I could feel myself beginning to slip over the edge. I fought it.
It wasn"t that I was afraid of a 125-pound woman with a pair of drugstore scissors in her hand. It was that she wasn"t human. She was invulnerable. She was unbeatable. Nothing could touch her.
There was a wild, crazy blackness foaming up inside me, urging me to leap up and run, or to lunge for her and tear the scissors away and take her throat in my hands and see if she could be killed.
I hung poised over empty nothing. I slipped a little.
She stood up. "I won"t bother you any longer, if you"re sleepy," she said. "I think I"ll go back to bed."
She knew just how much to turn the screw each time.
Sunday...
Sunday was the slow thickening of horror.
It wasn"t a day, beginning at one point and ending at another. There were no days now. Time had melted and run together into one endless and unmarked second of waiting for an explosion when the fuse was always burning and forever a quarter of an inch long.
Midnight came, and I knew I could no longer stay awake. I had to get out. I walked downstairs and around to the car and drove it slowly out of the city and along the beach. When I was far out I pulled off into the dunes and stopped.
I got out. It was black, and the breeze was cool coming in off the sea. I walked five steps away from the car and fell forward onto the sloping edge of a dune. Even as I was falling I was losing consciousness, and the last thing before I blacked out I was running alongside the spinning outer edge of a giant carousel loaded with fat bundles of money and red-haired girls with cool, mocking eyes.
I awoke all at once, like a jungle animal. I turned my head. A car had stopped nearby in the darkness.
A spotlight burst from it. The hot beam swung just above my head and spattered against the side and the open door of the Pontiac. I lay still, afraid even to breathe.
It shifted, searching the ground. He had seen there was no one in the car. The light moved again, just above my head. Then it went off abruptly. I heard a car door open and shut. I held rigid. There was no chance to run. But he might miss me in the darkness.
The beam of a flashlight hit the ground a few feet to my left. He walked forward. He was nearly on top of me now. The beam flipped upward toward the car, and then swung back. It hit me right in the face. I stared into it, blinded.
"What are you doing here?" a voice growled. "You hurt? Or drunk?" Then I heard the sharp intake of breath. "Hey!" "Hey!"
I came off the ground, right into the light. He hadn"t had time to pull the gun. I caught part of his uniform, pulling him down to me and clubbing for his face with my fist. We were in the sand together. He kicked backward. I followed, swarming over him, wild now, my breath sobbing in my throat. I located his face at last, and swung. He jerked. I held him by the collar and swung again.
I s.n.a.t.c.hed up the light, my hands shaking and dropped it. I clawed it up out of the sand again and flashed it in his face. He was out cold. I ran to the patrol car, jerked the keys out, and threw them far away in the darkness. I heaved the flashlight after them, lunged toward my own car, and fled.
I"d got away from him, but I was just buying time. And there wasn"t much more to buy. They would know now that I was here in town.
But even as I gunned the car wildly along the beach in the darkness, I was conscious that my mind was clearing, becoming colder now, and I could think.
An idea began to take shape. I could still win. I could get that money, all of it. I"d beat her yet.
And the way to beat her was to let her think she had won.
It was after five and the sky was reddening in the east when I parked the car a block away from the apartment on a cross street. No one saw me go in. I ran up the stairs. This was the last day. Only a few more hours now and we"d be gone.
No, I thought. I"d be gone.
She was in the bedroom. I put on a pot of coffee and went into the bath. I took a shower, as hot as I could stand it and then as cold as it would run, shocking myself awake.
I went into the kitchen. The coffee was almost done. I poured two quick drinks of the whisky and downed them. They burned through five days" acc.u.mulation of exhaustion and fear and numbness, clearing my mind. I poured a cup of coffee and lit a cigarette.
I waited. There was no use waking her up. The banks wouldn"t open until ten.
At a little after seven I heard her in the bath. In a few minutes she came out. She was wearing the blouse and skirt again. It was odd that with that traveling case she hadn"t grabbed up two changes while she was at it.
"Good morning," she said sweetly. "Did you sleep well?"
I walked over in front of her. "Have you got those names figured out yet?"
