If ever I had a desire to be surrounded by beauty I would have found it there. Beauty was commonplace. It was professional. Beauty was there under a lot of make-up and too much skin showing. Beauty was there in models who showed off what they liked to advertise best. It was like looking into the dressing room of the Follies. There was so much of it you tried to see it all once and lost out with your hurry.
It was incredible as hell.
I shook my head. Connie smiled, “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
That was an understatement. “What’s the pitch?”
“I told you, Mike. It’s a fad. It caught on and spread like the pox. Pretty soon it’ll get around, the place will be jammed and jumpin’, then the whole deal will get boring.”
“So they’ll move on to something else.”
“Exactly. Right now it’s almost a club. They’re fawned over and fought over. They make a big splash. Wait till it all catches up with them.”
“And all this in the Bowery. Right in the middle of the Bowery! Pat would give his right arm for a peep at this. Maybe I’ll let him give me a left arm too.”
I stopped and peered around again. Beauty. It was starting to get flat now. There were too many big bellies and bald heads in the way They spoiled the picture. I spotted Homer and Andrew in the crowd having a big time at the crap table. Evidently Homer was winning because his babe was stuffing the chips he handed her into a bag that wouldn’t take too many. The ones she had left over got tied up in her handkerchief.
We made a complete tour of the place before picking out a leather-covered corner spot to watch the shindig and drink at the same time. A waiter in a cowboy outfit brought us highballs and crackers and said it was on the house. As soon as he left Connie asked, “What do you think, Mike?”
“I don’t know, sugar. I’m wondering if my pal would have gone for this.”
“Wasn’t he like the rest?”
“You mean, was he a man?”
“Sort of.”
“Hell, he probably would. What guy wouldn’t take in a hot spot with a babe. He’s alone in the city, no chaperon and bored stiff. His work is done for the day and he needs a little relaxation. We’ll leave it at that. If he did get persuaded to come it didn’t take much persuasion.”
I lit a cigarette and picked up my drink. I had a long swallow and was following it with a drag on the butt when the crowd split apart for a second to let a waiter through and I had a clear view of the bar.
Juno was sitting there laughing at something Anton Lipsek just said.
The ice started to rattle against my glass and I had that feeling up my spine again. I said to Connie, “Get lost for a little while, will you?”
“She’s truly beautiful, isn’t she, Mike?”
I blushed for the first time since I wore long pants. “She’s different. She makes most of them look sick.”
“Me too?”
“I haven’t seen her with her clothes off. Until then you’re the best.”
“Don’t lie, Mike.” Her eyes were laughing at me.
I stood up and grinned back at her. “Just in case you really want to know, she’s the best-looking thing I ever saw. I get steamed up watching her from fifty feet away. Whatever a dame’s supposed to have on the ball, she’s got it. My tongue feels an inch thick when I talk to her and if she asked me to jump I’d say, ‘How high?’ and if she asked me to poop I’d say, ‘How much?’. But here’s something you can tuck away if it means anything to you. I don’t like her and I don’t know why I don’t.”
Connie reached over and took a cigarette from my pack. When it was lit she said, “It means plenty to me. I’ll get lost, Mike. But just for a little while.”
I patted her hand and walked over to where the queen of the gods and goddesses was holding court. When she saw me her smile made sunshine and the funny feeling started around my stomach.
She held out her hand and I took it. “Mike, what are you doing here?”
Juno guided me to a stool on Olympus, letting go my hand almost reluctantly. More eyes than Anton Lipsek’s watched me enviously. “I was sidetracked into a flirtation when I left your office.”
Anton wiggled his beard with an “Ah hah!” He caught on fast.
“I guess it pays to be physical,” Juno smiled. Her eyes drifted over the crowd. “There aren’t too many men here who are. You’re rather an attraction.”
