatly interested in the subject of to know what that means.”
snakes. He seemed more interested in “You mean—you’re holding me up?”
the car. He leaned over just a little and Joe gasped.
took a furtive look at the dial on the in- “What else?” Jones snapped. “Now
strument board. First he noted that the you drive nice and do as you’re told and
gas indicator showed the tank was full. maybe you won’t get hurt too bad. You
The mileage registered at a little over try any tricks, and I’ll blow a hole
ten thousand. The car was just well bro- through you. You can understand that,
ken in and running perfectly. can’t you?”
He frowned in irritation as he looked “Yes,” Joe gulped. “You want me to
at the speed indicator. Joe Heeney was ° stop the car—and get out so you—”’ _
driving at exactly twenty miles an hour. “Nah!” Jones said in disgust. “It ain’t
There was nothing unusual about that. going to be that easy. If I let you get
Joe was never in a hurry, and twenty out, you’d have the cops after me in a
was his normal speed, especially when matter of minutes. This heap is full of
he carried a passenger. gas, and you said you had it greased this
“Nice car you got here,” Jones said. morning. So we ought to be able to coast
“Never had a nicer one,” Joe said. along all right till dark. Then I’ll tt you
“Easy riding, and I’ve never had to out. But I’ll have to take some precau-
touch the motor yet. Just had it lubri- tions to see that you don’t get to the cops
cated and checked this morning, so I too quick. Now speed up! You’re just
won't have to worry about it for another crawling. Twenty miles an hour! I
thousand miles.” could get out and walk faster than this.”
Jones’ black eyes gleamed in apprecia- “T don’t like to drive faster than twen-
tion at that information. His mind was ty miles an hour,” Joe objected mildly.
working fast. He figured he could use “It’s dangerous.”
this car, and the big, sleepy-faced man “Dangerous? What a laugh!” Jones
didn’t seem much of a problem. A new snickered. “Don’t you know it’s safer to
car, just greased, and with a tank full of drive fifty on a highway like this? Some-
gas would take them a long way without body’s liable to come around a curve fast
requiring a stop. It would be dark in from behind you and smack right into
about three hours. Plenty of places to you.”
ditch dead weight. “It’s not other cars that worry me,”
Joe said. “It’s snakes. They don’t like to
ACS his eyes went speculatively to ride at high speeds. Makes ’em restless
the panel. He looked down and and mean. Now at twenty miles an hour
sneered a little as he saw that Joe was they just relax and lie quiet.”
an extra cautious driver. He had his “What the hell do I care about how
right foot ready on the brake pedal, and snakes like it?” Jones snorted. “I want
his left foot was poised on the clutch to get somewhere! You speed up, or I’ll
pedal. Jones didn’t notice anything odd work on you. Put ’er up to fifty right
about that. It looked like a perfect setup now!”
to him. Also, a real estate man would be “All right,” Joe said. He hadn’t
almost sure to have a few fair-sized bills turned his head once since the gun had
in his wallet. Jones’ right hand began to been jabbed in his ribs, but had kept his
slide under the left side of his coat. eyes steadily on the road ahead. “But
“T’ll let you out at Centerville,” Joe you can’t say I didn’t warn you. If that
said. “You won’t have much trouble big rattler gets restless and crawls out
hitching another ride there.” and strikes you—it won’t be my fault.”
“No, I guess I wouldn’t,” Jones said, a “What kind of a bluff are you trying
hard smile twisting his lips. “But it ain’t to run on me!” Jones snarled. “You
going to be necessary for me to hitch any think I’d fall for a snake story? You
more rides for a while, mister. Because speed up. I ain’t afraid of ne snakes.”
I’m taking over right now. You feel that “I’m not either—when I’m driving
SNAKE HOBBY 57
twenty miles an hour,” Joe said with a under the seat in a box.
sigh. “I told you my hobby was collect- Jones’ mouth opened, and his face lost
ing snakes and that I had put in a couple alittle color. If this guy were telling the
of hours at it this afternoon. I caught a truth, that snake might pop out any min-
mighty big rattler. If you’d look down, ute now and sink his fangs into Jones’
you’d see there’s an opening under your leg. Because Heeney was following in-
seat. I put that rattler in a box and structions and speeding up. He had the
shoved him in there. Plumb forgot about car up to forty now. A rattlesnake bite
it when I picked you up. Anyway he’d was something a guy couldn’t afford to
lie quiet in there as long as I didn’t go take a chance on. If he got bit, he’d have
over twenty. But snakes are very sensi- to get to a doctor quick and get some
HOMICIDE in HARLEM
by DALE BOGARD
is only one of three sensation-packed novels in the Fall Issue of
tive to speed. At fifty, he’ll come wide serum or he might die. And it would be
awake and start crawling around to see a painful death.
what it’s all about. He might strike the “Slow down!” Jones ordered suddenly,
first thing he saw, which would probably and his voice wasn’t too steady. “Slow
be your leg.” down quick!”
“Nuts! That’s just a line you’re using
on me to try to get me to duck my head LAD to,” Joe said without a change
down so‘you can get a chance at this of expression. “Because I know that
gun,” Jones said harshly. big rattler is upset by this time. He’s
But his eyes weren’t as assured as his squirming around, trying to get out of
words. After all, this guy Heeney wasn’t that box right now. Maybe part out al-
like anyone he had ever ridden with be- ready. But maybe he’ll settle down when
fore. He hadn’t even winced when the we get back to twenty miles an.hour—if
gun had been thrust in his ribs. He just he isn’t out of the box already.”
drove and stared straight ahead as “T ain’t falling for this snake yarn,”
though he weren’t much concerned about Jones almost yelled. “But you pull over
what might happen to him. A queer guy to the side of the road and stop, and I’m
like that might be just crazy enough -to going to take a look. If you're lying.
have a rattlesnake in the car. He might I’m going to knock you over the head
even be nutty enough to have shoved it right now and take my chances. There
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ain’t a car in sight. Pull off the road and “T see you’ve got another rat, Mr. Hée-
stop.” ney,” the trooper called out. “He get at
“That’s what I’m doing right now,” you? Are you hurt any?”
Joe said agreeably. “There’s a good level Joe Heeney slowly relaxed his grip
place right ahead. You can see if that and shook his head. “The only thing
rattler’s got his head out. Maybe you that hurts me is to have to let go of him,”
better hold your feet up until we’re he replied.
sure—” _Jones got his mouth open and gulped
“Shut your yap and put on the brake!” air.
Jones yelled, and there was fear in his “This guy is crazy, trooper!” he bel-
voice now. “Stop her. Your brake!” lowed. “He’s got a rattlesnake in the
Joe raised his foot and pushed down car, and it bit me. You got to get me to
hard. a doctor quick or I’ll die!”
At the same instant Jones screamed “Too bad it wasn’t a rattler, scum!”
and ‘seemed to rise straight up from his the trooper said as he dragged Jones.
seat about two feet. The gun in his hand from the car. “But the only snake in his
exploded, but the shot went through the car was you. He’s thoroughly prepared
top of the car. Jones dropped the gun for your kind of reptile. Makes it his
as he came down. He screamed again work to keep an eye out for criminal
and for the second time he seemed to hikers. I’ll bet you looked over his car
rise in the air as though he had been carefully to see if it was in good shape.
catapulted. The tone of his scream and had plenty of gas. But you probably
showed that he was in both mental and overlooked the fact that this car with
physical agony. As he descended the sec- its type of automatic transmission
ond time two great hands seized his doesn’t need a clutch pedal. You didn’t
throat and put on pressure until his face notice that there was a clutch pedal there
started to purple. —or suspect it was a fake.
During those brief seconds there was “That clutch pedal works a metal slat
murder in Joe Heeney’s eyes. “I ought to under the seat where you were sitting.
choke the life out of you right here, There are four big needles set in that
Jones!” he said in a voice heavy with slat. They come up through the cushions
emotion. “I’ve picked up hitchhiker’s all when he presses down on the fake clutch
my life. So did my wife. As long as she pedal. No matter where you sit, two of
lived—until she finally picked up a rat the four needles are bound to hit flesh. I
like you. He killed her and hid her body guess you did think a rattlesnake had hit
in a clump of woods and drove on. He you when you got two of those big nee-
was never caught. So I still drive the dles stuck good and hard into the seat of
‘highways and pick up hitchhikers. The your pants.
difference is that I try to pick up pos- “You went up in the air and came
sible criminals. down and hit ’em again. By that time
“I stopped at a filling station back you completely lost your head and were
there just before I picked you up. They ready to believe anything. All the folks
told me that you had hung around there along the road know about Mr. Heeney
for a while, that they guessed you were and his snake trap. Only they never
a tough one and thought you had a gun mention it when hitchhikers are around.
on you. They gave me your description, They’re always tipping him off to the
so I picked you up. Yes, I’d enjoy chok- suspicious looking ones. This is the
ing the life out of you. It would be like fourth one you’ve got, Mr. Heeney, in
avenging the death of my wife. But the eleven months.” :
law says I can’t do it. So you’ll just get “That’s right,” Joe Heeney said, nod-
twenty years like the three others I’ve ding gravely. “But look at.the scores of
caught in the past few months.” hitchhikers I’ve picked up. The percent-
Joe sighed and turned his head as he age isn’t as high as you might think. I’ve
sensed that another car had pulled up picked up some tough looking men whd
behind him. turned out to be fine feliows, down on
He saw a uniformed state trooper: their luck. But one vicious one like this
coming on the run. makes them all look bad.” eee
The
MURDER
FRAME
A Novel by DAY KEENE
Copyright 1941 by Standard Maga-
zines, Inc. Originally published in Dec.
1941 Thrilling Detective
Chapter |
AYBE it was a warm
spring night outside
with the birds twittering in
the trees and the bock beer
signs swinging in the breeze,
Barton’s place stood on the edge of That was all I got clearly. Two could
the lake, on top of a high bluff. There play at the game we were playing. In
was a high stone wall all around it. Two fact, four did. I hadn’t heard the other
of Spike Donovan’s boys were loafing by lads. One minute we had the best hand.
the gate. We saw them in our head- The next, they’d shuffled us into the dis-
lights as we passed. card. I don’t know what they used on
In the long trip up the lake shore from Harry. But a furnace shaker makes a
Chicago, our stolen car had grown a tail handy weapon. That’s what they used
of suburban motorcycle cops. And our on me.
tail wasn’t far behind us. Harry ran the Far away a voice was saying, as the
car into a clump of woods two blocks floor came up to meet me, “So the tough
from the gate, and we ran back. papa bird wants to see the wren. Okay.
I took one of Spike’s lads while Harry Throw them in with her until the big
took the other. They never even knew shot gets here. We’ll soak their feet in
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concrete and dump them all in the lake mailed me a copy of her will.”
together.” “And out of all the private detectives
Then everything went blank just as it in Chicago, you came to me? Just why?”
did on the Yangtse that night I lost my She looked hurt.
arms. “You—you don’t remember me, do
When I woke up, I could see that the you, Matt?”
room I was in was large and well-fur- I told her I didn’t, but that while she
nished. But we were too many on a bed. was on the subject, she might as well ex-
There were three of us—Harry, and me, plain the scrapbook that had landed me
and Sally. And we’d been stripped to into all my trouble with Mattox.
our B.V.D.s. Only Sally’s were of sheer Her eyes filled with tears. She said:
silk. And she was conscious. “T thought you were fooling when you
I was never so embarrassed in my life.' acted as if you didn’t know me. Well,
My modesty was covered only by my forget it.”
shorts, the straps that held my arm on, Harry looked at her real hard.
some wire around my wrists and ankles. “Hey, Matt!” he burst out. “Sure, you
Sally’s eyes were wide with fear. know the wren. Only she was a blonde
“Hasy makes it, Sally,” I told her. then. Don’t you remember the night in
“The Marines have landed and have.the Panama when a singer was insulted, and
situation well in hand. Are we alone up we wrecked the bar, and then you and
here?” me and Steve took three of the girls
She couldn’t talk because she was and a lot of bottles out to the old ruins?
gagged. She nodded. Sure, you do. You were going to quit the
Service and make abillion dollars rais-
Chapter VIII ing bananas in Yucatan so you could buy
the Panama Canal for the chickadee.”
OLLING over on my side, I went to I did remember then.
work. I pulled a wire cutter out of “So you remembered, and I didn’t,” I
the compartment in my arm with my aid.
teeth. After that is was smooth sailing. “Tt looks that way, Marine,” she said.
It took me less than four minutes to “But skip it.”
make good the lie I had told Sally. Honest, I never felt lower in my life.
“The cops have been here?” I asked But the next minute I heard Spike’s
her when I removed her gag. voice downstairs.
“No,” she said. “But I’ve heard a lot “Well, don’t take all night about it,”
of motorcycles going by.” he was saying. “Get them set in con-
“Look, Sally,” I said. “Let’s have your crete. Don’t worry about the cops. They
version of this affair before Harry and don’t dare search the place without a
warrant.”
I go to town. We’re going the hard way
this time.”
I asked Sally one more question.
“You went to the office of Barton, Ben-
“You mean, from the beginning?” she ton and Bowles this morning—early?
asked. You and Barton were alone in his of-
I told her that a tabloid version would fice?”
suffice. The main thing that I wanted to “How did you know?” she said. “I
know was who had told her to come to went there as soon as I got off the plane.
me. Mary, the girl who must have been killed
“No one told me to go to you,” she said in my room, met me and told me that
rather sharply. “I went because I was you were broadcasting in all of the hot
suspicious of Mr. Barton. He was nice spots that you knew who killed Sherry.”
to me this morning, but evasive. He gave “T do,” I told her. “But I didn’t then.
me a check for two thousand dollars and I had to learn it through trouble and
said that Donovan would cash it, but woe.”
that it was all that I had coming under I opened the upper compartment in
the terms of Sherry’s will. He said she my arm. It’s a beauty. It holds two
had left all her money to Joe. I don’t be- short-barreled .25s snugly and leaves
lieve Mr. Barton knew Sherry had room for two tear gas grenades. I gave
THE MURDER FRAME 719
Harry one of the guns. insistent. “I’m not quite ready for the
“I’m worried as hell about Bowles, cops,” I told Harry. “But if that’s them,
Matt,” he said. “Do you think they’ve let them in.”
rubbed him out?” But it wasn’t the Law. It was Bowles.
I didn’t have time to tell him what I He came in white-faced, and shaking,
thought. Spike and some of his boys and scared.
were coming up the stairs. And I’m al- “For God’s sake, what’s been going on
lergic to concrete foot tubs. around here?” he gasped. “I drove up
The key turned in the lock. just in time to hear shots. I—”
Outside, Spike asked, “You frisked He stopped short as he saw Sally. I
them both?” apologized drily.
“We stripped all three to remove any “Pardon me, Sally. I don’t believe that
possible chance of identification if their you’ve had the pleasure of meeting the
bodies should wash ashore,” answered a brilliant junior partner of Barton, Ben-
voice I didn’t know. “All we left Mercer ton and Bowles. Miss -Fields, Mr. Har-
was his shorts and his cork arm. We’d vard Bowles.”
better sink :t with him. If it was found, She screamed. I had expected she
the cops might trace it.” would.
“They won’t get a chance to,” Dono- _ “But that’s not Mr. Bowles!” she
van said, and opened the door. cried. “That’s Mr. Barton!” .
Even Harry got it then.
HERE were four of them. Spike’s “Why you liver-lipped, white-bel-
eyes went wide at sight of the .25s in lied—” he snarled. “You posed as Bar-
our hands. His boys went for their guns. ton when Sally Fields came to see Bar-
A .25 don’t tear a big hole.: But like ton about—”
that lad in Romeo and Juliet who’d been “That’s enough,” Bowles stopped him.
stuck with a sword told his friends, “It’s He had a long-barreled .38 in his
sufficient.” hand. And from the way he was holding
“Corpses just seem to follow us it, he knew how to use it. He smiled at
around,” Harry complained, but he was me, thin-lipped.
grinning. “So you finally figured it out, did you,
“Spike!” Sally gasped. “It was Spike Matt?” Then he boasted, “Sure, I killed
Donovan who was in back of it all. It Sherry. And I had Joe Phillips killed. I
was Spike who killed my sister!” not only looted the firm, but Spike and I
“No,” I told her, “he was just a were going to loot the town.” He nodded
stooge. The firm of Barton, Benton and at the den. “That honest old fool in there
Bowles have been behind this all.” had been sitting on millions in potential
We stepped over the bodies and went blackmail for years. But he was grow-
downstairs to look for our clothes. Some- ing suspicious of me, so I let him confess
one was pounding on the outer door, but to my misdeeds.” He glanced at the bod-
Igudnt open it yet. I was still one corpse ies at the head of the staircase. “Spike
shy. is dead?”
We found it in Barton’s den—the “Yeah, he’s dead,” Harry told him in
torpse of the stuffed shirt of the Corinth, a savage voice.
with a blue bullet-hole through his tem- Bowles’ thin smile widened. “Good,”
ple. A gun was clutched in one hand and he said. “Then I’ll collect all the gravy
a paper in the other. I took the paper myself.”
and skimmed it through. I could hear the roar of the motor-
It was a confession, all right. The old cycle squad coming back, and the deep
gent admitted pilfering the estate under wail of a riot car siren. One of the boys
the administration of Barton, Benton had found our car in the clump of trees.
and Bowles and had squandered the I waved my hand at the assorted bodies.
money until there was nothing left. But “And you intend to explain all this,
he made no mention of his having killed just how?” I asked Bowles.
Sherry Fields. And that was what I was He laughed out loud.
looking for. “There’s nothing for me to explain,”
The knocking on the door grew more he said. “Perhaps you and Spike and
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Harry shot it out. You see, I—” I was only five feet away and limping
Harry guessed what he was up to and on one screw. But he leveled the gun
tried to flick a shot at him with his .25. across his wrist before he fired. He
It clicked instead of barking. I didn’t didn’t miss, but he would have done bet-
even pull the trigger on my gun. I knew ter free-hand. -
that it was empty. Instead, I pushed I took the fifth slug through my arm
Sally into the room with dead Mr. Bar- —my steel and cork one.
ton, and ducked as the first slug from “You’d never earn a sharpshooter’s
Bowles’ gun whizzed by my head. Harry pay in the Marines,” I told him. “But.
caught the second and went down and you’re going to get full credit when you
out for the count. burn in the chair they’ve dusted off for
My turn came up again. Bowles took Steve Theo. Credit for having the nerve
better aim this time. The siren of the po- to come to me and Harry and offer to
lice car had stopped out in front of the head Steve’s defense so you could cover
gate, and he was on his last down, with your own back-trail by letting a right
three to go. He had to kill Sally. He had guy die!”
to kill Harry. And most of all, he had Feet were running on the gravel walk
to kill me. outside now. Bowles’ face was a desper-
ate white mask. He still had three to go
I TOOK his third slug through my ribs.. and hadn’t made first down. He let fly
I could feel it burning in and coming ae sixth and last shot right at my mid-
out. I started for him, a little shaky on
e.
And that was where it landed. But
my pins. by that time I had both of my hands
“You tried to tuck me away with the
around his neck.
bum fifties you had Spike slip Sally, If I couldn’t take him, I could hold
didn’t you, Harv?” I said. “You’d heard him until someone else could take him
her speak about me and suspected that —to the chair.
she might come to me.” All the time Bowles was beating at my
“Die, damn you!” he shouted, and teeth with his pistol butt and screaming
fired again. wildly:
I copped that one in the shoulder. It “Die! Die, damn you! Die!”
slowed me up, but I didn’t let it stop me. “No,” they say I told him soberly,
I had Steve and Sally to think of. “I’m too tough to die.”
“And when I walked away from the Maybe that was why I didn’t. But I
Federal boys,” I told him, “you had remember Sally holding me in her arms
Spike try to gun me out—just like his and kissing me, her tears hot on my face,
boys killed Sally’s friend, thinking she just before all of the lights went out
was Sally. And when that didn’t work, entirely.
you told Spike to lay off me. By that Imagine! The wren had loved me all
time I was a good witness for you those years I hadn’t even known she was
against Barton. I could testify that alive.
you’d found a will in his private files— But I know it now.
and the old man didn’t even know it was And here’s a laugh. Captain Mattox,
in his office. You mishandled Sherry with his face pushed in by Harry, has
Fields’ two hundred thousand dollars! told me that if I ever do anything about
And it was you who killed her!” it he wants to be my best man. @ © @
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THE REAL BLUEBEARD
A True Story
By HAROLD HELFER
OWADAYS, when it comes to light
that somebody has killed more
than one wife he’s immediately referred
to as a Bluebeard. Which shows how lit-
tle anybody really knows about the orig-
inal Bluebeard.
In the first place, the real Bluebeard
was an esthetic individual, a patron of
the arts who was greatly attached to
music and the drama. He was also one
of his country’s great heroes.. In the sec-
ond place, Bluebeard had only one wife
—and he never killed her!
The true facts about the first Blue-
beard came to light recently from official
records at the Chateau de Tour Neure in
Nantes, France. trying to sell his soul to the Devil!
His name was Gille de Montmorency The baron was arrested on a charge
de Lavel, and he was the Baron of Rais. that today would be regarded only as a
The young baron actually had a blue minor offense. He had threatened a man.
beard. At least, it seemed to be tinged But since the man was a church official,
with blue. Born in 1404, he was, at the this was considered sacrilege, and sacri-
time of his inheritance, regarded as the lege was a capital crime in those days.
richest man in France. He had palaces The baron was sentenced to death.
in Nantes and Angers and a castle in It was then that the young bearded
Tiffauges. Extremely generous, he was baron—he was 36—made a confession
known as a benefactor of the poor. that stamps him as one of the most
His ruling passion was his love of heinous individuals in the annals of
music and art, and he sponsored costly — crime. In his fanatical determination to
plays and pageants. recoup his fortune by winning favor
It was his love of the arts that brought with Satan, this esthetic gentleman, this
about his downfal]. His extravagances lover of fine music, confessed to MUR-
were such that he began to find himself DERING 120 CHILDREN ANNUAL-
pinched for cash. Desperately, he en- LY FOR A PERIOD OF SEVEN
listed the aid of alchemists, hoping they YEARS!
might be able to turn base metals into The baron’s execution was a thorough
gold and save him. They rooked him, one. He was brought out on a platform
brought him close to a state of complete on the gallows and underneath him a
destitution. large pile of dry faggots were placed. At
Growing more desperate he executed the moment the stool was kicked from
one of the most fanatical documents of under him and he commenced dangling
all time. With blood drawn from his at the end of the rope, a torch was set
own veins, he wrote that he would mur- to the faggots. A tremendous fire shot
der five little children and give their upward, burned the rope, and plunged
hearts to Satan in exchange for unlim- the bearded nobleman’s body into the
ited wealth. leaping flames.
Unable to bring himself to give up his The people wanted to make sure he
luxurious life, the young baron was was dead, plenty dead. ee0@
KINDLY
Klavak whistled. “You
killed her, Vanya!”
FLOWERS A Novel by STEWART STERLING
ad, and waits for her with an axe—on their wedding night?
Chapter |
IKUTENANT TECCARD rocked The woman who came in wouldn’t
back in his swivel chair. His fingers have been noticed in the average Man-
gripped the shiny oak arm-pieces tight- hattan lunch-hour crowd. She was
ly. It was an instinctive movement to pretty, but she hadn’t worked hard at it.
get as far away as possible from the A man might not have paid particular
thing on his desk. Ordinarily, his office attention to her as he passed her on the
in the Headquarters Building seemed street, unless he happened to meet her
large enough. Now, suddenly, it was op- glance. Her eyes were gray and curi-
pressively small and close. He kept his ously calm—as if they had seen a lot
eyes away from the long, glass tray on they hadn’t found amusing.
the desk top, as he reached for the phone. She wrinkled up her nose. “My God,
“Okay for Sergeant Dixon.” Jerry! A man can live without food for
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three weeks, and without water for “You figure this might be one of the
three days. But you can’t last three min- Happiness cases?” She moved past his
utes without air.” chair to the window, opened it from the
‘Jerry Teccard shoved his brown felt bottom a few inches, stood staring down
back off a harassed forehead. “Light a - into Centre Street.
cigarette if it gets you, Helen.” He in- “There’s better than an even chance.
dicated the roll of checkered oilcloth That’s why I asked the Policewomen’s
resting in the photographic tray. “You Bureau to send you up here. I know
don’t have to turn yourself inside out, you’ve been plugging like hell on that
gandering at this. You can take the assignment. If Crim Id can help, may-
medical examiner’s word for it.” be you and I can work together on it.
Acting Detective-sergeant Helen Dix-: Like old times, when you were playing
on, second grade, regarded him grimly. Big Sister to the floozies we picked up
“After that year I put in at the Forty- on Sixth Avenue.” He swung around
seventh Street station, it’ll take some- toward her. “My office wouldn’t want
thing to turn my stomath,” she declared. any credit.”
He lifted one corner of the oilcloth She touched his shoulder lightly for
cylinder. “What's left of a woman’s an instant, spoke without. .turning
thigh. After the wharf rats worked on around.
it a while.” “Damn the credit! If I could only
Her lips compressed a little, but none break the case. I’ve been running around
of the color left her face. in circles for three weeks, hoping it’s
“Where'd it come in?” just another flock of old maids forget-
“Twenty-third Precinct. East Hun- ting about friends and families because
dred and Fourth.” He consulted a report wedding bells are still ringing in their
sheet. “James Boyle, probationer, found ears. But if this—” she inclined her
a child trying to salvage the oilcloth that head toward the tray—“is one of them
had been tied around it with some string. it means the nastiest kind of murder.”
Boyle’s beat takes him along the Harlem Teccard nodded. “Never knew a sui-
docks, foot of Ninety-eighth. This thing cide to cut off her leg. It’s obvious.”
was on the tide flat at the side of the “Any special reason to think she was
Ninety-eighth Street pier.” one of this Happiness matrimonial agen-
“When was this, Jerry?” cy’s customers?”
“This A.M. Quarter past ten. Doc He lifted his chin, ran a finger around
says it’s been lying there, or under the under his collar uncomfortably. “Re-
head of the pier, more’n a week. Some member what you said that day we had
pupae of flies in the end of the bone. lunch at the Savarin? About the kind of
Eggs must’ve been laid seven, eight days heels who have to find their females
ago, anyway.” through an ad? Especially when they
pick on dames who’ve had the lousy luck
FyEEes DIXON bent over the tray. to be disfigured or crippled?”
She didn’t peer at the discolored Her voice was bitter. “I’m not likely
bone, but her finger pointed to brown to forget. Every one of those five ap-
shreds of fiber which clung to the out- peals for inquiry came from friends or
side of the oilcloth. relatives of women who have some phys-
“You said it was tied with string?” ical disability, or some facial blemish
Teccard pointed to a soggy tangle of that would put them at a disadvantage
frazzled gray in one corner of the tray. in the national pastime of husband-
“Was. Doesn’t medn a thing, though. hunting. Of course those poor lonely
panion yards of that stuff used every lambs could be led to the slaughter by
some unscrupulous devil who flattered
“But these look like rope strands to them, and promised them—whatever he
me.’ promised.”
He squinted at them. “I noticed that. Teccard fiddled with pipe and pouch.
I’m going to send ’em up to the lab, for “Well, that thigh bone had been broken.
a microscopic. But the reason I sent for In two places. While she was living, I
you—”
mean.”
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Helen Dixon turned from where she ing? Same skunk, each time?”
was perched on the window sill. “The Helen bent over the oilcloth, peered
left leg?” at the brown fiber again. “I wish I
Sar: Wasn’t there one of those could remember what that stuff makes
dames—” me think of. About the man or men in
“Ruby Belle Lansing.” The sergeant the other cases—I’m up against one of
eyed the oilcloth with repugnance. those things, Jerry. The disappearances
“Spinster. Thirty-six. Grade-school were strangely similar. In every in-
teacher in Tannersville. Hip broken in stance, the man resided in New York.
automobile accident. Double fracture, The woman involved always lived in
set at Catskill Memorial Hospital. En- some small town, upstate. And every
tered into correspondence with. the time the man sent the woman aticket
Herald of Happiness in August, two to come to the big city. What’s more,
years later. Came to New York in Oc- flowers were invariably sent. Can you
tober, after being introduced by mail to tie that? A bouquet for the unseen
Phillip Stanton, then of Four-seven-six- bride! Also, every one of the five women
o Madison Avenue, this city.” dropped out of sight within three or
The lieutenant consulted his report four days—after sending for their home-
sheet. “Length of femur, eighteen and town funds.”
one-tenth inches. Let’s see—factor for “All cut from the same pattern!”
women is three and six-tenths. About “T thought so, at first. But the men in
sixty-five inches tall. Would this Lan- each of the cases had different names.
sing—” Different addresses.”
“She was just five feet five, Jerry. By “What the hell! A crook of that kind
the Tannersville Board of Education could pick out a new alias or a new
records. What must have been more address as easy as you choose a blue
important to Stanton, Ruby Belle had a plate!”
little more than two thousand dollars in “IT saw some of the letters these men
the savings bank at Phoenicia. Three wrote. In the agency files. The hand-
days after her arrival, she had this de- writings don’t bear any resemblance.”
posit transferred to the Emigrant Bank “He could fake them. Or get some-
here. On the next day it was withdrawn, one else to write them for him.”
except for ten dollars. Since then, there “Not usual, is it? A murderer taking
hasn't been a trace of her. Or of Stan- someone into his confidence? Unless it’s
ton!” a gang. Which it might be, from the
“Any description of him?” varying descriptions of the men—ac-
cording to their photos. There was al-
FEeEN shrugged. “Nothing to count. ways a snapshot, you see. One of the
He never went to Tannersville. Her Happiness rules. One man had a beard.
uncle —the one who asked us for a Another was partly bald. One was
check-up—said he saw a snap-shot of around fifty. The fellow in the Schwartz
Stanton. But all he remembers is, the case couldn’t have been more than twen-
fellow was good-looking and had a mus- ty-five, the victim’s brother claims. You
tache.” wonder I’ve been stymied ?”
“That’s a great big help!” Teccard Teccard spread his hands. “We'll have
called for a policeman to take the thigh- to go at it from this end. That oilcloth
bone back to the morgue. “What about probably came from the five-and-dime—
the people where Stanton lived?” be tough to trace. But if this killer
“A rooming house. Man who runs it chopped the Lansing woman up, there’d
is nearly blind. Stanton didn’t seem to have been more than a thigh bone to
use the room much, anyway. Half the dispose of. Not so easy to get rid of a
time the bed wasn’t disturbed. Best I cadaver. And he slipped up this once.
could get was, he was kind of dark.” _. If he was careless again, we’ll get some-
“Ah! Send out an all-borough to pick where. I’ve put a crew from the precinct
up dark guy with mustache! And re- on that. They’ll sift the whole damn wa-
serve Central Park to hold ’em in! Yair! terfront through a sieve, if necessary.”
How about the other four who’re miss- The sergeant sauntered toward the
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door. “I hope you beat me to it, Jerry,” to it—without your getting into it.”
she said. “I haven’t been sleeping so “That would suit me swell. But it
well, lately. Thinking about some other might not work. I may have to get into
poor, lonely fool on her way to meet a it, im find the evidence necessary to con-
murderer. If this guy—or this gang— vict.
has got away with it five times, there The lieutenant put his fists on his hips
won’t be any stop now. It’s about time and glared. “Hey! You don’t mean you’d
for another one. They’ve been spaced . go so far as to marry the murdering so-
about a month apart.” and-so?”
Teccard frowned. “I thought you said “T’ll go as far as I have to, Jerry. May-
you were up a blind alley on it. What do be you’ve forgotten I had a sister who
you mean, beat you to it?” fell for a slimy snake like this Stantom
She smiled, tightly. “I didn’t say 'I Alice turned on the gas one night—with-
was licked. I still have a card to play.” out lighting it. I found her body. I hate
“Tf we’re going to work together—” men like that worse than those phony
“That would be all right with me. But abortionists I rounded up this spring. At
this is something you couldn’t very well least those girls knew they were taking
come in on. I’m entered in Cupid’s Com- a terrible chance. These poor, misguided
petition.” love-seekers don’t even realize their
He jumped to his feet. “Now what danger until it’s too late.” There was a
the hell!” dull, hurt look in her gray eyes. “But so
far, there’s been no proof that any of
HE nodded calmly. “Current issue of these women wound up with any legal
the Herald of Happiness, Meeting certificates. No record of any licenses
Place of the Matrimony-Minded Depart- at City Hall, even.”
ment. ‘Miss Mary Lownes, single, thir- “God’s sake, Helen! You know the
ty-one. Of Malone, New York. Pleasant regulations forbid any infraction of or-
disposition. Capable housewife, though dinances in attempting to trap a crim-
suffering from slight spinal complaint. inal!”
Occupation, nurse.’ I was, you know, be- “Nothing criminal about getting mar-
fore I turned policewoman. ‘Anxious to ried, is there, Jerry?”
meet amiable, sober businessman under He opened his mouth, shut it again,
fifty.’ That ought to get him, don’t you glared at her. When he spoke, it was in
think?” the tone of a commanding officer. “You
“Just because you were assigned to an let me know before you go through with
investigation doesn’t mean you’re sup- any damn nonsense like that, hear?”
posed to risk running up against a killer, She saluted stiffly. “Yes, Lieutenant.”
Helen.”
“After the slimy specimens I’ve been Chapter II
running up against, a murderer’ll be a
relief. This chasing up and down sub- IEUTENANT TECCARD wasn’t
ways and elevateds to trap exhibition- more than a minute behind Helen
ists, those hours of sitting through dou- Dixon in leaving the office. The rere
ble features to nab mashers in the act— clerk by the rail in the outer room
that’s not only hard work, but it kind out of the corner of his mouth to a}
of gets you to thinking half the world’s clothesman one-fingering on a typewr:t-
made up of perverts.” er.
“Yair. But that’s the sort of stuff
only a woman can handle. Homicide “Geeze! The lieutenant musta just
isn’t for the Woman’s Bureau. It’s a swallowed a cup of carbolic or some-
man’s job.” thing.”
“It’s my job to put a stop to any matri- “Teccard? He always looks like that
monial agency that’s doing business like when the Dixon dame gives him ‘No’ for
this—to see that love-hungry women an answer. He’s been carrying the torch
don’t get murdered when they figure on for her so long he sleeps standing up,
getting married.” like the Statue of Liberty.”
“You find the man. We'll put a stop Hurrying outside, the detective-lieu-
KINDLY OMIT FLOWERS 87
tenant drove his department sedan up day, mister?” he asked.
Broadway to Twenty-eighth, studied “You mean the preliminaries?”
the directory board in the lobby of a “What the hell is a preliminary?”
ten-story office building there, pushed There was a folder with the name “Mary
into the elevator. Lownes” at the top. It was empty, ex-
The Herald of Happiness was housed cept for an envelope in Helen’s hand-
in a single room at the rear of the third writing, addressed to Herald of Happi-
floor.. The door was locked, but there ness, and a clipped-out advertisement.
was a bulky shadow moving against the Helbourne picked up a proof-sheet of
ground glass. He rapped. a page. “Subscribers are allowed one
The man who let him in was fat. Tiny free advertisement to each subscrip-
purple veins laced the end of a bulbous tion,” he explained, ‘plus as many an-
nose. The eyes that searched the lieu- swers to other advertisements as they
tenant’s were slightly bloodshot. wish. Our only restriction is, these re-
“You the proprietor of this agency, plies to ads must be addressed to the box
mister?” Teccard demanded. number of the Herald.” He pointed to
“T am, sir. T. Chauncey Helbourne, if one. “Any letters coming in, addressed
I can be of service to you. You are a sub- to that box number, are copied and sent
scriber ?” along to the advertiser, no charge. With-
“T’m from Police Headquarters.” out the name or address of the sender,
“What, again? I’ve already put up naturally.”
with a distressing amount of: annoyance Teccard slid the folders back in place.
from a Miss Dixon—” “The old come-on. What do you tap them
“You'll be putting up with a prison for giving out with the address?”
diet, if you’re not careful.” The proprietor of the Herald frowned.
“Prison! You can’t frighten me, sir. “Our fee is five dollars.”
I run a legitimate business.” ““At each end of the transaction? Five
“Nuts! You come close to being a from the sappy skirt who wants the ad-
professional panderer. Don’t tell me you dress of some dope who’s given her a
have a license. It doesn’t cover complic- line of mush? And another five from
ity in fraud!” the dope himself, if he wants to get in
Helbourne’s neck reddened. “I won’t touch with her direct?”
be bulldozed by any such tactics, Of- “T don’t like the way you put it, Lieu-
ficer !” tenant.”
“Lieutenant — Lieutenant Teccard.” “Catch them coming and going, don’t
He surveyed the cheap furniture, the you? Next thing you know, you'll catch
unpainted rack of pigeon-holes along five years in the pen.”
one wall.
“Tt makes no difference to me if you’re ECCARD drifted toward the rack of
the commissioner, himself,” snapped pigeon-holes. There were letters and
Helbourne. “I have influential connec- folded carbon copies in most of them.
tions at City Hall, too. And my records Under each space was pasted a copy of
are always open for inspection by au- some Herald advertisement. Helbourne
thorized parties.” watched him sullenly.
“Okay. I’m an authorized party. I'll “T’m not responsible for what my sub-
have a look at any letters that’ve come scribers do after I’ve performed an in-
in here the last week or so.” troduction,” the fat man grumbled.
The fat man waved vaguely at the “Hell you aren’t! You’re wide open
row of green-painted files. “Help your- for prosecution. You were warned some
self. It would take me a couple of months New York crumb has been rooking old
to locate ’em. I don’t file by dates.” maids from upstate, using you as a go-
“T’ll make a start at it.” Teccard between.”
pulled out a steel drawer marked “L.” There was a cubby-hole with two let-
He ran his thumb along the tabs until ters, over an advertisement reading:
he came to one with the letters “LO,” YOUNG LADY OF BREEDING
took out all the folders in that section. seeks companionship of amiable, sober busi-
“How. many letters you rake in, per nessman, under fifty, with quiet tastes. One
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who would appreciate a better-than-average Teccard put the letter in his pocket.
table and a comfortable home. Not wishing to East Eighty-eighth wasn’t so far from
be supported, as have slight means of own.
Able and active, though slight spinal injury.
the pier where that grisly bone had been
Brunette, thirty-one, former trained nurse. found.
Box LL27. “This Harold Willard,” he said. “Let’s
= the other letters you’ve had from
Helen was a brunette — the age and im.”
references to the spinal injury and hav- Helbourne shook his head quickly.
ing been a nurse clinched it. Teccard “That’s the only one. I never heard of
reached for the letters. the man before. I can’t keep track—”
The fat man caught his arm. “You'll “Yair. I heard that oné. You recognize
have to get a court order, if you’re going
his signature?”
to ransack my mail, Lieutenant.” “No. Not at all.”
Teccard disengaged the pudgy fingers. “You sent the copy of this drool along
“One side, mister. A minute age you told to Box LL Twenty-seven ?”
me to help myself. Iam. You want any “Not yet,” Helbourne said. “It was
trouble, I’ll see you get plenty.” going out today.”
He crackled the letters open, The first “Don’t send it. And don’t sénd out
one read: copies of any letters that come to you
Dear Miss Box LL27. from New York City. Not until I’ve
Your ad made a great deal of an appeal to had a look at them. Understand?”
me. I am a farmer, widower five years now, “Yes, sir.” Helbourne held his head
age forty-six. It’s a seventy-acre fruit farm, sideways, as if he expected the lieuten-
paying good, too. I have a piano, radio,
Chevrolet, nice furniture. The part about ant to take a punch at him. “Is there—
better than average cooking appealed to me. ah—any cause for you to believe the
Do you play the piano? Hoping to hear from writer of that letter has been involved
you, in these—ah—irregularities you are in-
Very sincerely yours,
Herman Schichte vestigating ?”
Rural Route Six Teccard stuffed a copy of the Herald
Pathanville, N. Y. into his coat pocket. “Only that he
writes phony as hell. You ought to have
The lieutenant stuck it back in the
your butt booted for handling that kind
pigeonhole. “Park your pants in a chair,
of sewage. And if I find you’ve passed
mister. It makes me nervous to have on any more of it, I’m coming back and
anyone reading over my shoulder.”
rub your nose in it.”
Helbourne sat down. His mouth was
open and he was panting as if he’d been
T WAS dusk when the sedan reached
climbing stairs. He kept rubbing his
palms on his knees while he watched the Twenty-third Precinct station
Teccard run through the other letter. house. Teccard was glad to get out of
the chill wind whistling across Harlem
Your message in the Herald was like music from the river. ,
heard far off over the water at night. Perhaps “Cap Meyer around?” he inquired of
I am wrong, dear LL27, but I sense in your
heart an aching desire for the. finer things the desk sergeant.
which life too often denies those best fitted to “You'll find him in the muster room,
enjoy them. If I have understood you rightly, with a couple boys from Homicide, Lieu-
your appeal for companionship strikes a very tenant.”
sympathetic chord in my own soul. I am thirty- Teccard strode into the back room.
five, dark and, though no Adonis, not bad to
look upon, I have been told. I have a com- Four men stood about the long table
fortable business and am fond of travel, under a green-shaded bulb. Three were
theater and books. Possibly you would care to in plain clothes, the fourth <was in uni-
write me so we could exchange photographs form. There was a black rubber body-
and perhaps—quien sabe—perhaps some day
rings to symbolize even more than companion- bag at the end of the table, at the other
ship! a piece of wax paper with as grisly a
With eager anticipation, collection as the Identification man had
Your friend, ever seen.
Harold Willard
971 East 88th Street “What you got, Meyer?” he asked.
New York City The captain turned. His face was a
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curious greenish-yellow in the cone of of some fillings left,” he observed. “Jaw
brilliance. “I wouldn’t know, Teccard. still shows where she had some bridge-
But whatever it is, you can have it.” work done. We can check the dentists,
One of the Homicide men finished ty- up around Tannersville.”
ing a tag to the third finger of a skeleton “You got a line on her already?” Cap-
hand. “All we’re sure of, it was an adult tain Meyer exclaimed.
female.” “Yair. Schoolteacher who thought she
His partner stripped off a pair of was coming to town for her wedding.
rubber gloves. “That’s all you’ll ever es- ‘Till death do ye part.’ It parted her, to
tablish for certain. Person who hacked hell and gone, didn’t it?” He turned
this woman up was pretty tricky.” He away. “How about letting me have one
indicated the cracked and flattened end of your men who knows the Eighty-
of the finger bones. “Mashed the tips sent Street beat? In the nine hun-
to prevent any print-work.” reds.”
Meyer tongued around his stub of Meyer and the uniformed man looked
cigar. “Wasn’t necessary, though. The at each other. The captain gestured.
rats took care of that.” “Patrolman Taylor, here, had that beat
The uniformed man spoke up. “All up to a month ago. How long you need
this mess had been dumped under the him?”
shore end of that Ninety-eighth Street “Depends. Bird we’re after may have
pier, Lieutenant. There was a loose flown the coop already.”
plank there—somebody must of ripped “Okay. You’re relieved, Taylor. And
it up. It was near covered by muck, if you have any trouble when it comes
but we shoveled it out and used the hose to putting the arm on the louse who did
on it, well as we could.” this”—the captain jerked his head to-
“Including that thigh-bone, we got ward the table—“do me one favor.”
everything but one foot now,” the first The policeman touched the rim of his
Homicide man said. “But it wouldn’t do cap. “Yuh?”
any good to try a reconstruction. All “Shoot him a couple times where it’ll
the teeth were hammered out of that really hurt. All he’ll feel, if he goes to
head, before it was dropped in the mud.” the chair, will be a few seconds’ jolt.
Teccard bent over the yellowish skull, Way I feel, that’d be lett ne him off
stained with dirty, grayish mold. “Parts easy.”
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Chapter III Teccard stood on the curb, tamping
out his pipe. He gazed curiously up at
UT in the car, Patrolman Taylor the lighted windows of 971. What kind .
pulled a folded-up newspaper from of murderer could it be who took such
his hip pocket. care to hack his victim to pieces, only
“That kid who found the leg this to attempt to hide all the remains in one
morning squawked all over the neigh- spot? There had been other instances
borhood,” he complained. “We warned of dismembered corpses in the records
him to keep his puss shut, but the papers of the Criminal Identification Bureau
got it just the same.” but, so far as Teccard could remember,
Teccard didn’t read the story. “They limbs and head and torso had invaria-
can’t print much,” he said, “if they don’t bly been strewn far and wide, to pre-
know any more than we do, Taylor. vent any reconstruction of the body.
What you know about Number Nine- Was he up against one of those unpre-
seven one?” He pulled up half a block dictable, pathological cases of sadism,
away. where mutilation gives the killer a dia-
The patrolman craned his neck. bolical satisfaction? That didn’t seem
“Nine-seven-one? The old brick house? to match up with the carefully planned
Nothing much. Just four-or-five-bucks- disposition of the victim’s funds.
a-week furnished rooms. No apart- Taylor showed, in the areaway of 969.
ments.” The lieutenant walked along briskly.
“Who runs it?” “Third floor rear,” the policeman
“Old dodo named Halzer. Him and his whispered hoarsely. “Room J.”
wife. They got Nine-six-nine, too—op- Teccard didn’t turn his head or an-
erate ’em together. He’s harmless, swer. He marched up the steps to 971.
stewed about half the time.” The front door was unlatched. There
“Yair? You ever hear of a guy name was a row of battered, black tin mail-
of Harold Willard in this parish?” boxes. He paused just long enough to
“Harold Willard. Harold Willard. I make sure one of them bore a piece of
don’t recall it, Lieutenant. What’s he paper with the penciled scrawl]: “Harold
look like?” M. Willard.” Then he went in.
“Dark, about thirty-five years old. The hallway smelled of cooking grease
That’s all we’ve got to go on. My guess and antiseptic, the carpeting on the
is he fancies himself for a double of stairs was ragged. Somebody was play-
one of the movie stars. Likely to be a ing a radio. A baby squalled. There was
flashy dresser.” . a sound of running water from a bath-
“Can’t seem to place him. Maybe he’s room somewhere on the second floor.
just moved in. They keep coming and Over the sill of Room J was a thread
going in a joint like this.” of yellow light. Someone was moving
“Yair. If he happens to be in now, about in the room, but Teccard, with his
we'll keep him from going.” ear to the panel, heard nothing else. He
“We can do that, Lieutenant. There’s transferred his gun from his left arm-
no back doors on this side of the block.” pit to the right pocket of his coat, kept
his grip on the butt.
“You go ahead, then. Go into Nine- He knocked and, without waiting,
six-nine. Find out from Halzer what raised his voice.
room Willard has. When you know, “Telegram for Mr. Willard!”
stand in the door of Nine-six-nine and The movement behind the door ceased.
wait for me to come past. You can give There was a pause, then a voice mum-
me the high sign without anyone watch- bled, “Slide it under the door.”
ing you from one of the windows next
door.” ee kept his voice high. “You
“Check.” got to sign a receipt, mister.”
“And after I go in, nobody comes out. “Shove your receipt book under, too.
I mean nobody. Until I say so.” I’ll sign it.” The answer came from half-
“Got you, Lieutenant.” The patrol- way down the door—the man inside was
man strolled idly away. trying to look through the keyhole.
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“The book won’t go under. You want his back was T. Chauncey Helbourne—
the telegram or not?” and his skin was leaden blue.
Another pause. “Wait a second. I’m The officer nodded sympathetically.
not dressed.” “A crack on the conk like you got will
“Okay.” Teccard tried to make it do that, sometimes. Make you forget
sound weary. what’s been going on when you snap out
“Where’s the wire from?” The man of it.”
had moved away from the door, but the Teccard felt the back of his neck. His
tone was strangely muffled. fingers came away wet and sticky, the
“We ain’t allowed to read telegrams, ache at the top of his skull was nauseat-
mister. If you don’t want to accept it—” ing. “I didn’t kill him, you dope!”
The door opened. “Hell you had a right to drop him,
The man was in his underclothes. He didn’t you! He was resisting arrest,
stood sideways, so Teccard couldn’t get wasn’t he?”
a good look at him. His black hair was Teccard crawled on hands and knees
rumpled, he held a towel up over his to the dead man’s side. There was an
mouth and the side of his face, as if he’d irregular dark blot on Helbourne’s vest,
just finished shaving. just inside the left lapel. In the center
“Ts there anything due—” He reached of the blot something gleamed yellow-
out with his other hand. red, under the naked bulb overhead. The
The lieutenant stepped in, fast. lieutenant touched the fat man’s face.
“Yair. You’re due, mister. Put It was still close to normal body tem-
down—” perature.
There was a faint “Hunh!” from be- “You got him first clip out of the
hind the door, the uncontrollable exhala- box.” Taylor pointed to the gun on the
tion of breath when a person exerts him- floor, by the side of the iron cot.
self suddenly. Teccard stood up shakily, sat down
Teccard whirled. again suddenly, on the sagging edge of
The blow that caught him across the the cot. Taylor, the corpse on the floor,
top of the head knocked him senseless the barren furnishings of the room, all
before his knees started to buckle. . seemed oddly far away. He bent over
Patrolman Taylor poured a tumbler to let the blood get to his head again.
of water over Teccard’s head. “Take it “Where’s the other gent who was in
easy, now. Amby’ll be here any sec- here?” he asked. “The one in shorts?”
ond.” The uniformed man squinted as if the
The lieutenant rolled over on his side. light hurt his eyes. “The only lug I saw
“Quit slopping that on my head.” The is this stiff, Lieutenant.”
floor kept tilting away from him, dizzily. Teccard closed his eyes to stop the
“Lemme have it to drink.” bed from shimmying. “He let me in here.
The cop filled the glass from a broken- How’d he get downstairs, past you?”
lipped pitcher. “You been bleeding like
a stuck pig.” CpPEICEs TAYLOR put up a hand
Teccard paused with the tumbler at to cover his mouth, his eyes opened .
his lips. Was that a pair of shoes lying wide. “I swear to God there wasn’t a
on the floor behind the patrolman? He soul on them stairs when I come up. If
shook his head, to clear away the blur- there’d been a guy with his pants off—”
riness. “How’d you happen to come up, any-
way?”
“Who in hell is that?” he cried.
Taylor’s jaw went slack. “That’s the “Why, hell, Lieutenant, when this
lad you was battling with. You fixed his dame comes scuttling down to the front
wagon, all right!” door, yelling ‘Police!’ naturally I hot-
“I wasn’t fighting with anybody! foot over from next door.”
Someone slugged me from behind that “A woman?” Teccard demanded.
door, before I could even get my gun “What kind of woman ?”
out.” “Why, just an ordinary mouse like
The lieutenant got his elbows under you’d expect to find in one of these
him, propped himself up. The man on joints. Kind of blonde and plump—I
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don’t know.” “Holler down to the doc, Taylor. Tell
“What'd she say?” . him all he needs to bring up is a few
“She says, ‘Officer, come upstairs stitches for my scalp.”
quick. There’s a couple of men fighting “You’d ought to go to the hospital,
and making a terrible racket right over Lieutenant. Have an X-ray, to be sure
my room!’ She says, ‘Hurry!’ So I fig- there ain’t any fracture.”
ure it’s you subduing this Willard and Teccard went over to the closet door,
maybe needing a hand. I come up on opened it. “There’s nothing more the
the jump.’ matter with my head than’s been wrong
Teccard started to shake his head, with it for thirty-seven years. Did you
thought better of it. “Where is she now? buzz the station, too, Taylor?”
Bring her here.” “Yes, sir. Cap Meyer is coming right
The policeman pounded out in the over, himself, with a couple of the boys.”
hall, downstairs. He left the door open. Taylor went out into the hall, shouted
There was an excited hum of voices down the stairwell.
from the corridor. The lieutenant sniffed at the empty
Teccard took a pencil out of his pock- closet. The only things in it were a few
et, stuck it in the barrel of his own pis- coat hangers and a sweet scent that
tol, lifted it off the floor. He wrapped his made him think of church. Queer thing
handkerchief carefully about the butt, to find in a place like this; probably came
broke the weapon. Only one chamber from clothing that had been hung up
had been fired from the .388. The bullet- here.
hole in Helbourne’s chest would be about He looked around the reom for the
right for that caliber. weapon with which he had been slugged.
Taylor came clumping upstairs. “She There wasn’t anything heavier than a
put one over on me. That room under- cane wastebasket. The wastebasket was
neath ain’t even occupied. And she’s empty, too, except for a crumpled piece
scrammed, anyway.” of cellophane stripped from a pack of
“So has the jerk who was half un- cigarettes. He fished it out with the
dressed.” The lieutenant put down the point of his fountain-pen, put it on the
revolver, poured himself another drink bureau.
of water. “That’s over the dam, so don’t
get fidgety about it. You were right, Chapter IV
according to the way you figured it.”
The cop wiped sweat off his forehead. HE interne arrived, went to work
“It’s all balled up in my mind. Was this on the lieutenant’s head with needle
Willard the one who shot the fat boy, and sutures. Meyer and two _ plain-
here?” clothesmen came up. While the doctor
“Might have been. The gun was still jabbed the needle through his scalp,
in my pocket when I went down. Some- Teccard told the captain what was
body took it out and used it on T. Chaun- wanted.
cey Helbourne. Somebody else. Not me.” “Box up that cellophone, run it down
-Teccard gazed grimly around the room. to my office. There might be prints on
“The worst of it is, I couldn’t absolutely it. Get a photographer up here from
identify Willard, even now. He was cov- Homicide. Have him powder the knobs,
ering his mush with a towel, and sort of the bureau drawers, the iron part of the
kept his back to me, anyhow.” bed, those hangers in the closet. Run a
He didn’t bring up the point that both- vacuum over the floor, ship the dust
ered him most—that it was a cinch Wil- down to the lab for examination.”
lard hadn’t been the one who crowned Meyer crouched over the fat man.
him from behind that door. Maybe his “Who’s this guy, Lieutenant?”
unseen assailant had been Helbourne. “Crumb who ran a matrimonial agen-
In any case, what was the proprietor of cy. That’s what’s back of those bones
the Herald of Happiness doing here, your boys dug up today. Go through his
when he had claimed complete ignorance pockets, will you? And mark someone
of Willard? down for going through the house, here,
A siren wailed, out in the street. to see what they can get on Willard.
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Taylor, you learn anything about him up. “A forty-five is just the ticket.”
from the landlord?” “You after big game?”
The patrolman scratched his head. “Yair.” Tecard checked the magazine
“Not much. Oh, one funny thing. He to make sure it was loaded. “You ever
must have a night job. Because he only go after moose, Cap?”
comes here in the daytime. And he must “Moose? Hell, no. Duck is my limit.”
write a lot of letters, because practically “Well, when a guy goes after moose,
the only thing old Halzer remembers his he uses a horn that makes a sound like
having up Here, outside his clothes, is a a female moose. The bull comes a-run-
poe of writing paper and a bottle of ning—and the hunter does his stuff.”
in ne?
A puzzled scowl wrinkled Meyer’s
“Yair? See can you find if he threw forehead. Teccard grinned.
- any of his scribbling in the wastebasket. “I’m going to get me a horn, Cap. But
Maybe some of it is still in the trash- there’s nothing in the book says for the
can.” rest of you to stop hunting.”
Meyer said: “Not much dough, but He went downstairs....
plenty of unpaid bills on this fella. He’s
been hitting the high spots, you ask me. pee night elevator man in the build-
Here’s a credit jewelry store summons ing housing the Herald of Happiness
for non-payment on a diamont wrist- regarded Teccard coldly. “Who you want
watch. And a bunch of duns from de- to see on the third, mister?”
partment stores and an automobile com- “Just giving the premises the once-
pany.” He tossed the sheaf of papers on over.” The lieutenant held his badge out
the bed. “Eleven fish and some chicken on his palm. “Snap it up. I haven’t got
feed, a cheap ticker, two nickel cigars, all night.”
a silk handkerchief stinking of whisky, “Ain’t anyone up on that floor.”
and a bunch of keys.” “That’s why I’m going up. Do I push
“No weapons?” the lever myself?”
“Not even a pen-knife, Lieutenant. The car started. “I can’t have people
You’re pretty positive he wasn’t the fel- soe in and out alla time. I’ll lose my
la cut up that girl’s body ?” jo ae ‘
“He’d have been well-padded with “Don’t worry about it. Everything’s
folding money, in that case, Cap. No. strictly copacetic.”
You rustle around, get a description of The elevator door clanged loudly. Tec-
Harold Willard.” card swung around the corner of the
Teccard waited until the doctor corridor into the ell where Helbourne’s
growled, “Kind of a patchwork job, office was located—and stopped short.
Lieutenant. You’d be smart to take a Somewhere ahead of him a light had
couple days sick leave. That’s an ugly been suddenly extinguished. He stood
still, listening. There were none of the
“Tf that stuff about the stitch in time noises to be expected when an office is
is on the up and up, you must have saved being closed for the night. No door
about ninety-nine of ’em. Thanks. I’ll be opened.
around for you to rip them out again.” He balanced the heavy automatic in
He picked up the keys. “I might use his left hand, held the keys in his right,
these, Cap.” tightly, so they wouldn’t rattle. Quietly,
“Want Taylor to go with you?” on the balls of his feet, he moved to the
“No.” Teccard examined his hat. Herald’s door. Still he heard nothing,
There. was a right angle cut where the except the faraway roar of Broadway.
brim joined the crown. He smoothed He tried the key which showed the most
the felt thoughtfully. “You might let me signs of use. The latch turned. He
have a gun, though. Mine’ll have to go stepped aside swiftly to the right, kicked
to Ballistics.” the door open. :
Meyer brought out an automatic. If there was anyone inside, the only
“You can take Betsy, if you don’t mind target would be Teccard’s hand, holding
a big caliber.” the pistol. He snaked his wrist around
The corners of Teccard’s mouth curled the jamb of the door, fumbled for the
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light switch he knew must be there. It fast, if we’re going to catch up with
clicked. The office flooded with bril- them. That’s why I came down here, to
liance. see if there might be any other poor
There was a laugh. boobs readied up for the kill.”
“Kamerad!” “You might have asked me. Just be-
He swore under his breath, stepped cause I spent two years putting fortune
out into the doorway. She was sitting tellers out of business and running
back in Helbourne’s chair, her feet around to disorderly dance halls doesn’t
cocked upon the desk. There was a pile seen I’ve forgotten how to use my
of letters in her lap, a flashlight in one mind.”
hand and a short-barreled .32 in the
other. GHE held up a sheet of pink notepaper.
- “Imagine meeting you here,” he said “I dug this out of Helbourne’s
drily. “I phoned the Policewomen’s Bu- private postoffice, there. It has all the
reau for you. They knew from noth- earmarks. Box KDD. A Miss Marion
ing!” Yulett, seamstress of Algers. Thirty-
Sergeant Dixon took her high heels three. Possesses certain means of her
off the desk. “I’ve been using the super’s own. Has a cheerful, home-loving dis-
passkey every night for the last two position, yet is full of pep. Miss Yulett
weeks. How’d you get in?” encloses five dollars to secure the ad-
He jangled the keys. “Property of T. dress of a certain Peter Forst who ap-
Chauncey Helbourne. For the evidence parently has been giving her a buildup
clerk.” about his charms.”
She looked at him sharply. “Evi- “He lives in New York City?”
dence? Is Helbourne—dead ?” “Can’t find any folder for Mr. Forst.
Teccard sat down on the edge of the Peculiar. Not even any letter to him—or
desk. “That’s what happens when you from him.”
take a slug under the fourth rib.” Teccard chewed on his pipe-stem. Was
“Who shot him, Jerry?” The sergeant Forst another of Willard’s aliases? Had
tossed the letters on the desk, stood up. Helbourne been putting one over when
“There seems to be a general impres- he claimed to know nothing about other
sion I did. The bullet came from my letters from the mysterious individual
Regulation, all right. But I’d say the who always wrote from Manhattan?
killer was the same one who did away “When did this deluded dame come
with Ruby Belle.” through with Helbourne’s fee?” he
She saw the bandage on the back of asked Helen.
his head. “Jerry! You were in it! You’re “Week ago today.”
hurt!” - The lieutenant reached for the phone.
“Yair.” He managed a lop-sided grin. “Hustle me through to your super, pal.
“That was no _ love-tap. Somebody —Supervisor? This is Lieutenant Je-
dropped the boom on me, but good.” rome Teccard, New York Police Depart-
She reached up, lifted his hat off gent- ment, Criminal Identification Bureau.
ly. “That was close, Jerry.” Talking from Bryant Three-two-seven-
“They meant to kill me, at first. nine-seven. Yair. Get me the chief of
Changed their minds when they fished police of Algers, New York, in a hurry,
through my pockets, found my badge.” will you? Algers is up near Whitehall.
“They? Were there two of them? Be- Yair.—I’]] hang on.”
sides Chauncey ?” While he was waiting, Teccard tried
The lieutenant nodded. “One kayoed the only flat key from Helbourne’s bunch
me while I was putting the gun on the on the locked middle drawer of the desk.
other one. I went bye-bye before I got It fitted. In the drawer was an empty
a square look at either of them. They cigarette carton, some paper match-
both scrammed. Now they know we’re books, an overdue bill from one printer
closing in, they’ll be foxier than ever. If and a sheaf of estimates from another,
they’ve got anything on the fire, they a half-full flask of Nip-and-Tuck Rye,
may try to pull it off before they do the and a torn, much-folded plain-paper
vanishing act. But we'll have to move envelope, addressed to the Herald of
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Happiness, Box KDD! She was streaking down the corridor
The envelope had been postmarked toward the elevator. ‘We catch the train
three weeks ago, from Station U, New at a Hundred and Twenty-fifth, come in
York City. with her?”
Helen looked up Station U. “East One “If she’s on it. If we can locate it.
Hundred and Sixth Street, Jerry.” And if she’ll listen to reason. That’s a
“Same precinct as the bones. And hell of a lot of ifs.”
friend Willard. One will get you ten
that’s where we find Brother Forst, too.” A department sedan zoomed over to
There was a voice in the receiver, Tec- Park and _ Thirty-fourth, went
card held it to his ear, muttered “Yair” through the red lights with siren
a few times, added “Much obliged, screeching. They didn’t stop to park at
Chief,” and racked the receiver. a Hundred and Twenty-fifth, but sprint-
“Foo late. Sucker Yulett left Algers ed up the stairs as the conductor was
on the morning train.” giving the “Boa-r-r-r-d!” They made it.
Helen punched the files with her fist The sergeant saw the bunch of lilies-
angrily. “For New York?” of-the-valley first. “That sweet-faced
“Didn’t know. Southbound, anyway.” one, in the dark blue coat and that gosh-
The hurt look came into her eyes awful hat, Jerry.”
again. “Yair. You better break the ice. She’ll
Teccard shoved his hands into his be suspicious of a man.”
pockets, gloomily. “All he did know—she Helen dropped into the empty seat
had her suitcase, and the station agent beside the woman in the unbecoming
said she was wearing a corsage.” hat. The lieutenant stayed a couple of
Helen showed teeth that were paces in the rear.
clenched. “Those damned _ flowers “Miss Yulett?” the sergeant inquired
again!” : softly. “You’re Miss Marion Yulett,
“They'll probably last just long from Algers, aren’t you?”
enough to be used on her casket,” Tec- The woman smiled sweetly, opened
card brooded. “Wait, though. We might her bag, produced a small pad and a
still be in time.” pencil.
“It wouldn’t take her all day to get to Swiftly she wrote:
New York!”
“It might. Station master didn’t tell Sorry. I am hard of hearing.
the chief what time the train left this
A.M. Might have been late morning. And Teccard smothered an oath. It
those trains up north of the capital run wouldn’t have mattered if she’d been
slower than a glacier. If the Yulett girl crippled or scarred up. Helen would
had to change at Albany, and wait—” have been able to fix it so the Yulett
Helen got the phone first, called train woman could step into a ladies’ room
information. It was busy. ‘The sergeant somewhere, and give her instructions
kept pounding the desk with her fist un- on how to handle the man she was going
til she got her connection. to meet. But there wouldn’t be time to
Before she hung up, Teccard was ask- write everything out in longhand, with-
ing: “Can we stop her?” out arousing Forst’s suspicions. And if
“Only, train making connections from the killer had an accomplice, as the lieu-
Algers to New York arrives at Grand tenant believed, this deaf woman
Central at eight-forty. Gives us about couldn’t hear what ‘“Forst’” and the
twenty minutes.” other would be saying to each other.
He caught her arm. “Hell it does! And that might prove to be the most im-
We'll have to burn rubber to make it. portant evidence of all!
We can’t wait until she gets off the
train. We'll have to find her, convince Chapter V
her we’re on the level, tip her off what
she’s to do. Chances are, Forst’ll be ELEN scribbled away on the pad.
waiting for her. We’d scare him off be- Teccard sidled up along side so he
fore we spotted him.” could read,
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I am Sergeant Helen Dixon from the N. Y. Peter and I—got—along, he said I might
Policewoman’s Bureau. Are you Marion want to buy out this other man’s inter-
Yulett?
est. So my—my husband and I—could
The woman shrank back in her seat. be partners.”
“Yes. Why do you want me?” Her The pencil moved so swiftly Teccard
voice shook. could hardly follow it.
The pencil raced in Helen’s fingers.
Brace up now, Marion. We’re getting in.
Only to save you unhappiness. Maybe Take off your hat. And your beads. .
worse. You plan to meet a man named Peter
Forst? Mss YULETT dried her eyes on a
“Yes. Is anything wrong?” handkerchief, did her best to smile,
The sergeant held the pad out again. “You’re going to meet him, with me, so
he can have a chance to explain?”’
We believe he’s a killer who’s murdered
several women who became acquainted with No. I’m going to meet him. As you. Wear-
him through the Herald. Have you a picture of ing your hat and beads. Unpin these flowers,
him? ; too.
Miss Yulett fumbled nervously in her “But, please! Please let me—”
bag, produced a small, glossy snapshot.
Teccard’s forehead puckered up. This Don’t waste time arguing. If he looks all
couldn’t be a photo of Willard, by any right to me, I’ll let you meet him later. I'll.
take your bag, too. You take mine. And wear
possibility! The man in the snapshot my hat.
was round-faced and pudgy-cheeked. He
had a neatly trimmed goatee and his The disturbed woman unclasped her
hair receded at the temples, from a high beads. “But what on earth am I to do?
forehead! Where will I go? I don’t know anybody
Helen wrote: but Peter.”
How will Forst recognize you?
The gentleman standing behind us is Police
“I had my picture taken, too. I sent Lieutenant Teccard. He’ll see that you get to
a hotel. Stay where he tells you to until I can
it to him day before yesterday.” Miss get in touch with you.
Yulett bit her lip to keep from crying.
“T'm afraid it wasn’t a very good like- Teccard gripped Helen’s shoulder.
ness—I don’t photograph well. But I “No, you don’t. You take Miss Yulett
was wearing this hat and these beads”— to the hotel. I’ll meet pal Peter.”
she touched a necklace of imitation pink Sergeant Dixon looked up at him.
jade—“and I’m wearing his flowers, “What evidence do you think you’d get
too.” Tears began to stream down her out of him, Jerry? He’s not the same
cheeks, she turned her face toward the mdn you ran into uptown, is he? As
window. “You must be mistaken about things stand, you haven’t a thing on
Peter. His letters were so sweet and him.”
kind. I can’t imagine his—hurting any- “V’ll sweat the evidence out of him,
body.” all right.”
The train began to slow for the track “Maybe you couldn’t. There’s always
intersection in the upper yard. There the possibility this fellow’s on the level.
was no time for softening the blow, with If he is, I turn him over to Miss Yulett.
sympathy. If he isn’t, I’ll be able to give first-hand
Helen made the pad say: testimony as to how he operates. This is
a job only a policewoman can handle
If he’s the man we’re after, he doesn’t in- effectively.”
tend to marry you at all. If you have any Teccard grimaced. “Put your gun in
money, he’ll wheedle it away from you and
then—Did he mention anything about money? her bag, then. And don’t be dainty
about using it. Another thing—I’m go-
The words came out between convul- ing to turn Miss Yulett over to one of
sive sobs. “Only that he had a small and the pickpocket squad in the terminal and
prosperous business. With a partner tail you and your intended.”
who wasn’t—quite honest, perhaps. If “All right, as long as he doesn’t spot
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you.” Helen adjusted the ridiculous brim one of the assistant managers.”
of the hat, snapped the beads around He tipped his hat to Miss Yulett, left
her neck. Hastily, she used the pad once her staring blankly at the bandage on
more. the back of his head. The poor soul must
be scared stiff, he knew. Well, better
Did Forst tell you where you were to stay
in New York Or how soon you’d get married? than being a stiff.
He had managed to keep sight of
“As soon as we could get the license.” Helen’s abominable hat, thirty or forty
Tears glistened in the woman’s eyes yards ahead. He put on steam to catch
again. “He said I could stay with his up with her. She was playing the part
family. But I don’t know just where of the timidly anxious woman to the
they live.” hilt, searching the faces of the crowd
--*“T bet Peter doesn’t either,” Teccard lining the ropes at the gate with just
muttered, half beneath his breath. the right amount of hesitancy.
Teccard couldn’t see anyone who re-
H® WATCHED Helen go through the sembled the snapshot. He was complete-
contents of Miss Yulett’s bag—the ly unprepared for what happened when
little leather diary, the packet of en- a young man of thirty or so stepped
velopes like the one in Helbourne’s desk abruptly out of the thinning crowd and
drawer,. the savings bank book. took the sergeant’s suitcase.
The train slid alongside the concrete Except for the exaggerated sideburns,
platform, and redcaps kept pace with the his thin, clean-cut features could have
slowing cars. been called handsome, in a sinister sort
Helen put her arm around Miss of way. If it hadn’t been for the cream-
Yulett’s shoulders, hugged her lightly. colored necktie against the extravagant-
Teccard pulled down the worn, leather ly long-pointed soft collar of his mauve
suitcase from the overhead rack. shirt, he might have been considered
“T’ll get a porter for you,” he told well-dressed.
Helen. There was no goatee, none of the full
“Don’t be silly.” The sergeant hefted roundness of the face in Miss Yulett’s
the bag easily. “She wouldn’t spend a snapshot. Yet Teccard was sure he rec-
quarter that way. So I won’t.” She ognized the man. He had seen those
nodded cheerfully at the woman, joined dark eyebrows only in side view, the
the procession in the aisle. deeply cleft chin had been covered with
Teccard got out his notebook, pen- a towel when the lieutenant had pointed
ciled: a gun at him, but this would be Harold
I’m going to get a detective to take you to
Willard, beyond much doubt.
the Commodore Hotel. Right here in the Teccard couldn’t get too close to them.
station. Register and stay right in your room “Willard” or “Forst” or whatever his
until Sergeant Dixon comes for you. Don’t name was, would be certain to recognize
worry about your bag or expenses. We'll take
care of them. Understand? the man who had crashed the room on
Eighty-eighth Street! How could the
She didn’t hide her fear. “Yes. But lieutenant shadow them without being
I’m afraid.” spotted himself?
He patted her shoulder. “Nothing to Evidently this Willard knew that Miss
be scared—” he said before he realized Yulett was deaf, for he showed no sur-
she wasn’t reading his lips. prise when Helen offered him the pad.
He followed her out to the platform, But apparently there was some differ-
located one of the boys on the Terminal ence of opinion going on. The sergeant
Squad, told him what he wanted done. was shaking her head, as if bewildered.
“Keep her here on the platform for a When her escort took her arm and
while, too. Better take her out through led her across the great central lobby,
one of the other gates, in case the man toward the subway entrance, she evi-
we're after is still waiting. Phone my dently protested. She made her way to
office and tell them her room number. one of the marble shelves alongside the
Notify the desk at the hotel to route all ticket windows, pointed vehemently to
calls to her room through the office of the pad.
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Willard began to write furiously. Eighty-sixth Street stop, he knew they
Teccard bought a newspaper, unfold- were nowhere on the train.
ed it, kept it in front of his face so he Teccard was in a cold rage as he
could just see over the top. Unobtrusive- shoved through the throng and up to
ly he edged within a dozen feet. Eighty-sixth Street. Willard had made
“But I don’t understand.” Helen was a sucker of him with the old on-again,
gazing at Willard in obvious fascination. off-again, Finnegan—gone in the rear
“You’re so much better-looking. Why door, made his way, with Helen in tow,
did you send me another man’s photo- up by the side door at the middle of the
graph?” subway car and at the last instant
The young man favored her with a stepped off to the platform while the
dazzling smile, proffered her a sheet lieutenant was perusing the note Helen
from the pad. had dropped.
She read it, crumpled it, seemed to Of course, the sergeant couldn’t have
thrust it into the pocket of her jacket. stopped the man without giving’ her
“I would have liked you even more, hand away. Of course, also, Willard
Peter, if you had trusted me—told me must have caught a glimpse of Teccard.
the truth.” Now that make-love-by-mail guy would
be on his guard, and likely to suspect
apeeey moved on toward the Lexington Helen. Teccard had dragged her into
Avenue subway. The man was hav- this mess, by requesting her assignment
ing difficulty holding up his written end from the Policewomen’s Bureau. Now
of the conversation. He kept setting she was literally in the hands of a cold-
the bag down, scribbling rapidly, then blooded killer!
seizing her arm and rushing her along By force of habit, he called the Tele-
again. graph Bureau first, to get the alarm out
Teccard followed them through the for the dark-haired young man. The
stile, downstairs to the uptown platform. description was complete now. Teccard
They boarded the rear of one crowded was good at estimating weight, height,
zar. The lieutenant squeezed onto the age. Long experience in the Criminal
front platform of the car behind. He Identification Bureau made him remem-
saw Helen’s hand release the crumpled ber points that the average policeman
paper before she was pushed into the wouldn’t have noticed—“his ears are
car. People surged in like a mob press- funny, kind of pointed at the top of the
ing to the scene of a fire. Teccard strug- helix. He brushes his hair to cover
gled through the door over the car- them as much as he can. And his chin
couplings, into the space Helen had just looks as if somebody had started to drive
vacated. He stooped, retrieved the paper. a wedge into it. And don’t forget, this
He held it down at his side, unfolded man is sure to be armed and danger-
it, and read: ous.”
I wanted to be certain you were not at-
Then the lieutenant called Captain
tracted to me merely because of my looks, Meyer and repeated the description.
darling. That’s why I sent you the other “Send a car around to check every
picture. Now I am sure you will love me for man on beat, will you, Cap? Odds are
what I really am, not merely what I seem to good he hangs out in this parish some-
be. Is that not better, dear one?
where. Have ’em keep an eye out for
Teccard spat out a sibilant oath, Sergeant Dixon. She’ll be with him.”
jammed the paper in his pocket. The
doors closed, the train rumbled out of Chapter VI
the station.
He searched the crowded car aisle, HEN Teccard called his office, he
ahead. They must have found seats half expected to find a report from
somehow. Helen waiting for him. He was wrong.
He unfolded the newspaper again, el- And the office didn’t have much—there
bowed his way slowly forward. hadn’t been any prints on the cellophane,
They were nowhere in the car. Long too many on the knobs and.furniture in
before the brakes had screamed for the the Eighty-eighth Street room. They
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hadn’t been able to find any of record, sent them. I’m from the Police Depart-
though. ment.”
Talking with the Telegraph Bureau The girl paused, on her way out, to
had given him an idea. He called West- stare at him out of stolid blue eyes set
ern Union, located the night traffic deep in a square, pleasant face.
manager. “Police! What’s the matter the police
“There was a bunch of flowers wired should come around?” The man waved
from this city to Miss Marion Yulett in his arms excitedly.
Algers, upstate, some time this A.M. Teccard said softly, “You have a du-
Chances are they went through Floral plicate record of your F.T.D. orders.
Telegraph Delivery. Find out what shop Let’s see it.”
put in the order, will you? Buzz me The florist ran stubby fingers through
back.” his hair, dug a flat, yellow book out of
He fumed and stewed in the drug the debris on a bookkeeping desk. He
store phone booth for what seemed like ruffled the pages. “It ain’t against the
an hour. When he passed the clock over law, sending flowers like this!”
the soda fountain, on his way out, he The carbon copy of the wired order
found it had been seven minutes. wasn’t helpful. All it indicated was that
The address the telegraph company Peter Forst had paid two dollars and
had given him was only a few blocks fifty cents to have a corsage delivered
away. He didn’t bother with a cab, but to Miss Marion Yulett at Algers.
went on the run. Over to Second, up to “Who took the order?”
Eighty-seventh. There it was, next to “Nobody. The envelope was under the
the undertaker’s place in the middle of door when I’m opening the shop this
the block: morning. With the cash. What’s the
matter, eh?”
_THE REMEMBRANCE SHOP
Teccard’s hand clamped on the man’s
Potted ivy and cactus in the window, wrist. “You sent those posies yourself,
flanked by lilies and dried grasses in tin Mr. Forst.”
vases. Inside, a glass-front icebox with “Forst! What’s it, Forst?” The man’s
cut flowers, roses and carnations. eyes narrowed. “I’m George Agousti. I
Carnations! Now he knew why that - run this business, no nonsense, I pay
fragrance in the closet had reminded taxes.”
him of church. There has always been a The lieutenant’s grip remained firm.
big bunch of white carnations in front “Then someone’s been framing you,
of the pulpit, when he was a kid. Willard Agousti.”
must have had a carnation in the button- “Framing me? For what!”
hole of a coat he’d hung up in the closet. “Murder.” Teccard spoke quietly.
Inside the shop a girl stood talking to
the shirt-sleeved man behind the coun- GOUSTI recoiled as from a blow.
ter. As Teccard walked in she was say- “It’s terrible mistake you making.
ing: “You'll send those wreaths over to So much as a single flea, I ain’t ever
the sexton right away? He’s waiting for hurt.”
them.” — “You don’t know this Peter Forst?”
The florist nodded impatiently. “T’ll “The first time I ever hear his name,
get ’em over right away.” He turned so help me!”
inquiringly toward the lieutenant. “What about Harold Willard? Heard
“What can I do for you, sir?” of him?”
Teceard drew a deep breath. This The florist shook his head.
was the man in the snapshot! Round “You don’t feel like talking, do you?
face, goatee, receding hair! Maybe you’d feel more like it if you
“You can tell me who ordered some came down to Headquarters with me.”
lilies of the valley wired to a lady up Agousti shrugged. “I’m telling you.
in Algers, New York.” There ain’t nothing on my conscience. I
“Was there some complaint?” asked ain’t afraid to go anywhere you like.”
the florist. Teccard made one more try. He de-
“Just checking up on the person who scribed the man Helen had gone with.
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“Know him?” the finge
Recognition crept into. the florist’s That‘settled it! 4 man didn’t cut his
eyes. “I ain’t dead sure. But from how hand that way when he slashed his own
vou putting it, this one might be throat! The florist had been attacked
Stefan.” from behind, while he was putting the
“Who’s Stefan?” ivy in a flowerpot. He had tried to block
“Stefan Kalvak. He’s no good, a low off the blade that was severing his jugu-
life, sure.” lar—and had failed.
“Yair, yair. Who is he? What’s he -Not five feet from the dead man’s back
do? Where’s he live?” was a rear delivery door, with a wire
“He’s Miss Kalvak’s brother. She real- screen nailed over the glass. The door
ly owns this shop. I run it for her. was closed, but not locked.
She’s okay, fine. But Stefan’s a bum, Teccard tore a piece of green, glazed
a stinker. Always stealing dough out paper from the roll fixed to the end of the
the cash register when I don’t watch. Or bench, wrapped it around the knob and
getting girls into trouble, you know.” twisted it. Then he opened the door.
“He’s done his best to get you in trou- A narrow alley ran behind the two-
ble. He sent your picture to this girl up story -building. It was floored with ce-
in Algers, so she’d come to New York ment. There wouldn’t be any footprints
to get married.” on it—and there wasn’t anyone in sight.
“Holy Mother!” He came inside, shut the door. He
“Where’s he live?” stuck his nail file through the oval han-
“You got me. His sister threw him out dle of the key, turned it until the bolt
of her apartment. But you could phone shot home.
her.” The boy stuck his head around the
A freckle-faced boy burst into the corner of the glass case. Teccard stepped
shop. “My pa sent me for the ivy for quickly between him and body.-
ma’s birthday, Mr. Agousti.” “Is he sick?” the youngster began.
“All right, Billy. Excuse me, one sec- “Yair. You go home. Tell your father
ond.” The florist whisked out of sight, the ivy will be over later.”
back of the showcase. “Okay, mister. Gee, I’m sorry he’s
The boy jingled seventy-five cents on sick.”
the counter, an elevated roared over- “Wait a minute, son. You seen Stefan
head, and Teccard began to sweat, Kalvak around tonight?”
thinking of Helen Dixon and Stefan The boy made a face. “Naw. Steve
Kalvak. ain’t never around, except with girls.
The youngster called, “Pa says you I don’t like him, anyways.”
needn’t bother to wrap it up, Mr. “You know where he lives?”
Agousti.”
There was no answer from the rear E JERKED a thumb toward the ceil-
of the shop, though the sound of the ele- ing. “I guess he lives right up over
vated had died away. the flower store here.”
Teccard stepped quickly around the Teceard was startled. “That so?”
glass case. Maybe the kid didn’t know about the
Agousti was leaning, face down, over sister tossing Stefan out on his ear.
a wooden bench, his head under the The boy ran. When he’d gone, the
spreading fronds of a potted palm. lieutenant felt in the pockets of the dead
There was a dark puddle on the boards man, without disturbing the position
of the bench, and it widened slowly as of the body. There was a leather con-
drops splashed into it from the gash in tainer, with four Yale keys. He took
the florist’s neck. them.
A sharp-bladed knife that evidently One of the keys fitted the front door.
had been used to cut flower stems lay He used it, from the street. Then he
with its point in the glistening disk of stepped into the entranceway to the sec-
crimson. There wag 100d on Agousti’s ond floor stairs.
right hand tev. Leccard lifted the limp There was only one mail-box, a big
wrist, saw th slash across the base of brass one with a mother-of-pearl push
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button and a neatly engraved card: “Tomorrow, you will be deaa—if you
Vanya Kalvak
do not let me help you get away.”
Floriculturist “T should think you’d—hate me, Mrs.
Kalvak. But honestly, I didn’t know
He went up the stairs noiselessly. Peter—Stefan—was married.”
There were two doors opening off the “T don’t care about you one way or
second-floor hall. The one nearest the the other. The reason I’m praying to
front of the building had another of God for you to get away quickly is that
the engraved cards tacked to it. I don’t want him caught.”
He heard voices. They came from the “No?”
‘room behind the door at the head of “T know what would happen to him,
the stairs. The tones of the girl who’d if the police got him. My eyes haven’t
asked Agousti to deliver the wreaths been closed all these months. Stefan
were distinct. hasn’t earned the money he’s been
“Why do you come here, anyway, Miss spending. Nevertheless—I love him.”
Yulett?”
“Your brother brought me here,” Chapter VII
Helen answered. “He said it was all
right.” A PHONE bell jangled in the front
Teccard’s heart skipped a couple of room. Mrs. Kalvak stalked away
beats. What was Helen doing talking? to answer it. Teccard waited until he
She must have been startled out of her heard her answering in monosyllables,
wits by this other woman and been then tried the door. It was locked.
caught off guard. “Helen,” he whispered as loudly as
“Y’m very sorry for you, Miss Yulett.” he dared. “Helen!”
“T don’t understand! Why should you The sergeant didn’t hear him.
be?” The sergeant was still playing her Mrs. Kalvak was storming back into
part. “Peter said he would be back in the kitchen. “You talk of lying!” she
a moment. He’ll explain.” cried. “You—trickster!” Mrs. Kalvak’s
“Peter!” The other girl’s tone was one voice rose in anger. “That was Stefan
of disgust. “His name is Stefan. Stefan on the phone.”
Kalvak.” “He’s coming back, then?”
“Tt all seems queer. I can’t imagine “Sooner than you like, my fine deaf
why he lied to me about his name. But lady !”
you ought to know, since you’re his “Wait!”
sister.” “You’re no country innocent, Miss
The girl laughed harshly. “You stupid Yulett. I know who you are. You’re a
idiot! He is my husband.” detective, trying to trap my man. And
“What!” The sergeant didn’t have to all the time I was sorry for you, think-
fake that exclamation, Teccard thought. ing you were caught inhis net!”
“Tt is the truth. I am his wife, God Helen screamed, once. Teccard heard
forbid.” The girl spat out the words. “I a thud. He lunged at the panel. “Helen!
know what he told you. The same as he Get the door open!”
told those others.” There was no answer.
“You’re just trying to drive me away He pointed the muzzle of Meyer’s au-
from him.” tomatic an inch from the edge of the
Teccard decided they were in the jamb, at the lock.
kitchen of the apartment. One of them Before he could pull the trigger he
kept moving about restlessly—probably felt something like the end of a piece of
Mrs. Kalvak. pipe jab painfully into the small of his
“Y’m trying to save your life. You back. A suave voice murmured: “Use
don’t know Stefan. He’s a fiend, abso- my key! It will be easier.”
lutely. After he’s taken your money— The lieutenant held the pose. A hand
Have you already given it to him?” relieved him of the .45.
“No,” Helen answered. “Tomorrow “Come on, Vanya! Open up!”
after we get the license, we will talk The door swung wide. The girl
over buying the business.” stared, white-faced. “I didn’t know you
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were out here, Stefan. I heard him try- It was an angle shot and risky as hell,
ing to get in.” She held a heavy, cast- but the lieutenant knew the risk he and
iron skillet at her side. Helen were running if he didn’t shoot.
“I came upstairs while he was bel- The bullet hit Kalvak about three
lowing like a bull.” Kalvak prodded Tec- inches below his belt buckle. It doubled
card between the shoulder-blades with him over and spoiled his aim with his
the automatic. “Get inside, there.” own automatic. But the heavy slug
Helen was sprawled on the floor be- ripped across the lieutenant’s hip. It felt
side th refrigerator. Her hat lay on the as if molten metal had been spilled all
floor beside her, the wide brim crushed along the thigh. He lifted the .32, hat
by the fall. Her head rested on a brown- gue all, and emptied three more cham-
paper shopping bag. ers.
Kalvak whistled softly. “You killed The. first bullet missed its mark. The
her, Vanya!” second one caught Kalvak under the V-
“She’s only stunned.” The girl lifted ciett in his chin. The third wasn’t need-
the skillet. “When I found she was a ed.
detective, I could have killed her.” Vanya sprang, caught him as he fell.
“We’ve enough trouble, without hav- She slumped on the floor, held his head
ing a cop murder to worry about. Did in her arms, whimpering.
you search her?” Helen struggled to sit up. “You and
Vanya kicked the sergeant, sullenly. the U.S. Cavalry, Jerry,” she mumbled.
“There’s no gun on her. What are you He helped her to stand. “I was a sap
going to do with them?” to lose you, there in the subway.”
Kalvak snarled at her, “I’ll take care Helen pressed her hands on top of her
of them.” He dug a spool of adhesive out head, winced. “Peter—I mean Harold—
of his pocket and swung on the lieuten- or Stefan—gone?”
ant. “Sit down on that chair. Grab the “Thanks to your hiding that thirty-
back of your hands. Close your eyes.” two in the Yulett dame’s bonnet.”
“Hell! You’re not going to tape us, Vanya whined wretchedly,” I know
are you?” you’re glad he’s dead. I ought to be glad,
“You think I want you to follow us, too. But I’m not, I’m not!”
you bastard?” The lieutenant limped over to her. “It
Teccard saw a peculiar bulge inside was a good act, while it lasted, Mrs. Kal-
the lining of Miss Yulett’s hat. vak. But it couldn’t last forever. You
“If you don’t want to fret about a can take off the disguise.”
cop murder,” he said to Stefan, “you She stopped rocking. “You mean I
. better call a doc for her.” knew about Stefan’s having committed
“She’ll snap out of it all right.” murder? Yes, I knew. When it was too
“Damn it! I tell you she’s dying!” late to prevent them.”
Slowly and deliberately, so Kalvak “Tl say you knew.” He picked up
couldn’t mistake his intention, Teccard Meyer’s pistol. “The one who didn’t
moved a step closer to Helen. know—for sure, anyway—was Stefan!”
The weapon in Kalvak’s hand swiv- Helen said, “What?”
eled around to follow the lieutenant’s The other girl sat there as if stupefied.
movement. “Leave her alone.” “All right,” said Teccard. “Okay. See
Teccard rested his weight on one what that innocent stuff gets you after
hand, close to the hat brim. The other Patrolman Taylor identifies you as the
he put on Helen’s forehead. “She’s like woman who ran downstairs at Eighty-
ice. If you don’t get her to a doctor eighth Street to tell him there was a fight
fast—” His hand touched cold metal going on in the room above yours. Why’d
under the loose lining of the big hat. you chase over there after your hus-
Kalvak sensed something wrong. band, anyway? Because you’d read that
“Keep away from that hat!” story in the newspaper about the kid
finding the Lansing girl’s bones?
EP ECCARD fired without drawing the “That’d be my guess. You were up
stubby-bar eled .32 out from under there in the room Stefan had rented as
the ks lining’ here Helen had hidden it. Harold Willard, so he could get his hooks
KINDLY OMIT FLOWERS
into another dame,”—he waved ironi- turned the cash over to Mrs, Kalvak.
cally toward Helen—“and you were She wouldn’t mind her husband mon-
packing up the clothes he had in the keying with other femmes, if it paid
closet, or maybe just arguing with him enough.” .
so he wouldn’t think you knew too much Vanya kissed the corpse on the lips.
about those bones under the pier. Then “Darling! Listen to the hideous lies
who should ride up on his charger but T. they make up about me!” :
Chauncey Helbourne. When he heard “Talk about lies, Mrs. Kalvak! You
about the disappearing dames and the must have lied plenty to your husband.
dough that vanished along with them, You’d probably promised to get the love-
he wanted a cut of that, too. And he lorn out of his way after he’d garnered
went to the right place to get it.” in the gold.” Teccard turned his back to
Vanya laid her cheek against the inspect the wound on his hip. “Maybe
bloodless one in her lap. “You do not he thought you scared them off by that
really believe such horrible things. No ‘he’s-a-married-man—I’m-his-wife’ line,
one could believe them.” I don’t know. But I’m damned certain
Helen was at the sink, using cold wa- you thought the easy way to keep the
ter. She held up a small camp hatchet. suckers quiet was to plant them. Why
“Could it be this Boy Scout meat ax? you had to hack them to pieces—”
It’s been scoured with steel wool.” Helen held up the market, bag by its
“The head of it would fit the gash in brown-twine handle. “Recognize those
my fedora just ducky,” Teccard an- brown fibers that clung to the oil-cloth,
swered. “But Helbourne was shot after Jerry? From this twine. Goes through
I'd had my light put out. You shot him, the bottom of the bag to give it strength.
Mrs. Kalvak. so I’d either get blamed for She used this to carry—them in.”
—
bumping him myself or think Helbourne “Yair. Yair. That’s why she had to
was the rat responsible for the Happi- ax them in small hunks. So she could
ness murders.” carry the pieces out of here and down to
“I was there at Eighty-eighth Street.” the wharf without being conspicuous!”
Vanya stroked the corpse’s forehead. “I He went over, hauled the girl to her feet.
did hear the fight. I told the truth to the “Or maybe it’s you just like cutting up
policeman. You shot that man.” people. Like Agousti.”
“No cop shoots a man when he’s lying Vanya touched the wound in Stefan’s
down, lady. The blood-stain on Hel- neck, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.
bourne’s vest was round, with the bullet- “Stefan went to—see Agousti. I know
hole in the center. If he’d died on his nothing of that.”
feet, the way it would have been if he “Don’t, eh? Then it won’t be your
was shot in a fight, the blood-stain would prints on that stem-cutter or the door-
have been tear-shaped, with the point knob downstairs, eh? You didn’t decide '
down. How’d you beat it out of the Agousti’d have to be shut up before he
house? Rush your husband down to that prevented your getaway, then?”
bathroom on the second floor, have him Mrs. Kalvak looked up at him. There
wait there while you murdered Hel- was murder in her eyes.
bourne without Stefan’s knowing it?” Helen hurried to the front room. “I’m
going to call the wrecking crew to take
SERGEANT DIXON went over to pick over here.”
up what was left of Miss Yulett’s “T’ve had all of this I want,” Teccard
hat. She picked up the brown-paper mar- agreed. “And I’ll sure be glad when you
ket basket at the same time. “Don’t tell don’t have to muck around in this kind
me this girl cut up that Lansing woman of slop, Helen.”
all by herself, Jerry!” “Man works from sun to sun”—the
“Yair. With her little hatchet.” sergeant twiddled the dial—“but wom-
“But why?” The sergeant held the an’s work is never done. In the Police
bottom of the market bag up to the light. Department.”
“If Stefan got the money out of these “Far as that goes’—he got out his
women, with his honeyed words—”” twisters—‘“‘one cop is enough in any one
“Stefan wheedled it out of them, and family. Don’t you think?” @e0@
By
REX SHERRICK
Bill Horton needs all his
acting ability when
he’s mistaken for
a jewel thief!
Bt HORTON is my name—ju-
venile leads. Probably in the old
days. my ad in the theatrical papers
would have said, among other things,
“Snappy dresser on and off.” I must un-
blushingly admit that I am usually taste-
fully clad in a bunch of threads that
are really sharp. Which means I have
my clothes made by a tailor who knows
how to fit a drape shape to a big ape.
The show in which I had been playing
had closed after a long run. It was early
summer and there wasn’t much casting
being done, so I was at liberty. I was
living at a hotel in the Forties and I
drifted into a bar one night and struck
up a drinking aquaintance with Melvin
Cardwell. Cardwell was a character and
he worked awfully hard at it.
When I drifted into the bar it was an
off hour. There was no one there but the
bartender, and the red-faced white-
haired fat man with the sympathetic
expression. They both ignored me as I
seated myself on a stool.
“That’s the way it is, Mr. Cardwell,” “Wait a minute,
the bartender said tearfully. ‘““My wife Martha!” | plead-
just doesn’t understand me. When I get ed. “Don’t shoot”
home after working here late, what hap-
pens? She starts right in giving me a
lot of yatty-yat about wasting my time
being on the make for some babe young
enough ‘9 be my granddaughter. It’s
enough {* drive a man to drink.”
“You srouta be flattered, Len,” Ca
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well said. “Her attitude proves that Mrs. mind on which he ran the same train for
Wallace is quite convinced that you are hours. “I saw it six times, and enjoyed
unusually fascinating to women in gen- the last performance as much as the
eral and younger women in particular. first.”
I should say that she is wildly jealous of The girl and the thin-faced man seat-
you ed themselves at a table over in a corner
"Bosh, you sure know all the answers, of the bar. I wanted to rush over and
Mr. Cardwell,” said the bartender sud- ask her if she didn’t remember me—her
denly looking very pleased with himself. long lost love from Pago Pago—but
“Maybe that’s it. I never thought of the what would I do if she just said no! I
wife being jealous.” also had a feeling that the gangster
I hesitated to shatter the blissful si- type wouldn’t like it.
lence in which Lem Wallace indulged, “Remember the scene in the first act
but after all I was thirsty. where you first meet the jungle god-
“Scotch and soda, please,” I said, de- dess?”’ Cardwell asked me.
liberately projecting my voice. Since I had played the scene for near-
Wallace and Cardwell both jumped ly two hundred performances I remem-
and then looked at me. When I project bered it all right, but he didn’t give me
my voice you can hear it in the back row a chance to say so. He just-went on rav-
of the balcony. The bartender and the ing about the show and telling me in de-
customer had no difficulty in hearing me. tail how much he enjoyed every scene
“Yes, sir,” said Wallace. “Coming in it. I made what I thought were the
right up.” rignt noises at the right places and
started working on a second Scotch and
ARDWELL was still staring at me. soda. Melvin Cardwell was also taking
There was something about his blue care of his share of the drinks.
eyes that reminded me of marbles. The “See that couple over there,” Cardwell
bartender put the drink in front of me. finally said softly, leaving a loud rave
I poured the little tumbler of Scotch into of the third act of the show hanging in
the big glass containing the ice and then mid-air. -“‘That’s pe Greening and
poured the soda in and stirred the whole Riley Light.”
thing up with a swizzle stick. Cardwell - “Martha Greening? ” I said. “You
was still staring. mean the girl who inherited a million-
“Doubtlessly you have seen me some dollar diamond necklace from an uncle
place before,” I said and then took a si in Africa or some place like that? Seems
of my drink. “My name is Bill Horton.” to me that I read about it in the paper
“Of course,” said Cardwell. “I knew a few days ago.”
I had seen you before, Mr. Horton. You “That’s right,” said Cardwell. ‘“She’s
layed the juvenile in ‘The Limping an orphan—works as a model for some
tear: Fine show—and your per- of the big modeling agencies here in
formance was excellent.” town. The uncle also left her twent
“Thanks,” I said, watching the couple thousand in cash, so she is doing all
who had just entered the bar. right.”
The man had one of those sharp faces “Too bad,” I said sadly. “And I swore
that might have been used for a model I would never marry a rich woman.”
in a hatchet factory, and looked like he I smiled at the confused expression on
could step right on stage and play a Cardwell’s face. I let it go at that. That
gangster part without makeup. The girl was my story, and he was stuck with it.
was something else again—she was tall, Then a thought struck me and I frowned.
she was dark haired, she was lovely. “Just where does Riley Light fit into
She wore a neat fitting dress, a lcose tan the picture?” I asked.
box coat and a small leopard skin hat. “That’s what I’m wondering,” said
She looked unhappy and I was afraid Cardwell. “What does he look like to
it wasn’t because she didn’t know me. you?”
“Yes, I was sorry to learn that the “A man who would know what to do
show had closed, Mr. Horton,” Cardwell with a million-dollar diamond necklace
said. He appeared to have a one-track if he got hold of it,” I said.
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“Exactly,” said Cardwell. “I know you?” she said with a smile. “Do sit
him, and he has a reputation as a crook down.”
though no one has been able to prove it “Thanks,” I said dazedly dropping
on him as yet. Likes to be considered im- into a chair at the table. “You’re right—
portant people, and is usually seen in the I’m Bill Horton—and you’re Martha
night spots with some pretty girl. He Greening.”
knows a lot of models. It probably wasn’t “T saw you in ‘The Limping Leopard’
hard for him to get one of those other when it first opened,” Martha said. “And
girls to introduce him to Martha Green- the part didn’t suit you at all.”
ing.” I blinked and got annoyed. Stab an
Martha and Light had been having actor in his vanity and you’ll draw
tocktails at the table. A waiter had ap- greasepaint every ‘ me. That part just
peared from somewhere and was serv- suited me—why eve.. the critics said so!
ing them. People were beginning to drift I decided that I would do something that
into the bar. I felt like trying to find would startle this lovely but very brash
some way to be the brave and handsome young lady.
hero even if it was type casting, but I “Listen, Martha,” I said. “Will you
didn’t get any bright ideas. marry me?” :
“We've got to find some way to get “Of course,” Martha said calmly. “I
Martha away from that man,” Cardwell decided that I would if you ever asked
said, and I decided he was pretty good me when I saw you in the show, Bill.”
at mind reading. “Listen, Bill, I’ve got I stared at her unable to believe my
a hunch.” ears. Even if I had had three drinks I
“The last hunch I played came in fifth wasn’t tight, and yet I kept imagining
at Jamaica,” I said. “But go ahead.” that I.had asked Martha Greening to
“Martha acts like she isn’t really en- marry me the first time I had ever spok-
joying being with Light any too much,” en to her and she had accepted.
Cardwell said. “Suppose you walk over “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” I said.
there, speak to her and pretend you are “T asked you to marry me, I think.”
an old friend.” “You did—and I said that I would
“Oh, sure,’ I said. “An old friend marry you.” Martha opened her purse
who suddenly recognized her after sit- and looked inside. “Naturally you don’t
ting here watching her for nearly half expect me to let you kiss me here in
an hour. That will go over big.” front of all these people.” She gave me
“Strange that you should mention a strange look as she snapped her purse
horse racing, as you did a moment ago,” shut. “Suppose we go to my apartment
Cardwell said. ‘“‘That’s my business. I’m and discuss the plans for the wedding.”
a bookie. Light frequently places bets “Let’s not be hasty about this,” I said.
with me.” “Light won’t like it if you leave without
him. After all, he brought you here.”
E just finished saying it when the “Don’t worry about that,” said Mar-
tha. “Light isn’t coming back—I’m sure
hatchet-faced man rose from the of it. And neither is that stout red-faced
table and walked over to the bar, leav- friend of yours. They got what they
ing Martha sitting alone. wanted—they think.”
“Want to talk to you, Mel,” Light said “Got what they wanted?” I repeated.
to Cardwell. “Privately.” “You mean that you have been carrying
“All right.” Cardwell got down off the
a million-dollar diamond _ necklace
stool.
around with you?”
I watched the two men walk toward
the eftrance door of the bar and step “Tt wasn’t worth any million,” Mar-
outside into the street; then I could no tha said. “That was just newspaper talk.
longer see them. I finished off my third It was only worth a hundred thousand.”
drink, paid the bartender and then “And Light got it?” I asked.
strolled over to Martha Greening’s table. “That’s right—he got the necklace
I was trying to think of the right thing from my purse,”’ Martha said. “Reached
to say but she beat me to it. into the bag and grabbed it when he
“You’re Sill Horton, the actor, aren’t thought I wasn’t looking.” She rose to
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her feet. “Shall we go now, Bill?” “Let her go, or I’ll k/l you,’ \ said,
I paid the check the waiter had left aiming the automatic at him, and I
on ‘tie table for Martha’s and Light’s meant it.
drinks. We left the saloon and got into He released Martha and stepped back.
a taxi out on the street. Martha gave He thrust his hand into the side pocket
the address of her apartment over on of his coat. A bullet missed me by inches
the East Side. For a girl who had just as he fired the gun that he had inside
had a hundred-thousand-dollar necklace his pocket. Instantly I pressed the trig-
’ stolen, she certainly was taking it calm- ger of the automatic in my pocket. The
automatic roared, and Light reeled back,
Mey just said the part in the show a bullet in his shoulder. He dropped his
didn’t fit you to see what you would do, gun, and that was quite all right with
Bill,” she said. “You were perfect in it. me.
Though I must say I don’t like your “Busy little bee, aren’t you, Horton,”
latest role half as well.” said Cardwell’s voice from behind me.
I didn’t quite get what she meant by “When you get a gun in your hand, you
that, and I didn’t like the way she said start shooting people.”
it. It sounded like she was sorry about I glanced over my shoulder. The stout
something and I didn’t know what. gray haired man was leaning against the
The taxi stopped at her address. It side of the open door leading into the
was one of the old houses near the East living room. He wasn’t holding a gun as
River that had been converted into I had thought he might be. He smiled
apartments. I paid the driver and we pleasantly as he caught my glance. I
went up to her apartment. There was a turned just in time to see Light reaching
half packed suitcase on a chair in the toward his gun on the floor with his left
living room. Martha had switched on the hand.
lights. She turned to me, and I discov- “Try it and I’ll put a bullet in your
ered she was covering me with a small other shoulder,” I said.
automatic in her right hand. Light lost all interest in the gun on
“I’m sorry to find out that you are the floor. Martha sank weakly into a
_ part of the gang who have been after chair.
my necklace, Bill Horton,” she said. “Nice work, Bill,’’ Cardwell said,
“Rather a cheap part for such a good walking around in front of me but being
actor as you are to play.” careful not to get between me and
“Wait a minute, Martha,” I protested. Light. “The police have been anxious to
“T never saw either Light or Cardwell get something on Light,:and this neck-
before in my life until I happened to lace stealing business will do nicely.”
wander into that bar tonight. Never saw “The police,” I said, staring at Card-
you before either. If those two stole the well. “What do you mean?”
necklace, I certainly haven’t been work- “That I’m Detective Sergeant Card-
ing with them.” well,” he said. “When I learned that
“Smart trick making me believe you Light had started dating Martha, I
were carrying the necklace around with tipped her off that he was after her
you,” said a hard voice from behind necklace, and she agreed to play along
Martha—and Light appeared in the with me.” Cardwell smiled. “You don’t
doorway leading to another room. think they just happened to drop into
“Didn’t discover it was a cheap duplicate that bar where I just happened to be
of the real diamonds until Cardwell and waiting, do you?”
ycomaed the necklace after we left the “But you said you were a bookie,” I
ar.” said. “That Light sometimes placed bets
we you. He acted as if he knew you
ARTHA swung around. Light well.”
lunged at her before she could use “He thought he did,” said Cardwell.
the automatic, caught her arm and “That’s the way I wanted it.” He
twisted it. The gun went flying to the laughed. “I think you must admit that
floor. I grabbed it up as Light struggled I’m a fairly good actor!”
with Martha. “Good—vou’re perfect.” I said. and
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then I glanced at the girl. “And so is “Suppose you ask me that again in a
Martha.” few weeks when I know you better,
Cardwell made a phone call. More Bill,” Martha said.
police arrived and took Riley Light Time flies when you are in love. Seems
away. The sergeant went with them, to me that I had a line like that in some
taking Martha’s imitation necklace show and I thought it was very corny,
along with him, and telling her it would but now I’m not so sure of it. Oh, sure
probably be used as evidence at Light’s I married Martha and we are very
trial. I found myself alone with Martha. happy, but sometimes I get to wonder--
“Seems to me we came to to discuss ing a little. After all my wife is better
a wedding,” I said. “Or was that also at acting than I am and she isn’t even
just acting?” on the stage. eo oe.
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are used by the military, almost anyone can be- as a murder mystery—by tracking down clues,
come quickly adept at cracking the relatively playing hunches, and using ordinary common
simple codes commonly used by criminals. sense.
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solving ciphers, have found their knowledge in- simple trial and error substitution. More scien-
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formed officers are by careful study revealed as
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narcotics pusher—or of other members of his Count the number of times each code letter
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Chapter |
E’D been married for six years, and apart
for four of them while I was handling a
gun for my country, and I suppose what happened
can be traced to that. We’d had less than a year
before I went into the Service, and a little more
than a year since I’d been discharged.
And we had no children. Perhaps, too, we had
too much—well, call it ambition, though greed
might be a better word. But, as Ruth said, if we
couldn’t make it now, when could we?
We were making it. Ruth was a secretary to the
vice-president at Alcuna, at seventy-five every
week. I was working a six-to-midnight shift at
Newton Press, and writing features at home the
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rest of the night. that disturbed me, as though she was
Vd get home about twelve-thirty, hoping I’d been serious.
pound the typewriter until five-thirty, “Of course not,” I said. “And you
and then hit the hay. I was selling about know you won’t, either, after you feel
three-quarters of my production, and better. It’s just been so discouraging.”
beginning to get a few fiction sales, too. Her smile was purely muscular. “Oh,
It made a long night, working like Greg! You believe just what you want
that. I left for work about twenty min- to believe, don’t you?”
utes after Ruth got home after work. “No,” I said. “I don’t get you, Ruth.
She would be sleeping when I was pound- You were just as enthused about the
ing the machine. And in the morning, house as I was at-first.”
I never even saw her take off for the “Because you were,” she corrected me.
office. “Because you’d spent four years living
It made a long, lonely night, but we out of a barracks bag and worse, and I
were banking plenty, and that was some thought you had a home coming to you,
compensation. Or so I thought at the a home in the country.” Her voice was
time. more than petulant now; it was acid. “I
I was working a six-day week, but we thought I could take it, then. I was still
had our Sundays. Most of them we full of that patriotic fever. But I know
spent out at the Grove, watching our now that it would bore me to death.”
house take shape. It was taking shape I didn’t say anything for seconds, be-
more slowly than we’d hoped or expect- cause I couldn’t. Finally, I said, “T’ll see
ed. It was being built by a small-time about selling it. I’ll talk to the contractor
contractor and he simply couldn’t get tomorrow.”
the materials. And I stared at her, across the break-
First it was soil pipe and then BX fast table, hating her for the first time -
cable and then plaster board. I pulled in my life, wanting to reach over and
what wires I could, and so did Ruth, slap her.
through the firm, and we got past these “Suit yourself,” she said. Her voice
obstacles all right. Though not without was flat with unconcern.
some strain on our patience. I went out a few minutes later. The si-
Ruth got pretty discouraged about it. lence in the apartment was heavy. I felt
She said, one Sunday morning, “Let’s futile and restless. I thought back, for
not go out to the house, today, Greg. We the first time, to the four-year separa-
just build ourselves up to a big let-down, tion, to the doubts and suspicions so
every week.” many servicemen had borne. I hadn’t
been immune.
HE looked tired. She had the kind of I didn’t really know her, not like a
delicate blond beauty that’s ravished man should know his wife. I had never
by fatigue, and she was looking washed- seen this side of her—until today.
out. I had no particular place in mind to
“A day in the country is just what you go when I left the apartment. I’d just
need, honey,” I told her. “We’ll ignore wanted to get out. I walked up to Pros-
the house and plan the garden.” pect, and down to Kane. Out in front of
She said wearily, “I can’t think of his cottage, Joe Butler was watering his
anything I’ll ever need less than a day lawn.
in the country. Lord knows there’ll be He looked up as | approached, and
enough of them, after the house is done.” grinned at me. “Such a nice day, and
There was an edge to her voice. There such a sour face. Typewriter stuck?”
was a petulance in her face that made Joe had been on the Police Force a few
me believe it wasn’t only her weariness years. He wrote true detective stories
talking. now. He was a big lug, about my own
I said easily, “Want to sell it? We age, an easy-going gent, and a bachelor.
cculd probably get our money back, and I went into the yard, and sat down on
more.” his front steps. “The typewriter’s okay,”
She regard +d me questioningly. “Do Isaid. “Just had my first marital battle.
you? Vhe-* “a a quality in her voice It’s an unsual experience.”
THE LONG NIGHT
He turned off the hose. “I'll get us a you’re a big boy, now.”
couple cans of beer,” he said. I shook my head. “It wasn’t omy the
He went past me into the house, and things she said, Joe, it was the way she
in a few moments he was back. He hand- said them. Golly, she was so—callous, as
ed me a can of beer, and said, “Nothing though I was some nit-wit she’d been
serious, I hope.” tolerating too long. It’s more than the
“Only that Ruth doesn’t want to live house; it’s her whole attitude.”
in the country. After all the sweating His voice was grave now. “Look,
I’ve done to get that house as far along Greg, you're not going to find many like
as it is, she tells me she’d be bored to Ruth. Don’t blow this thing into a major
death out there.” crisis just because you had your heart
- Joe shook his head. “Women,” he said. wrapped up in that house. She’s been
“Maybe she’s just-fed up with all the de- working hard, remember, and the way
lay.” you’ve been living hasn’t been too satis-
“No. No, she was very definite about factory.”
it. It was my idea all along, and she There wasn’t anything I could tell
didn’t want to say anything before this. him, no way I could explain about the
It’s a hell of a time to speak up, if you sharpness of her voice, the nastiness in
ask me.” it. I said, “I’m not going to call her.
Joe’s eyes were thoughtful. “Well,” Not feeling the way I do now.”
he said, “you won’t lose any money on He looked like he was ready to protest
the place, the way costs are rising.” some more, but he evidently changed his
“You think I should sell it? You think mind.
I should give in?” We talked about markets for a while,
and some cases Joe had sold, about the
E SHRUGGED. “I couldn’t decide next meeting of the club. He said,
that for you, Greg. Isn’t that what “You’re almost ready to try it full time.
you planned?” Why don’t you take the jump?”
“Frankly, yes. That’s what I told “Not with Ruth making seventy-five
Ruth, too. I just wondered if it’s the fish a week,” I answered. “J’d feel like
logical thing to do.” Gigolo George.”
Joe’s smile was wry: “For a married “She could quit,” he said.
man, speaking as a confidant of many “She wouldn’t. She likes nice clothes,
married men, that’s the logical thing to and she wouldn’t get them on my money,
do.” He put a hand on my shoulder. not at first.”
“There’ll be other houses, Greg. And at “Maybe not,” he agreed, “but you
better prices. Now’s the time to salt your can’t go on like this. You’ll wind up in
dough.” the bughouse.” He got up, and went into
“T suppose,” I said. “Only it’s been the house.
my—oh, dream, I suppose. She really When he came back, he had a couple
pats me when I found out how she more cans of beer. We drank those with-
felt.” out much dialogue, watching the traffic
“How’s the writing going?” he asked. move by. I left soon after that.
“Fair enough. And you?” When I got back to the apartment,
“Peddled two this week. That’ll keep Ruth wasn’t there. She’d left a note:
me a couple months.” Greg:
“A writer should be single,” I said. Mr. Allingham had some reports
“Go where he damn pleases, eat beans, that he wanted checked today. I
if he has to, work full time.” probably won’t be home until tonight.
“That’s dangerous talk,” Joe said. She hadn’t bothered to sign it, nor add
“Why don’t you phone Ruth, and tell her the usual “love.” Which meant her mood
to come over? I’ll cook a couple steaks hadn’t changed. Nor had mine. A faint
in the back yard, and you two can bury suspicion grew in me, and I considered
the hatchet.” phoning Allingham to confirm the note.
“Nix,” I said. This was too coincidental. I leave the
“Don’t sulk,” he told me. “It’s bad for house in a peeve and she gets a call from
your artistic temperament. C’mon, the boss.
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I didn’t call him. I settled down with seemed to be in some kind of storeroom,
a bottle of rye and the Sunday paper. By behind the barroom, on a cot. Baldy had
four-o’cock, I’d read the paper right a cold, wet towel on my forehead.
through to the personals, and the rye “What the hell were we fighting
was gone. about?” I asked him.
The apartment was quiet with that “Something deep,” he said. “I think it
blue Sunday quiet. I could just hear the was the United Nations. You were sure
ball game on the radio next door, and stewed.”
the hum of traffic up on Prospect. I sat “T still am,” I told him. “We behind
there feeling sorry for myself, my mind the barroom?”
going back over the four-year separa- He nodded. “Think you can navi-
tion, building up a grievance. gate?”
“T can try,” I said, and sat up slowly.
HE month she hadn’t written. The The ball bearings in my brain rolled
letters I’d had telling of this spot and toward the front of my skull, and I wait-
that she’d visited. All in fun, of course, ed a moment for them to come to rest
these dates, strictly business. The gents there.
who’d phoned, the first week I was home, Then I swung my feet off the cot.
and had quit since. The nights, in the Baldy said, “Let’s go out the back
past year, I’d smelled liquor in the house door. This is a crummy joint, anyway.”
when I came home. He grinned slyly. “Besides, we’ll have to
It was a combination of these memo- pay if we go out through the bar.”
ries and the morning’s disappointment I handed him a ten. “Pay him, first,
and the day’s dullness that worked me and we’ll go out the back. I don’t want
into a stew. Anyway, it was a good ex- tbesays in front to see how bad I must
cuse. ook.”
At five, I went out to eat, and wound Light glimmered in the pale eyes.
up in a bar. At seven, I was in another “You got some more like that, Mac?” he
bar, in a tougher section of town, and asked me.
spoiling for a fight. “A few.”
I found it. '“The night’s a pup,” he said, “unless
I’m not sure of the details, but the guy you don’t feel up to it.”
had a lot of left hand and a flat nose, I “A little fresh air, and I’ll be ready,”
remember. I also remember landing on I assured him. “Go and pay that bar-
the nose, and once on the jaw. The but- tender.”
ton shot was a right hand, and I had my He went through the door, and I got
weight in it. It just bounced off of him. to my feet. My legs were all right. The
Then somebody pulled the floor out buzzing in my head was annoying, but
from under me. my legs were sound, and that’s my ba-
rometer on a binge.
Chapter II Baldy came back with the change, and
we went out past some cases of bottled
HEN I came to, the flat nose was beer, through a narrow door that led
still in my line of vision. There into an alley. I didn’t know Baldy from
were a couple of washed-out blue eyes
a load of hay, and if he wanted my
above it, and above the eyes there was money, this could have been his chance.
a wisp or two of fine hair on an other- He led the way out of the alley.
wise bald head. The air was damp and fresh, and I
filled my lungs with it. My stomach set-
“You want some more, eh?” I said, tled, but my head was still full of mar-
and tried to get up. bles. I could see everything; the memory
He grinned at me, and one big paw of the alley and the street is still vivid.
pinned my shoulder. “Easy, Mac. I used I just couldn’t think.
to do this for a living. You don’t want That’s the way it went the rest of the
to tangle with me.” night. We hit some high spots and some
He was right; I didn’t. I shook my low, and my vision remained clear, my
head gingerly, and looked around. I legs@ound. But my brain wouldn’t mesh.
THE LONG NIGHT 11g
I didn’t know a street or even what gen- dy’s. It was a small, thin face with sharp
eral locality we were in at any time. black eyes.
We were in a cheap rooming house A voice somewhere to the right and
room, toward morning, drinking out of behind the face said, “He coming to,
a bottle. It must have been Baldy’s room. Doc?”
I said, “It won’t work, chum. I can’t get The small face turned away from me.
drunk, no matter how much I drink. I “Right. He smells like a distillery. Prob-
may as well go home.” ably came home in a: drunken rage
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll call you a cab.” and—”
Then he frowned. “Hey, we got any The other voice said, “That’s my de-
money left?” partment, Doc. You’re too fast with
We had twelve cents left, it developed. conclusion.” :
“Don’t give it a thought,” Baldy said. “Which makes it another of this city’s
“T'll take care of everything.” unsolved cases,” the doctor said, and his
About three minutes after that, I was small face went away. And I saw, too,
being transported home in a Chev that then, that Ruth’s body had been taken
was at least twenty years old, and may- away—while I was out.
be more. It was a friend’s car, Baldy ex- The face that replaced the small one
. plained, and the friend was asleep. was a lot bigger, and heavier. It was
We traveled past a tannery, I remem- the cynical, hard face of a detective, I
ber, and a box factory. It was light out felt sure.
now, but there wasn’t much traffic. We “Sergeant Waldorf, out ofHomicide,”
made time in that puddle jumper. he said. “Think you can sit up, all
Then we were in front of my apart- right?”
ment, and Baldy was holding the door I was on the davenport. I sat up slow-
open for me. “Here you are, sir. This ly, my stomach on the feather edge of
Tbe the heaves.
“Check,” I said, and held out my hand. “Your name?”
“It’s been a fine evening. I’ll see you “Gregory Justice,” I said. “I live
again, chum.” here. The woman on the floor was my
“Sure, I’ll be seeing you around,” he wife.”
agreed. “Don’t lead with your chin, next “What'd you hit her with?”
time.” I just stared at him, while the blood
A wave, and he was clattering off pounded through my brain.
down the street. He returned the stare, neither concern
nor malice on his face. “Don’t you want
Or flight up. There’s an elevator, to talk?”
self service, but that was too com- “I came home, and found her like
plicated for me now. I went up the that,” I said. “I’d been drinking all
stairs slowly, and down the hall to my night, and when I saw her, I passed out.”
apartment. The sergeant’s eyes covered my face,
I thought I heard a footstep inside the and then he looked over toward the spot
apartment, and I had visions of Ruth where Ruth had lain. “You were wear-
waiting up for me. I opened the door ing a hat?”
slowly, and threw in my hat. I nodded. “I—thought I heard her
No response, and I pushed the door moving around in here, so I threw my
open all the way. hat in first, just a gag. I—was drunk.”
My hat was in the center of the living mou thought your wife was waiting
up 2
room rug. Slightly to the right of it,
Ruth was lying, face up. “That’s right.” I fought off another
There was blood all over her face, and attack of nausea, and felt the surge of
the upper half of her forehead was one I knew I couldn’t fight. I got up, and
crushed, and thick with blood. headed for the bathroom.
For the second time that night, I When I came back into the living
passed out. room, Sergeant Waldorf was still sitting
When I came to, there was a face look- on the davenport. The little doctor was
ing into mine again, but it wasn’t Bal- standing in front of him. talking to him.
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I heard the doctor say, “About foun shave. After that, some coffee. The
hours, though it’s hard to be sure yet. apartment was quiet, too damned quiet.
Pll know more, later.” I went to the window, and saw the de-
The sergeant looked at his watch. “It’s partment car parked across the street.
after five, now. Let’s call it around one, That’s why Waldorf hadn’t run me in,
until we can be sure.” last night. This-had been as safe as jail.
The doctor left, and Waldorf indicated Allingham. I wondered if Waldorf
the space next to him on the davenport. had checked him by now, if he’d learned
I sat down. what time Ruth had left Allingham. And
“What time did you get home?” where had they checked the reports? At
“I don’t know. It was light out.” home or the office? If she’d gone to see
“This morning, you mean?” him.
“That’s right. It’s been light for only I sat around for an hour staring at
an hour, or so. I couldn’t have been out nothing and thinking of everything,
for long.” I took a deep breath. “Ser- while the shakes came back. Lord, this
geant, I suppose you have to question place was quiet.
me. But couldn’t it wait? It’s been a— I heard the noon whistles, and the in-
rough night.” creased hum of traffic up on Prospect.
He looked down at his hands. “You'll At twelve-thirty, I phoned Joe Butler.
have to understand, Justice, that in a I asked him, “Have you heard what hap-
mur—in a case of this kind personal pened ?”
feelings can’t interfere. I’m not going to “T have. I’m—shocked, Greg. Wal-
take any more of your time than is abso- dorf was here, a couple hours ago, and
lutely necessary.” he told me about it.”
“He’s checking my story.”
MMHE questioning went on, and I an- “That’s right. He’s a hard worker,
swered as well as I could. The first Greg. I don’t think he ever sleeps.”
shock of seeing Ruth, there on the floor, “He figures me, doesn’t he? Did he—
the amount of alcohol I’d consumed had tell you anything?”
dulled the impact. But as the time grew “He doesn’t tell anybody anything. I
longer, the fact of her death began to get don’t know who he figures, Greg, but he
through to me. can’t overlook any angles.” A silence,
I was a trembling, raw-nerved wreck and then, “I want to see you later. I'll
before Waldorf was through. I couldn’t let you know when it’s time.”
blame him much for hammering at me. I tried to eat something after that,
I hadn’t remembered a single bar nor but couldn’t. There was no grief in me.
street to name, and I knew my com- There was a great shame because of the
panion only as Baldy, which was my lack of grief. I tried to tell myself I was
title for him. still under shock, but that was just ra-
I expected the sergeant to run me in, tionalizing. .
but he didn’t. When he left, he said, “Get We’d grown too far apart, Ruth and I,
some sleep. I’ll phone, when I want you through the long nights. We’d had only
down at Headquarters. If you’ve got a the one common interest, really, and
lawyer, it might be in your interest to that was the house. She’d destroyed that
give him a call.” bond with her scorn, yesterday morning.
I didn’t take off my clothes. I made At two, Waldorf came. His face was
the bedroom, and flopped across the bed, gray with fatigue, his voice was flatly
fighting my jittery nerves. f weary. “You’ve made arrangements for
There was no sense of loss, not yet. the funeral?”
Maybe it was the alcohol; I like to think “No. I—I haven’t been—”
it was. A man should miss his wife. He didn’t help out with any sign that
I didn’t expect to sleep, but I did. It he understood. He just waited.
was a sleep full of dreams, and in one “The shock,” I said.
of the dreams, I was standing on a plat- “And maybe the alcohol.”
form addressing a crowd, and I was I didn’t say anything.
saying, “A writer should be single—” “T’ve checked with Mr. Allingham,”
At eleven, I got up tc take a shower, to he went on. “Your wife left his house at
THE LONG NIGHT 117
five-thirty. His chauffeur drove her to thing else. So if it wasn’t a boy friend,
the bus terminal at that time.” we come back to where we started.”
He got up, went over to stand near “To me.”
one of the windows. “Your memory any “To you.”
better now?” He was looking out the :
“Well, run me in then,” I said. “I’ve
window. told you all I’m able to tell you. There
NOs
isn’t another damned thing I can do for
you.”
HE TURNED to face me. “A guy you Waldorf studied me for seconds. “Yes,
call Baldy, who used to be a fighter, you can,” he said then. “You can help
whose friend has an old Chev, who lives me. If you’re innocent, Justice, you can
on a route from here that passes a tan- help me find the person who was respon-
nery and a box factory. That’s your sible for what happened.”
alibi, and that alone. This is one hell of “How oe
a big town, Justice. You’d better search “By giving me all the background of
your mind.” your wife’s life. By telling me what kind
“Alibi?” I said. “I need an alibi?” of a crowd she was hanging around with
He nodded. while you were in the Service. I want
“For what time, Sergeant?” some names.”
“Eleven to eleven-thirty, last night.” “T haven’t any,” I said. “She’d men-
“I was drinking. That much Ill guar- tion a name in her letters from time to
antee you. I was with this—fighter. I time, but rarely. I didn’t keep the let-
couldn’t tell you where.” ters.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. Again, he studied me. And this time
Finally he said, “You don’t seem near as he shook his head. “I can’t think of a
broken up about this as you ought to be, reason in the world why | should believe
Justice. You and your wife getting along you. But I do—almost.” He rose.
all right, were you?” 5 “Okay, try to remember what you can.
T paused, then said, “Up until yester- Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be back.”
day morning. We—well, we didn’t quar- I walked with him to the door. There
rel. But I wasn’t in a good mood when he told me, “And you’d better make some
I left the apartment.” arrangements for the funeral.”
“What'd you quarrel about?” He left me, and I went to the phone in
“Tt wasn’t a quarrel,” I said. “It was the hall. In the classified section, I found
just her attitude about this house we’re a funeral director. I phoned, explained,
having built, out in Elm Grove. I thought and hung up.
she was all for it, but yesterday morning She had no parents, and I had none.
She told me living out there would be too Her friends weren’t my friends; my
boring for her.” friends scarcely knew her. I went
“Life in town here wasn’t boring for through it all like a man planning a for-
her, eh?” mal dinner, knowing this was no way to
T looked up quickly at the tone in his feel, shame deep within me, but no grief.
voice. “I don’t get you, Sergeant.” It will come, I thought. I don’t realize
“She had a lot of—friends in town, what’s happened yet. I’ll miss her, be-
didn’t she?” fore many days have passed.
“Not many, not that I know of.” |
paused. “What’s on your mind, Ser-
geant?”
Chapter III
“A murder.” His gaze met mine. “She r WAS three o’clock
lived here most of her life, didn’t she?” now, and [
phoned the shop to tell them I
“The last twelve years.” wouldn’t
“Must have a former boy friend or be coming in for a few days.
| phoned to tell them that, but when I
two around.” had the boss on the wire, I said, “I won’t
I didn’t say anything. be back at all any more, Chet.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “But I’m quit-
ting.”
it wasn’t robbery, and she was wearing A silence. Then he said, “I read the
a full one-carat diamond. It wasn’t any- papers, Greg. We’re all damned sorrv.
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If there’s anything any of the boys can His eyes sti)! held mine. “A guy named
do, just let us know.” Tony Poleyn,” he said then. “I’m not
“Thanks, Chet,” I said. “I guess saying there was anything wrong, but
there’s nothing anybody can do.” Ruth spent a lot of time with him. May-
I hung up, and went over to look out be she was only working with him. Tony
the window. Today, I’d planned on phon- was doing all right, during the war. Ny-
ing the realtor, to sell the house. But I lons and sugar stamps and tires. Just
wouldn’t need to sell it now. I wouldn’t an angle shooter.”
be going to work tonight. A writer “Ruth was working with him on stuff
should be single. like that?”
Rotten thoughts, these. I forced my He nodded.
mind back to the prewar years, to the “She should have made some money.-
year I’d gone with her, and the year of Of course, she spent a lot. Clothes, and
our marriage before the war, to the jewelry—”
dances and the shows, to the nights Joe nodded again. “I—told Waldorf
alone, before the lonely nights. about this Poleyn.”
Ruth, beautiful, delicate, moody, ex- “That’s all right,” I said. “I remem-
pensive, ambitious. Warm enough for ber her mentioning him a couple times.
all that. Ruth, now cold and dead. But she said, I think, that he was a
The quiet of the place seemed to be friend of Allingham’s.”
piling up, like water behind a dam, “He is,” Joe told me. “I don’t think
ready to burst through. The trembling Allingham was mixed up in that stuff,
started again in my hands, and I lighted though. He’s a pretty solid citizen,
a cigarette. Greg.”
It was warm out, a humid, breezeless That he was. One of the town’s lead-
day. It was summer, and the grove be- ing philanthropists, and a civic-minded
hind the house in the country would be character. But that wouldn’t mean he
softly, coolly green, the oak in the front didn’t appreciate a fast dollar.
yard would be shading the door and most “I’m going to check those gents,” I
of the front lawn. It would be quiet up said. “I want to know about those
there, too, but a different kind of quiet. years.”
There was plastering to be done up “T’ll do what I can,” Joe said. “I’ll go
there, and painting, some plumbing still along with you, if you wish, Greg.” He
unfinished. After the funeral I could go paused. “Especially if you go up against
live in one of the rooms. that Poleyn. He thinks he’s pretty
But I knew I wouldn’t. I knew I’d rough.”
stay in town until Ruth’s murderer was “T’ll let you know,” I said. “I want to
discovered or until annvehendine him see Allingham, first.”
seemed hopeless. I’d be doing what Wal- “All right.” He rose, and looked at me
dorf wanted me to do. doubtfully. “I’m sorry I had to be the
About four-thirty, Joe came over. His one to tell you this. I never would have
face was grave. There seemed to be an if—” He shrugged.
embarrassed tension in his manner.
“Anything I can do, Greg?” he asked ie WAS nearly five now, and I phoned
me. the Alcuna Corporation, and was
I thought for a moment, and said, told that Mr. Allingham had already left
“You can. You can tell me what you for home. He lived out in River Hills, I
know about Ruth’s friends, if anything. knew, so I decided to take the car.
You were here, during the war. You It was a new car. and Ruth had fina-
must have seen her around, from time gled it, somehow. I realized, now, that
to time.” it hadn’t been just luck.
His apparent embarrassment in- The garage was an oven, and the car
creased. “I—didn’t think it was any of no better. Once I got on the outer drive,
my business, Greg.” though, the breeze from the lake was
He was looking at me steadily, and cooling. I took my time on the trip, plan-
there was no mistaking his meaning ning my words, trying to remember all
“Lean take it,” I said. that Ruth had told me about Allingham
THE LONG NIGHT
fn her letters, and since. Mrs. Allingham was showing a lot of
Alcuna had boomed, during the war. interest in her drink. “It’s—about what
They worked in magnesium and alumi- happened? That’s why you came to see
num. I understood from Ruth that they my husband?”
hadn’t fared so badly since the war, I nodded. “I thought he might know
either. Steel was hard to get, but alumi- something he—wouldn’t reveal to the
num was plentiful, and they’d gone into police.”
fields where steel had formerly been She glanced at me sharply. “I’m sure
ing. he doesn’t. Are you suggesting there
The Allingham house was new, a was something in their relationship be-
ranch type structure of whitewashed sides business ?”
brick, huge and informal. A middle- “Not at all,” I answered. “I came to
aged maid answered the door. see your husband about another man. I
“My name,” I told her, “is Gregory wanted some information on a man
Justice. I’d like to see Mr. Allingham.” named Tony Polcyn.”
“Mr. Allingham is not at home,” she She froze, staring at me stupidly.
said. “If you'll wait, sir, I will find out “Tony? What possible connection could
when he is expected.” he have with—” She broke off. “I
When she returned, she said, “Will wouldn’t talk about Tony Polcyn to my
you come in, sir? Mr. Allingham is ex- husband, Mr. Justice. It’s a taboo sub-
pected home shortly.” ject around here.”
I followed her into a huge living room, “T thought he was a friend of your
two walls of which were almost entirely husband’s.”
window. A third wall was dominated by Her chin lifted. “No,” she said quiet-
a low, impressively wide fireplace. The ly, “Tony is a friend of mine.”
svelte brunette mixing a drink at a Defiance in her stare, defiance and
liquor cabinet near the fourth wall confession. I said nothing.
would be considered the room’s point of Something else in her eyes, now, a
interest, though. pleading. “Please, Mr. Justice, nothing
She was definitely under thirty, and I about Tony to my husband.”
was surprised when she said, “I’m Mrs. I heard footsteps on the tile of the en-
Allingham, Mr. Justice. Can I offer you trance hall now and Mrs. Allingham
a drink?” turned that way.
The memory of the morning’s nausea
was too fresh. “No, thank you,” I said. HE man who stood in the entrance to
“T was told, at the company, that Mr. the living room was a fairly thin
Allingham had left for home, or I man, and tall; about fifty. I don’t know
wouldn’t have bothered him here.” why I should have expected somethin
“It’s no bother,” she said. “Won’t you different, but I had. This gent was ne
sit down, Mr. Justice?” most too handsome, despite his years.
. I sat in an armless chartreuse chair “My husband, Mr. Justice,” Mrs. Al-
pale she finished mixing a whisky and lingham said. And to him, “Mr. Justice
soda. wanted to talk to you, Roger.”
When she’d finished, she came over to Then, as I rose, she glanced at me ab-
sit on a circular sofa, nearby. She said, jectly. She feared this man’s wrath, it
“You were Ruth’s husband, Mr. Jus- was plain.
tice?” Well, what was she to me? Just an-
I nodded. other erring wife, as they say. But I
Her dark eyes were quite candidly said, “I wanted to check the time my
searching my face. “I can’t seem to be- wife left here. I thought there might be
lieve what’s happened. She was so cheer- something else you’d be able to tell me.”
ful when she left here, yesterday.” She I glanced at her, and there was grati-
sipped her drink. “It’s been a terrible tude in her eyes.
shock to both of us.” Roger Allingham’s voice was soft,
She sounded like a woman trying to pleasant. “There’s nothing I haven’t al-
make a point, but I didn’t get it. I ready told the police, Mr. Justice. Be-
couldn’t think of anything to say. lieve me, if there was anything I could
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No matter who was involved.” Then I ate, and for the first time that
I saw Mrs. Allingham stiffen. day I read the paper.
I asked. “Ruth left here around five- There was a picture of Ruth on the up-
thirty ?” ; per half of the front page. There was a
He nodded. “Exactly. She usually picture of me in uniform some reporter
works until five, you know, and she re- must have stolen.
marked that she’d put in a half hour of ae - story under the pictures was head-
overtime, and it was too bad she wasn’t ined:
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I looked over at Mrs. Allingham and IN MYSTERY SLAYING
back at him. I said, “I’ll be getting along
then. I had hoped there’d be something, I hadn’t until now, but that was news-
some lead—” paper license, supposed. The story
His face was troubled. “I’m sorry I went on to tell about my intoxicated
couldn’t help. This has been a terrible condition, and Baldy’s. An adjective was
shock to me, too, you understand. Ruth used every time Ruth’s name was men-
was like a daughter to me.” tioned—winsome, blonde, lovely, young.
Nobody over fifteen would be like a They were really milking the beauty
daughter to him. I said good-by to them angle.
both, and left. Allingham, who was Ruth’s employer,
I drove down the long gravel drive to was mentioned as a prominent philan-
the highway and turned south, toward thropist and civic leader, his wife as a
town. All fine homes along here, our charming member of the North Shore
Gold Coast. But if what I’d just seen oe colony. Polcyn wasn’t mentioned
was typical, even money couldn’t buy at all.
fidelity.
I should have mentioned Polcyn to Chapter IV
him. It’s all right to be a gentleman, but
I had a hunch I’d been a sucker. I could UTSIDE, it was dusk. In the res-
go back to town and look up Tony Pol- taurant were only a few customers..
cyn, and get it from his angle. It would Loneliness crept into me and grew and
have been better, though, to get the re- grew. My hands started to shake again.
lationship from Allingham’s angle. His I wanted to leave, but I forced myself
wife could have been lying. Perhaps he to finish the meal, to drink two cups of
really was a friend of her husband’s, coffee and smoke a cigarette.
and she’d been covering. When I left, I was under control] phys-
When I got back to town, I drove over ically, but the loneliness was as distress-
toward the South Side. That was the ing as ever.
main manufacturing section. Perhaps if I drove over to Polcyn’s apartment.
I saw that box factory again, or the tan- There was a car parked in front of the
nery, I’d remember the route to Baldy’s. building, an Olds convertible that I knew
I found the tannery on Vine, and trav- I’d seen somewhere that day. It was a
eled south on Vine, looking for the box yellow job, with a black canvas top and
factory. Eight. blocks down, I found it. white-wall tires.
I continued on Vine. I had rung Polcyn’s bell when I real-
Nothing came back to me; it was like ized where I’d seen the Olds before to-
a foreign country. I spent the next hour day. It had been parked near the garage
eruising the South Side and didn’t rec- at the Allingham home.
ognize a single building besides those The door buzzed almost immediately,
two. and I went up a wide, carpeted stairs to
It was nearly seven-thirty when I the second floor. A man stood in an open
headed for a restaurant. From there, I doorway at the end of the hall up here,
looked up Polcyn in the telephone direc- waiting for me. He was wearing a dress-
tory. There was only one, an Anthony ing gown.
Poleyn with an East Side address for his He wasn’t too tall, but he was husky
residence, and a downtown address for enough, broad across the shoulders, and
THE LONG NIGHT 12?
heavy through the chest. His face was Mrs. Allingham broke in then. “Re-
squarish, chiseled, ruggedly handsome. lax, Tony. Don’t flex your muscles. Mr.
His eyes were a hard black. Justice thought you were a friend of
“Tony Polcyn?” I asked. Roger’s.”
He nodded, his eyes never leaving my Her smile was ironic.
face. “You were a friend of Ruth’s, too,
“My name’s Justice,” I said. “Gregory weren’t you?” I asked. “Is there any
Justice.” reason I shouldn’t be looking for you?”
“Oh,” he said, and his chin lifted a “T did some business with your wife.
little. “Come in, Justice.” Not recently, however. I haven’t even
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attempted to take his prints, they discovered that he had burned the friction
ridges from the tips of his fingers with an acid.
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However, the fingerprint experts at the Yard soon solved that problem.
Skinning the flesh from the tips of the dead man’s fingers, they photo-
graphed the friction ridges from underneath the acid-burned skin. All they
had to do then was reverse the photo and check their files.
Their efforts paid off, too! The man who had sought death and anonymity
was found to have had a long record of convictions for fraud. He was dead,
all right, but no longer unknown.
eft.
It was dark out, the moon obscured “I’m not in the clear. But you could
by clouds, a slight, humid breeze blow- put me there.”
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day and there was no place to go but lip. “I meant to stay away.” He flushed.
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