She gave me a teasing, half-mocking smile. "I"m not absolutely certain-"
I caught her by the shoulders and shook her. "Have you?"
"What is the hurry, dear? We have the rest of the month."
I turned away from her without a word and walked over to the stove. I poured her a cup of coffee and another for myself. We sat down.
I lit her cigarette. "All right," I said harshly. "You win. What do you want?"
Her eyebrows lifted. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," I said. "You wore me out. I can"t take it any longer. We"ve got to get out. They"re closing in on me." I lit my own cigarette and dropped the match in the tray. Then I looked back at her face. "You know they"re looking for me instead of you, don"t you?"
She nodded. "I suspected it."
"All right. I thought I could wait you out. But I can"t. I"ve taken the heat for four days but I can"t take it any longer. One of "em almost got me out there on the beach two hours ago, and I"ve had it. We"ve got to get out."
"Yes," she said quietly. Then she added, "But excuse me for interrupting you. I believe you had something else to say, didn"t you?"
"All right," I said savagely. "I did. How much do you want? Half? Don"t go any higher than that, because I"ve still got one thing in my favor. I"ve got the keys, and if I don"t get half n.o.body gets anything."
She leaned back a little in the chair and smiled. "That sounds eminently fair to me. But did it ever occur to you that possibly there was another facet to it, aside from the money? Remember? It was something I told you."
"What?"
"That I have a deep-seated aversion to being played for a fool. You could have saved yourself all this if you"d told me the news to begin with."
Everybody who wanted to believe that could line up on the right. But I went along with her.
"Well, I"m sorry," I said. "But that"s all past now. So the fifty-fifty split is O.K. with you?"
She didn"t answer for a moment. She was looking thoughtfully down at her coffee cup. Then she said, "Yes. If we still feel we want to separate when we get to the West Coast, that sounds quite fair to me." I glanced quickly at her. "What do you mean?" She raised her eyes then. There was more Susie than Madelon Butler in them. "You don"t make it very easy for me to say, do you? But I meant just that. Maybe we won"t want to separate by the time we get there."
"It"s funny," I said slowly. "I had thought of that too." There was a faint, tantalizing smile about her lips. "Changing into someone else isn"t a thing that happens only from the skin out. I told you I wasn"t acting Susie Mumble. I am Susie. And I"m becoming fascinated with her. For the past few days I"ve been increasingly conscious of unsuspected possibilities in Susie, and I was rather hoping you were too."
Twenty
I started to get up.
She shook her head, smiling. "No, Lee. Don"t rush me. Remember, Susie is something so foreign to my entire life up to this time that I can"t hurry her. She has to do her own developing, in her own way. You understand, don"t you?"
She stopped abruptly, and before I could say anything, she added, "But enough of this. We"ve got work to do."
We went in and sat down on the sofa. She was excited now. I put the three keys on the gla.s.s top of the coffee table. She separated them, pushing them out one at a time.
"Third National," she murmured happily, "Mrs. Henry L. Carstairs. Merchants Trust, Mrs. James R. Hatch. Seaboard Bank and Trust, Mrs. Lucille Manning."
It was easy now that she had won. Well, almost won. I put the keys back in my wallet.
She looked at her watch. "It"s a quarter of eight. The banks won"t open until ten. I"ve got to go to the beauty shop first, and buy some clothes."
I exploded. "Hold it! Don"t you realize we haven"t got time for that? They know I"m here in town. Every minute of delay is dangerous."
She broke in on me. "Not while you"re here in the apartment. And I can"t go into those banks like this. My hair may look all right to you, but to another woman it"s as ragged as if it had been chewed off. And these clothes are terrible. I look like a ragpicker. People would notice, and that"s the one thing we can"t risk. I have to look like someone who conceivably might have a safe-deposit box."
In the end I gave in. I had to. As she pointed out, she"d be back by twelve, which was a delay of only two hours. And I didn"t want to queer it by starting a fight now.
She called a number of beauty shops until she found one that would take her right away. I gave her two hundred dollars of the bankroll. She called a cab and left.
Just before she opened the door to go out she turned and faced me. That same tantalizing smile was on her face.