So was she. You might say she was over-clothed by comparison, but not overdressed. The front of the black gown came up to her neck and the sleeves came down to meet her gloves. The width of her shoulders, the regal taper of her waist was sheathed in a shimmering silk that reflected the lights and clung tenaciously to her body. Her breasts rose full and high under the gown, moving gently with her breathing.
“Drink?”
I nodded. The music of her voice brought the bartender to life and he put a highball in front of me. Anton joined us in a toast, then excused himself and walked over to the roulette wheel. I deliberately swung around on the stool, hoping she’d follow me so I could have her to myself.
She did, smiling at me in the mirrors that had the bullet holes.
“I have news for you, Mike. Perhaps I should let it keep so I could see you again tomorrow”
My hand started to tighten around the glass. One of the bullet holes was in the way so I turned my head to look at her. “The girl...”
“Yes. I found her.”
Ever have your insides squeeze up into a knot so hard you thought you’d turn inside out? I did. “Go on,” I said.
“Her name is Marion Lester. I presume you’ll want to see her yourself of course. Her address is the Chadwick Hotel. She was the third one I spoke to this afternoon and she readily admitted what had happened, although she seemed a little frightened when I told her the full story.”
“All right, all right, what did she say?” I took a quick drink and pushed the glass across the bar.
“Actually ... nothing. Your friend did help her into a cab and he saw her home. In fact, he carried her upstairs and tucked her into bed with her clothes on, shoes and all. It seems as if he was quite a gentleman.”
“Damn,” I said, “damn it all to hell anyway!”
Juno’s fingers found mine on the bar rail and her smile was replaced by intense concern. “Mike, please! It can’t be that bad. Aren’t you glad it was that way?”
I cursed under my breath, something nice and nasty I had to get out. “I guess so. It’s just that it leaves me climbing a tree again. Thanks anyway, Juno.”
She leaned toward me and my head filled with the fragrance of a perfume that made me dizzy. She had gray eyes. Deep gray eyes. Deep and compassionate. Eyes that could talk by themselves. “Will you come up tomorrow anyway?”
I couldn’t have said no. I didn’t want to. I nodded and my lip worked into a snarl I couldn’t control. Even nry hands tightened into fists until the broken skin over my knuckles began to sting. “I’ll be there,” I said. I got that funny feeling again. I couldn’t figure it, damn it, I didn’t know what it was.
A finger tapped my shoulder and Connie said, “I’m sloshed, Mike. Hello, Juno.”
Olympus smiled another dawn.
Connie said, “Can we go home now?”
I slid off the stool and looked at the goddess. This time we didn’t shake hands. Just meeting her eyes was enough. “Good night, Juno.”
“Good night, Mike.”
Anton Lipsek came back and nodded to the both of us. I took Connie’s arm and steered her toward the door. Joseph, Andrew, Martin, Homer and Raymond all yelled for us to join the party then shut up when they saw the look on my face. One of them muttered, “Sour sort of fellow, isn’t he?”
The joker with the bashed-in face wasn’t in his chair where I had left him. Two other guys were holding the fort and I knew what they were doing there. They were waiting for me. The tall skinny one was a goon I knew and who knew me and licked his lips. The other one was brand, spanking new. About twenty-
two maybe.
They looked at Connie, wondering how to get her out of there so she wouldn’t be a witness to what came next. The goon I knew licked his lips again and rubbed his hands together. “We been waiting for you, Hammer.”
The kid put on more of an act. He screwed up his pimply face to make a sneer, pushing himself away from the wall trying to make shoulders under his dinner jacket. “So you’re Mike Hammer, are ya? Ya don’t look so tough to me, guy.”
I let my hand fool with the buttons on my coat. The billy in the empty holster pushed against the fabric under my arm and looked real as hell. “There’s always one way you can find out, sonny,” I said.
When the kid licked his lips a little spit ran down his chin. Connie walked ahead of me and opened the door. I walked past the two of them and they never moved. In a little while they’d be out of a job.
