"June."
"Oh, h.e.l.lo."
"I"m terribly sorry, Ben."
"About what?"
"Didn"t you hear anything?"
"I"ve been asleep."
"Thank heaven...I did something terribly silly. On account of Dorothy. I-thought she was with you."
"With-me?"
"You don"t have to snap my head off. I admitted admitted it was silly. You can imagine what a ninny I felt when she popped out of the door a few minutes ago in her pajamas and all, and it was perfectly obvious she"d been asleep for hours." it was silly. You can imagine what a ninny I felt when she popped out of the door a few minutes ago in her pajamas and all, and it was perfectly obvious she"d been asleep for hours."
"Well, it"s all news to me."
"You might tell me it was a nice party."
"One thing at a time. I"m still asleep."
"Well?"
"Sure, it was swell."
"Good night, Ben."
"Good night."
He really was asleep the next time the phone rang, and he answered in a tone that was to remind June that enough was enough. But it wasn"t June. It was Lefty. "Well, what do you want?"
"They got Caspar."
"You mean they rubbed him out? Who did?"
"They got him. In Mexico. They"re bringing him back."
"...Who"s bringing him back?"
"The U.S. government. For income tax violation."
"How do you know? Say, what is this, anyway? What time is it? And what"s the big idea calling me up at this time of morning anyhow?"
"It"s five-thirty A.M., and I been pa.s.sing the time with Joe Cantrell and he just had Mexico City on the long distance wire. They"re flying him back today. They"ve left for the airport already, the planes take off at six-thirty, he"ll be in Los Angeles tonight, and Lake City tomorrow. Here"s where it gets good, Ben: for income tax violation, they may give him bail."
"O.K., so he gets bail."
"Just thought I"d let you know."
Chapter 10.
Ben saw quite a little of Dorothy the next two or three days. He gave her a key to his apartment, and would find her waiting when he came in. She was insistent, however, that they find some other place to meet. "She knows, Ben. I fooled her the other night, but now she knows. We"ll have to go somewhere else. I can"t bear the idea of hurting her."
But Ben"s mind was on other things, particularly on the newspapers, which were reporting minutely the movements of Mr. Caspar. They carried his arrival at Mexicali, at Los Angeles, at St. Louis. At this point reporters from the Lake City papers met his plane, and rode with him on the Prairie Central to the local airport, interviewing him on the way, and giving copious s.p.a.ce to his remarks. The general sense of them was that he had been crossed, but that he believed in being a good sport and taking it until his turn came again. At the big pictures of him, wearing the charro hat with bells on the brim that he had bought in Mexico City, Ben waxed thoughtful, and read the caption carefully, to make sure they had really been taken at the Post Office Building, in connection with the rites of booking, fingerprinting, and incarceration.
That night, with Mr. Cantrell, the new and highly praised Chief of Police, he visited his attorney, Mr. Yates, the former partner of Mr. Bleeker the city prosecutor. He and Mr. Cantrell arrived first, and tramped the halls of the Coolidge Building for some time before Mr. Yates pattered up, opened his office, and motioned to them. Inside, he turned on the desk light and began his report. "Well, I just left Ollie Bleeker, and we spent most of the afternoon on it, and I think now I can tell you how it"s going to break. Hovey Dunne, the United States Attorney, wasn"t there, but we had it out with him over the telephone and I"m sure we know what he"s going to do."
Mr. Cantrell fidgeted. "O.K., get to it."
"Caspar hasn"t got a chance. In the first place, they"ve got him on so many violations of the tax law that barring slip-ups he"ll be ten years serving his time."
"It"s slip-ups we"re worrying about."
"Chief, there can"t be any slip-ups, really. The only conceivable one is that they would make a deal. The Federal people, I mean. That some sort of deal would be made for payment of those taxes, whereby they"d agree not to prosecute. But where does that get him? Your warrant is on file over there, and before they release him they"ve got to turn him over to you. Then he goes on trial for murder. This was a simple case of who caught him first, the city police or the Feds. Well, they"ve got him, that"s all."
"Why don"t they turn him over to us?"
"With their own charges untried?"
"Our charge is a capital offense."
"What difference does it make?"
"Plenty of difference, Yates. O.K., he serves ten years. He goes to Alcatraz, and he serves ten years. What then?"
"Then the State tries him for murder."
"And convicts him, I suppose. A fat chance! After ten years, you couldn"t convict Hitler Hitler of murder. The witnesses have skipped, or died, or been seen, and besides the jury thinks if he served ten years he"s been punished enough. The way you fixed it, after ten years he"s out and it"s bad." of murder. The witnesses have skipped, or died, or been seen, and besides the jury thinks if he served ten years he"s been punished enough. The way you fixed it, after ten years he"s out and it"s bad."
"I didn"t fix it." didn"t fix it."
"I"ll say you didn"t."
"He could be acquitted of murder, even now."
"O.K., then I got another murder. I got a million of them, and if the jury still won"t say murder, I got a little larceny and maybe a couple of mayhems and a.s.saults with deadly weapons. Then, Then, if he"s still acquitted, we got the Federal stuff to fall back on. But-get this, Yates-on murder he could burn. I don"t say would, I only say could. But he"d have a good outside chance, and if that crook ever squatted hot, that would be doing something for the country." if he"s still acquitted, we got the Federal stuff to fall back on. But-get this, Yates-on murder he could burn. I don"t say would, I only say could. But he"d have a good outside chance, and if that crook ever squatted hot, that would be doing something for the country."
"And you, I imagine."
"That"s right."
"Not, I"m happy to say, for me."
"Yeah, even you."
As Mr. Yates looked up in surprise, Mr. Cantrell gave a short, harsh laugh. "You"re right on the payroll of Ben"s little outfit, his cute a.s.sociation that stole its machines from Caspar, and if you think Solly"s going to be careful about it, and check it all up, to make sure you were told and all, why, you"re flattering him quite a lot. He"s not that conscientious. You"re on the spot, right now."
"You mean-they"re the same old machines?"
"Sure, don"t you recognize them?"
"Chief, I had no idea of this."
"Yates, you"re a liar."
Mr. Cantrell, after vainly pressing Mr. Yates for some other arrangement, was quite gloomy as they went out on the street, but Ben on the whole seemed relieved. He followed with interest the announcement, made late one afternoon, that Caspar had left the Post Office Building in company with F.B.I., agents, to lead them to the place he had hidden his bonds, so that he could make some sort of payment on the taxes that he owed. It was while he was dialing Mr. Cantrell, after dinner that night, to find out how this monkeyshine had turned out, that the house phone rang in the bedroom, and he went in to answer. "Ben?"
"Speaking."
"Dorothy."
"Come on up."
"I"m not in the hotel. Ben, I have another place."
"Yeah? Where is it?"
"You"ve been to June"s old apartment?"
"Sure, I was there once or twice."
"I got the key for it today."
"You there now?"
"No. The phone"s disconnected. I"m at the drug store."
"I don"t like it."
"Why not?"
"It"s hers, for one thing."
"There"s not one single thing of hers in it. She"s taken everything out, and there"s nothing in it but the regular furniture. Besides, she only has it until January 1, and that"s only two or three days off, and so far as she"s concerned she"s forgotten about it. I mean, she"s out."
"Oh, come on over."
"Ben, I hate it there. I hear her out there, pounding on the door and crying. Ben, come on over, so I can put my arms around you in peace."
"Say, you sound friendly."
"I"ll be waiting."
"O.K.".
Her arms indeed went around him when he came in, and they stood for some moments in the shabby little foyer, holding each other tight, before they moved over to the sofa, and she snuggled into his arms, and they relaxed. "How in the world, Dorothy, did you find out about this place, anyway?"
"Through a friend of mine."
"Who"s that?"
"Hal. Don"t you know him?"
"Not by that name."
"He"s a bellboy over at the hotel. He"s on the late shift, the one that runs the elevator and gets you ice and does whatever you want done."
"How did he he know about it?" know about it?"
"June sent him over here, to bring her things back. He made several trips at one time and another. He even had a key, that he forgot to give back to her. So-he lent it to me. For a consideration. For five dollars. Give me five dollars."
He fished out five dollars, folded it neatly, handed it over to her. She nodded, twisted her mouth kittenishly, dropped it into the neck of her dress. Then all the breath left her body, and a look of horror appeared on her face. For a second or two he talked to her, trying to find out what the trouble was. Then his blood turned to whey. The closet door was open, and Mr. Salvatore Gasparro, alias Solly Caspar, was standing there looking at them. "H"y, Benny."
"h.e.l.lo, Sol."
Sol came over, sat down in the small battered arm chair, lit a cigar. "Sure, Hal"s a friend of mine, too. Great kid. Don"t you remember him, Ben?"
"Not right now I don"t."
"He run a poolroom for me, quite a while back. That was the trouble with you, Ben. You thought you was too good for your work. You was always high-hatting my organization."
"I"m sorry, Sol."
"It"s O.K."
Benignly Sol puffed out smoke before he went on: "It don"t really make no difference any more, because I"m going to kill you, Ben. Fact of the matter that"s what I want to talk about. I"m going to kill you, then I"m going to kind of amuse myself with her."
It was perhaps five feet from Ben"s feet to Sol"s feet, and mentally Ben measured the distance, so as to be accurate with the feint, the spring, and the blow. But Sol was telepathic in these matters. An automatic appeared in his hand, and he told Ben to keep his eyes front and his hands in sight. Then, laying the cigar in an ashtray, he said: "Sister, you move over here to one side, so I can keep an eye on you while I"m killing Ben." Dorothy, as if in a trance, moved as directed, and obeyed when he told her to sit down in the wooden chair that stood against the wall. Ben, at a command, stood up. "That"s good, Ben, just like you are now. Now I want you to walk backwards, slow so you don"t stumble over nothing, and when you get to the bathroom I"ll tell you to stop and you stop. Then you feel around back of you for the k.n.o.b and open the door. Then when I tell you to start moving again I want you to back in there and climb in the tub and lay down. I"m going to kill you in the tub, so I can close the door and not hear no blood dripping while I"m playing around with her. I don"t like to hear blood. And besides, when I shoot in the bathroom they"re not so liable to hear it outside. You ready?"
"...I guess so, Sol."
"Then get going!"
Slowly, on jerky, shaking legs Ben began backing toward the bathroom. Slowly, his eyes fixed in a marble stare, his lips parted in a dreadful grin, the gun held in one hand while the other steadied it, Sol followed. He followed with a sort of creep, and whispered as he came, filthy, obscene things about Dorothy. When Ben reached the door, Sol breathed the command to halt, and Ben fumbled for the k.n.o.b. Presently he found it, opened the door, resumed his backward progress. Sol resumed his creep.
In the bathroom, Sol became less cautious with his voice, and screamed at Ben, with appropriate curses, to get in the tub and lie down, and be quick about it. Sol was framed in the doorway, and Ben, in the dark bathroom, moved to obey. Then the place filled with light, and with the crash of a gun. Ben staggered, whimpered, clutched his belly. Then, to his astonishment, Caspar curled up and rolled over on his side.
He stepped over Caspar into the living room. She was still there, a gun in her lap, staring at the body, her face lovely. When she looked up her eyes were dancing, as though the two bright points of light in them were controlled by an electric switch. "I"ve always carried it. I"ve carried it since I was fifteen years old. In my handbag. This is the first time I"ve used it."