"I just happened to think," she said. "When I came in this door I was Madelon Butler. And now I"m going out for the first time as Susie Mumble. Would you like to help me set the mood?"
I helped her. Not that she needed much. The way Susie"s mouth felt on mine, they could pour her into the mold any time now. She was a finished product.
She clung to me for a moment. "It won"t be long now, will it?"
"No," I said.
It certainly wouldn"t.
But it would be long enough.
I walked the floor. I smoked chain fashion. I listened for the elevator, going through that same old h.e.l.l of waiting every time it stopped. This would be the time they would come, right at the end when I had it won. In the last four hours.
In the last three hours. . .
In the last two. . .
And now, on top of that, I was tightening up just thinking of that trip downtown. That was going to be rugged. The city would be swarming with cops looking for me.
I"d be in the car all the time, though, and that would help. Of course, they had an idea now of what the car looked like, but there were thousands of the same kind and the cop had no chance to see the license plates. The main thing in my favor was the fact that it"s hard to tell the size of a man sitting down in a car. And it was my size they were depending on to spot me.
I set the last of it in my mind. I"d tell her we were going to go right on out the highway the minute she came out of the last bank. That would ease her mind as to why I insisted on going along instead of letting her do it alone now that we were all lovey-dovey. But then, at the last minute, I"d think of some reason we had to come back here before we shoved. And when I left here I"d be alone. I wondered if she really thought I was stupid enough to go for that Susie Mumble act. When we had all the money out of the banks, together in one bundle in a suitcase, and I was the last person on earth who knew she was still alive?
The first time my eyes closed I"d grow a pair of scissors out of my throat.
But I had her stopped now.
I went to the desk and wrote out the note to the police. I put the note inside an envelope, addressed and stamped it, and slipped it into the inside pocket of the coat I was going to wear. I"d mail it at some outlying box on my way out of town to be sure it wasn"t delivered for at least twelve hours. That would be better than mailing it a day or so later from some other city. That way, they"d know which direction I"d gone.
Twelve hours would do.
If you had $120,000 in your pocket and were no longer being sought for murder, twelve hours" start was fair enough.
When we came back to the apartment all I had to do was take all her clothes, including the ones she had on, and throw them down the garbage chute, and leave her. She wouldn"t be likely to go anywhere naked. She"d still be here when the police showed up to collect her.
Of course she would scream her head off and give them, a good description and tell them who I was, but they had practically all that already. And the big heat would be off. Even if they caught me, they couldn"t lean very hard. Not like murder.
My nerves were so tight now they were singing. I couldn"t sit still at all. It was eleven. It was eleven-fifteen. I had to fight myself to get my eyes off the clock long enough to give it a chance to move. Every time I heard the elevator stop I would stand there for an eternity, waiting for the knock on the door.
Then I remembered that when she came back she would have to knock on the door to get in. I wondered if I would be able to open it.
She came. It was ten minutes of twelve, and somehow I got the door open.
They"d done a job on her hair. It was like polished copper rings. She was excited and gurgling, carrying a big hatbox and three other bundles.
"Wait till you see me dressed up," she said.
"Hurry it up. For G.o.d"s sake, hurry."
She disappeared into the bedroom. I waited, feeling my insides tie up in knots. Being so near the end of it made it terrible.
Ten minutes later she came out, walked past me into the center of the room without saying a word, and turned slowly, like a model.
She was Susie, all right. And Susie was a confection, with frosting.
The big floppy picture hat was perched on the side of her head as if it had been nailed to the shining curls. She had on just a shade too much lipstick across a mouth just a shade too wide. The flowery summer dress was short-sleeved and it snuggled lovingly against Susie"s natural resources and scenic high points as if it couldn"t bear to be torn away. The white shoes were only straps and three-inch heels, and the nylons were ultrasheer with elaborate clocks. She was wearing long white gloves, which showed up the tan of her arms.
Susie was right off the barracks wall.
"Well," she asked coyly, "how do you like your creation?"
"Brother!" I said. Then time came running back and fell in on me again. "Look, I can drool later. Let"s get going."
"All right," she said. Then she glanced quickly at my face. "Lee! You haven"t shaved."