Not an empty table showed in this first back room. The show was over and the tiny dance floor was packed to the limit. The late tourist crowd was having itself a fling and making no bones about it. I scanned the sea of heads looking for Clyde. It was a hell of a change from Dinky Williams. But he wasn’t around. We picked up our stuff from the hag at the checkroom and I tossed a dime in the spittoon. She swore and I swore back at her.
The words we used weren’t unusual for the front section of the Bowery Inn, and no heads turned except two at the bar. One was Clyde. I waved my thumb toward the back. “Lousy help you hire, Dink.” His face was livid again.
I didn’t even look at the babe. It was Velda.
CHAPTER 5
I was sitting in the big leather chair in the office when Velda put her key in the lock. She had on a tailored suit that made her look like a million dollars. Her long black page-boy hair threw back the light of the morning sunshine that streamed through the window and it struck me that of all the beauty in the world I had the best of it right under my nose.
She saw me then and said, “I thought you’d be here.” There was frost in her voice. She tossed her handbag on the desk and sat in my old chair. Hell, it was her joint now anyway.
“You move pretty fast, Velda.”
“So do you.”
“Referring to my company of last night, I take it.”
“Exactly. Your legwork. They were very nice, just your type.”
I grinned at her. “I wish I could say something decent about your escort.”
The frost melted and her voice turned soft. “I’m the jealous type, Mike.”
I didn’t have to lean far to reach her. The chair was on casters that moved easily. I wound my fingers in her hair, started to say something and stopped. Instead, I kissed the tip of her nose. Her fingers tightened around my wrist. She had her eyes half closed and didn’t see me push her handbag out of reach. It tipped with the weight of the gun in it and landed on the floor.
This time I kissed her mouth. It was a soft, warm mouth. It was a light kiss, but I’ll never forget it. It left me wanting to wrap my arms around her and squeeze until she couldn’t move. No, I didn’t do that. I slid back into my chair and Velda said, “It was never like that before, Mike. Don’t treat me like the others.”
My hand was shaking when I tried to light another cigarette. “I didn’t expect to find you down the Bowery last night, kid.”
“You told me to get to work, Mike.”
“Finish it. Let’s hear it all.”
Velda leaned back in the chair, her eyes on mine. “You said to concentrate on Wheeler. I did. The papers carried most of the details and there was nothing to be learned here. I hopped the first plane to Columbus, visited with his family and business associates and got the next plane back again.”
She picked her handbag off the floor and extracted a small black loose-leaf pad, flipping the cover back to the first page. “Here is the essence of what I learned. Everyone agreed that Chester Wheeler was an energetic, conscientious husband, father and businessman. There has never been any family trouble. Whenever he was away he wrote or called home frequently. This time they had two picture post cards from him, a letter and one phone call. He phoned as soon as he arrived in New York to tell them he’d had a successful trip. He sent one card to his son, a plain penny post card. The next card was postmarked from the Bowery and he mentioned going to a place called the Bowery Inn. Then he wrote a letter to his wife that was quite commonplace. A postscript to his twenty-two-year-old daughter mentioned the fact that he had met an old high school friend of hers working in the city. That was the last they heard until they were notified of his death.
“When I dug up his business friends I got nowhere. His business was fine, he was making a lot of money, and he had no worries at all.”
I clamped my teeth together. “Like hell you got nowhere,” I said softly. My mind drifted back over that little conversation with Pat. A little talk about how a guy named Emil Perry said Wheeler had been depressed because business was rotten. “You’re sure about his business?”
“Yes. I checked his credit rating.”
“Nice going. Continue.”
“Well ... the only lead I saw was this place called the Bowery Inn. I did some fast quizzing when I got home and found out what it was all about. The man who runs the place you seemed to know. I put on an act and he fell for it. Hard. He didn’t seem to like you much, Mike.”
“I can’t blame him. I shot him once.”
“After you left he couldn’t talk for five minutes. He excused himself and went into the back room. When he returned he seemed satisfied about something. There was blood on his hands.”
That would be Dinky, all right. He liked to use his hands when he had a couple of rods backing him up. “That all?”
“Practically. He wants to see me again.”
I felt the cords in my neck pull tight. “The bastard! I’ll beat the pants off him for that!”
Velda shook her head and laughed. “Don’t you get to be the jealous type too, Mike. You don’t wear it so well. Is it important that I see him again?”
I agreed reluctantly. “It’s important.”
“Is it still murder?”
“More than ever, sugar. I bet it’s a big murder, too. A great big beautiful murder with all the trimmings.”
“Then what do you suggest I do next?”
I gave it a thought first, then looked at her a moment. “Play this Clyde. Keep your eyes open and see what happens. If I were you I’d hide that PI. ticket and leave the gun home. We don’t want him putting two and two together and getting a bee in his bonnet.
“If you follow me on this you’ll see the connection. First we have Wheeler. We have the fact that he might have taken a model out that night and he might have gone to the Inn where he might have run into something that meant murder. If Clyde didn’t enter into this I’d skip the whole premise, but he makes it too interesting to pass up.
“There’s only one hitch. Juno found the girl he left with the night of the party. She didn’t go out with him!”
“But, Mike, then ...”
“Then I’m supposing he might have gone with somebody else some other time. Hell of a lot of mights in this. Too many. At least it’s something to work on, and if you stick around this Clyde character long enough something will turn up one way or another.”
Velda rose, her legs spread apart, throwing out her arms in a stretch that made her jacket and skirt fill up almost to bursting. I had to bend my head down into a match to get my eyes off her. Clyde was going to get a hell of a deal for his money. I slapped my hat on and opened the door for her.
When we reached the street I put her in a taxi and watched until she was around the corner. It was just nine-thirty, so I headed for the nearest phone booth, dropped a nickel in the slot and dialed police headquarters. Pat had checked in, but he couldn’t be located at present. I told the switchboard operator to have him meet me in a spaghetti joint around the corner from headquarters in a half-hour and the guy said he’d pass the message on. I found my heap and climbed in. It was going to be a bu
sy day.
Pat was waiting for me over a half-finished cup of coffee. When he saw me come in he signaled for another coffee and some pastry. I threw my leg over the chair and sat down. “Morning, officer. How’s every little thing in the department?”
“Going smoothly, Mike.”
“Oh, too bad.”
He set his coffee cup down again. His face was absolutely blank. “Don’t start anything, Mike.”
I acted indignant. “Who, me? What could I start that’s not already started?”
The waiter brought my coffee and some Danish and I dunked and ate two of them before either of us spoke again. Curiosity got the best of Pat. He said, “Let’s hear it, Mike.”
“Are you going to be stupid about it, Pat?”
His face was still frozen. “Let’s hear it, Mike.”
I didn’t make any bones about trying to keep it out of my eyes or the set of my jaw. My voice came up from my chest with a nasty rumble and I could feel my lip working into a snarl that pulled the corners of my mouth down.
“You’re a smart cop, Pat. Everybody knows it but most of all I know it and you know it yourself. You know something else besides. I’m just as smart. I said Wheeler was murdered and you patted me on the head and told me to behave.
“I’m saying it again, Pat. Wheeler was murdered. You can get in this thing or I can do it alone. I told you I wanted that ticket back and I’m going to get it. If I do a lot of reputations are going to fall by the way-side including yours and I don’t want that to happen.
“You know me and you know I don’t kid around. I’m beginning to get ideas, Pat. They think good. I’ve seen some things that look good. Things that put more taste in the flavor of murder. I’m going to have me another killer before long and a certain D.A. is going to get his nose blown for him.”
I don’t know what I expected Pat to do. Maybe I expected him to blow his top or start writing me off as a has-been in the brain department. I certainly didn’t expect to see his face go cold and hear him say, “I gave you the benefit of the doubt a long time ago, Mike. I think Wheeler was murdered too.”
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