"Hey, that"s a nice place," the cabbie said heartily, as they started off. "I heard there was a couple TV stars there last week and they got drunk and had a fight. You see that?"
"Just arrived this afternoon," Malone said. "Sorry."
"Oh, don"t worry," the cabbie a.s.sured him. "Something"s always going on at the Universal. I hear they posted a lot of guards there, just waiting for something to come up now. Something about some shooting, but I didn"t get the straight story yet. That true?"
"Far as I know," Malone said. "There"s a lot of strange things happening lately, aren"t there?"
"Lots," the cabbie said eagerly. He meandered slowly around a couple of bright-red convertibles. "A guy owned the _Last Stand_, he killed himself with a gun today. It"s in the papers. Listen, Mister, funny things happen all the time around here. I remember last week there was a lady in my cab, nice old bat, looked like she wouldn"t take off an earring in public, not among strangers. You know the type. Well, sir, she asked me to take her on to the Golden Palace, and that"s a fair ride. So on the way down, she--"
Fascinated as he was by the unreeling story of the shy old bat, Malone interrupted. "I hear there"s a roadblock up now, and they"re searching all the cars. Know anything about that?"
The cabbie nodded violently. "Sure, Mister," he said. "Now, it"s funny you should ask. I hit the block once today and I was saying to myself, I"ll bet somebody"s going to ask me about this. So when I was in town I talked around with Si Deeds ... you know Si? Oh, no, you just arrived today ... anyhow, I figured Si would know."
"And did he?" Malone said.
"Not a thing," the cabbie said. Malone sighed disgustedly and the cabbie went on: "So I went over and talked to Bob Grindell. I figured, there was action, Bob would know. And guess what?"
"He didn"t know either," Malone said tiredly.
"Bob?" the cabbie said. "Say, Mister, you must be new here for sure, if you say Bob wouldn"t know what was going on. Why, