I stood up and put my hands up. He came in cautiously.
'Well, well, a sex-maniac, huh? I always thought you were a screw.'
A uniform cop came in supporting Serena, who collapsed into a chair. Her scratches were bleeding now, and blood ran over her white brassiere and on to her dress. She looked the part all right.
'Holy cow!' MacGraw gasped. 'It's Mrs. Dedrick! Here you, put the cuffs on that punk.'
The cop came over and snapped handcuffs on my wrist. He gave me a light punch on the chest.
'It's going to be an awful long time before you see another woman, Bud,' he said in an undertone.
MacGraw was fussing over Serena. She was crying and trembling. He got her a drink and stood over her, his heavy face red and embarrassed, and every so often he kept muttering. 'Holy cow!' and scratched his jaw.
'Give me my wrap,' she said suddenly. 'I'm all right now. I came here to talk to him about my husband. Without warning he - he flew at me like an animal.'
'No animal would fly at you, baby,' I said gently. ‘You'd be surprised how fussy animals are.'
MacGraw spun round and hit me across the mouth with the back of his hand.
'Wait till I get you to the station,' he snarled. I've been waiting years just for this moment.'
'Enjoy yourself,' I said. 'It's not going to last long.'
'Do you feel like coming down to Headquarters, ma'am?' MacGraw asked. 'You needn't if you don't feel like it.'
'Of course. I wish to see Captain Brandon. This man must be taught a lesson.'
'He will,' MacGraw said and showed his teeth. 'Well, if you're ready, ma'am, we'll go.'
The cop grabbed me by the arm and shoved me to the door.
'Bend your nightstick over his skull if he tries anything funny,' MacGraw said.
The cop and I got in the back of the police car; Serena and MacGraw got in the front.
Paula's small convertible flashed past us as we turned the bead into Orchid Boulevard.
chapter twenty-six
Mifflin was going off duty as we all tramped into the charge-room. He had his hat and coat on, and was leaning up against the desk, giving the sergeant in charge his final instructions.
When he saw the handcuffs on my wrists, his eyes grew round. He looked from me to MacGraw.
'What's buzzing?' he demanded. 'What have you got this guy here for?'
MacGraw puffed himself out with righteous indignation.
'Charge of rape, Lieutenant,' he said. 'This rat assaulted Mrs. Dedrick. I got there just in time.'
Mifflin's face was a study. His eyes grew to the size of doorknobs.
'Is that right, ma'am?' he said, gaping at Serena. 'You're charging Malloy?'
'Yes,' she said curtly. 'Where is Captain Brandon?'
'He's off duty tonight,' Mifflin said, and there was a note of relief in his voice. 'Get Mrs. Dedrick a chair.'
As she sat down, she let her wrap fall open and both Mifflin and the desk sergeant had a view of the damage. Mifflin sucked in his breath and looked at me in reproachful horror.
'Did you do that?' he demanded.
I said, ‘I didn't do that.’
MacGraw swung his fist at me, but Mifflin, moving much faster than I expected a man of his size to move, shoved MacGraw away, sending him reeling.
'Cut it out!' he said sharply. 'What do you think you're doing?'
MacGraw snarled at me.
'I want to get this rat downstairs.'
'Shut up!' Mifflin said. He turned to Serena. 'What happened?'
'I went to talk to him about finding my husband,' Serena told him, her voice level and hard. 'I hadn't been in his place more than five minutes, when he suddenly caught hold of me. There was a struggle. I managed to get to the phone and call for help. Then he tore my dress and scratched me. Fortunately the officer arrived as he was overpowering me.'
Mifflin pushed his hat to the back of his head and mopped his forehead with his handkerchief. He looked stricken.
'Don't get worked up,' I said smoothly. 'She's lying. I suggest we go somewhere private. She, you and me. This isn't anything she'll want the Press to get hold of.'
'I want the Press in here!' Serena said. 'I intend to ruin him. I want the widest publicity possible. He's to be charged and imprisoned and forced out of business!'
Paula came in at this moment, carrying a leather-bound box She was breathing quickly, and for the first time in her life she looked disheveled. Her hair was all over the place, the light overcoat she was wearing was wrongly buttoned up, and the legs of her trousers looked like twin concertinas.
'I couldn't get Francon,' she said, trying to get her breath. 'He wasn't in. They haven't charged you yet?'
MacGraw caught hold of her arm.
'You've no right in here. Get out!'
'Lay off!' Mifflin said. 'What do you want?' he went on to Paula as MacGraw reluctantly released her.
Paula put the box on a nearby table, opened it to reveal the small gramophone on which was a record.
'You may remember, Mrs. Dedrick,' I said quietly, 'that just before we had our interesting conversation I turned down a switch, telling you it was a telephone extension switch. Actually it set a recording machine into motion. When I entertain wealthy women alone and at night, I take care they don't bring an assault charge against me.'
Serena looked as if she could kill me.
'He's lying!' she said. 'Charge him! What are you waiting for.'
'Go ahead and play it,' I said to Paula.
Paula set the turn-table spinning and lowered the needle on the record.
Everyone was transfixed when my voice came out of the box with a clearness that was almost painful.
When Serena's voice said: ‘You can name your price,’ she started out of her chair and made a dart at the gramophone but Paula blocked her off.
'Stop it!' Serena cried. 'I don't want to hear any more! Stop it!’
I nodded to Paula, who lifted the needle.
'Better let it run through, Mrs. Dedrick,' Mifflin said gently. 'Or are you withdrawing the charge?'
She drew herself up. She made quite a regal figure. For a couple of seconds she stared right at me, her eyes glittering dangerously, then she walked to the door, opened it and went out, leaving the door open.
No one moved or said anything until her footfalls died away down the stone passage.
'Take the cuffs off,' Mifflin said shortly.
MacGraw took them off, looking like a tiger who had lost its dinner.
'Well, you certainly know how to take care of yourself,' Mifflin said with unconcealed admiration. 'That was quite a jam you were in.'
'Yeah,' I said, massaging my wrists. 'Let's go to your office. I want to talk to you.' I looked over to Paula, who was closing the lid of the gramophone. 'Nice, quick work. What did I do? Got you out of bed?’
'You got me out of a bath,' Paula said. 'If you're not going to get into any more trouble, I'd like to go back to it.'
'Go ahead, and thanks, Paula. You saved me from the tigers,' and I gave MacGraw a grin.
He walked out of the room, the back of his neck purple.
When Paula had gone, and Mifflin and I were seated in his overheated office, I said, 'If this case breaks the way I think it could break, there's going to be an awful stink in the Press, Tim.'
Mifflin groped hopelessly in his pocket for a cigarette, found none and raised eyebrows at me.
'Gimme a butt. What do you mean - stink?'
I gave him a cigarette, lit one for myself.
The chances are Marshland's behind the kidnapping: Dedrick's a reefer smuggler, working in with Barratt. He looks after the Paris end of the business. It's my bet Marshland found out about him and hired someone to get him out of the way. That's why Mrs. Dedrick wanted to buy me off.'
Mifflin looked startled. 'Then where the hell's Dedrick?'
'That's what I want to know. I have an idea Barratt could tell us. There's a new character on the scene who knows as mu
ch about it as Barratt: a tall broad-shouldered fella who wears a fawn suit and a white felt hat'
'We're looking for him. So it was you who phoned in that tip?'
'Yeah; I had a job to do, otherwise I would have hung around. Did you get the clue in the refuse bin?'
'He stayed the night there, huh?'
'Must have done.'
'Well, we're looking for him. What makes you think Marshland's hooked up with the kidnapping?'
I told him what I had found out at the Beach Hotel.
'According to Mrs. Dedrick, he's skipped to Europe, but I don't believe it.'
'Maybe I'd better go up there and see if I can talk to him,' Mifflin said.
'Look, will you hold back until tomorrow afternoon? Suppose you got evidence that Barrett's a reefer smuggler. Think you could make him talk?'
Mifflin smiled grimly.
'We could try.'
'Know where I can get some reefers: about a couple of hundred of them?'
'The Narcotic Squad would have some. Why?'
'Let's have them. Barratt's not the only one who can plant evidence. You'll get a tip some time tomorrow where you'll find two hundred reefers in his room. You take him in, and bounce him around. He doesn't look as if he'd stand a great deal of toughing up. I think he'll squeal.'
Mifflin's eyes widened.
'I can't do that! If Brandon found out...'
'Who's going to tell him?'
He stared at me, scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully, shook his head.
'I don't like it, Vic.'
'Nor do I, but there's no other way to swing it. Let's have the stuff.'
'Well, all right. We're going to look pretty wet if he doesn't talk.'
'That's up to you. Turn MacGraw loose on him. He's feeling frustrated he didn't get his hands on me.'
Mifflin went out of the room. He was away for about twenty minutes. He came back with a small wooden box.
'I had to tell the Narcotic Chief why I wanted these. He's been wanting to get his hands on Barratt for months. He welcomes the idea.' Mifflin looked shocked 'Some cops just haven't any ethics.'
I took the box and stood up.
'Nor have I when I deal with a rat like Barratt.'
'Watch out, Vic. I didn't like the look that Dedrick woman gave you.'
'Nor did I. How's Perelli?'
'He's all right, Francon saw him this morning. You don't have to worry about him; anyway, just yet.'
'Any chance of seeing him?'
'Not a chance. Brandon's put a special guard on him. No one except Francon can go near him.'
'When you get your hands on Barratt, make him talk, Tim. I have a hunch he can blow the lid right off this case.'
'I'll get it out of him if he knows anything,' Mifflin promised.
I collected the gramophone from the charge-room, went into the street to call a taxi.
The time was ten minutes to eleven.
It had been quite a day.
chapter twenty-seven
The next morning, I was kept busy with the routine work of the office until lunch-time. I missed Kerman, as there were many little jobs that had to be done, and which, now he was in Paris, I had to do myself. But by one o'clock I was through, and could give my attention once more to the Dedrick kidnapping.
'I'm going along to Barratt's place this afternoon,' I told Paula while we were eating a quick snack in the office. 'I have a little present I want to plant on him.'
I told her what I had cooked up with Mifflin.
'Once we get Barratt alone, and on a charge, we might be able to soften him. Tim thinks he can, anyway.'
Paula didn't approve of the idea, but then she never approved of anything that wasn't strictly dealt off the top of the deck.
'What do you plan to do - wait until he's out?' she asked.
'That's the idea. It'll cost money, but then I'm getting hardened to spending money. I'll bribe Maxie to give me the passkey.'
'Be careful, Vic.'
I grinned at her.
'You're always telling me to be careful. What's the matter with you these days? You didn't talk like that two years ago.'
She gave me a quick, worried smile.
'I suppose I know you better. I wish you'd stick to our usual business, Vic, and cut out these dangerous jobs.'
'I'm not doing this for fun. If Perelli hadn't saved my skin, nothing would persuade me to stick my oar in this. He's not much of a guy to take risks for but he took a risk for me. Barratt might easily have knifed me. I guess I have to go on until I square the score.'
It was half past one when I parked outside the apartment house in Jefferson Avenue.
Maxie was lolling against the counter of the reception desk as I walked across the lobby. There was no girl at the switchboard. The telephone harness was on the counter where he could reach it
'Want some money?' I said briskly. 'I have some for you if you're going to be co-operative.’
He eyed me suspiciously.
‘I never refuse money. What do you want?'
'Your passkey.'
If I had let off a shotgun he wouldn't have been more startled.
'My-what?'
'Passkey, and make it snappy. It's worth fifty dollars, cash on the nail.'
The small eyes blinked.
'Fifty bucks?' he said wistfully.
I spread five tens on the counter. If this spending jag kept up, I'd be ruined in a few more days.
He eyed the notes, licked his lips, scratched the side of his nose.
'I could get slung out,' he said, lowering his voice. 'I can't do it.'
I laid two more fives on the counter, bent over them and breathed on them gently.
'That's the limit,' I said, and smiled at him. 'Your passkey for ten minutes.'
'Where do you want to go?'
'Barratt's room. Is he out?'
The small eyes grew round.
'Yeah; he went out about an hour ago.'
'What are you worrying about, then? It's not as if he's a friend of yours.'
'I'd lose my job,' he said thickly. 'Sixty bucks wouldn't keep me off the bread line for more than a week. It ain't worth it.'
'Well, all right, if that's how you feel about it' I pushed the bills into a neat pile, folded them and put them in my hip pocket. I wouldn't want you to have a sleepless night.'
'Now, wait a minute,' he said, tilting his bowler hat to the back of his head and wiping a shiny forehead with his sleeve. 'I ain't fussy how I sleep. Make it another ten, and it's yours.'
'Sixty's my top. Take it or leave it'
He struggled with his conscience, groaned, nodded his head.
'The key's hanging by the switchboard. Gimme the dough.'
I slid him the sixty and he hurriedly stuffed the notes into his pocket.
'Sure Barrett's out?' I asked.
'Yeah; I saw him go. No one's up there.' He looked furtively around the lobby. 'I'm going to draw myself a can of beer. Make it snappy, and for Gawd's sake don't let anyone see you go in.'
I gave him a second or so to get out of sight, then leaned over the counter and unhooked the key from behind the switchboard.
The elevator took me up to the fourth floor. I walked along the corridor to apartment 4B15. In the apartment opposite someone was playing the radio. Somewhere down the passage a woman laughed shrilly. I pressed my ear to the door panel of 4B15, but heard nothing. I rapped, listened, waited, but nothing happened. I looked to right and left. No one was watching me. Silently I slipped the passkey into the lock, turned it gently and pushed open the door.
The man in the fawn suit was sitting in an armchair facing me. He held a .45 in his lap, the barrel pointing at my chest. He gave me a thin, cold smile.
'Come in,' he said. 'I thought it might be you.'
The moment I heard that deep baritone voice I knew who he was, and couldn't understand why I hadn't known it before.
'Hello, Dedrick,' I said, stepped inside the room and closed the doo
r.
chapter twenty-eight
Don't make any sudden moves, Malloy,' the man in the fawn suit said and lifted the gun. 'No one on this floor would bother about the sound of a gun, and I'm in the mood to make a mess of you. Sit down.' He waved his other hand to an armchair, facing his on the other side of the fireplace.
He couldn't have missed me at that range, and I had an idea he wasn't bluffing so I sat down.
'You're quite a puncher,' he went on, and his hand touched the back of his neck tenderly. I'll have a stiff neck for weeks, damn you!' His hard, black eyes roamed over my face. 'Bit of luck, you walking in like this. We'd made up our mind to get rid of you as soon as we could. You're getting a nuisance.'
'Oh, I don't know,' I said. 'The trouble is I'm full of theories and have no proof. Does Serena know you're here?'
He shook his head and grinned
'No; she hasn't an idea. Make yourself at home. There're cigarettes by your elbow. We have a little time to kill before anything can happen. Barratt'll want to talk to you. Don't try anything funny unless you're tired of life, will you?'
I lit a cigarette while he watched me, his finger curled round the trigger of the .45, its barrel continuing to point at my face.
'Be careful with that gun,' I said. It looks very dangerous from this end.'
He laughed.
'You don't have to worry. It'll only go off if you don't behave yourself.' He stubbed out the cigarette he was smoking, reached for another and lit it I sat still while he did so. The expression in the hard black eyes told me he would shoot if he had to.
'If I'd known you were going to be so damned interfering, I wouldn't have called you in the first place,' he went on. 'I thought it was smart at the time. I acted that little scene well on the phone, didn't I? And the untouched whisky, and the burning cigarette were nice touches, too.'
'Yeah, very pretty,' I said. 'But did you have to shoot Souki?'
'Oh, yes.' He frowned, as if he didn't like being reminded of Souki. 'He asked for trouble, and he got it'
'And was it you who framed Perelli?' I asked.
'That was Barrett's effort. It has a way of settling debts. Perelli had it coming to him, anyway. It was a bright idea. At one time the heat was getting top fierce, but now they have Perelli in a cell, everything is fine and dandy.'
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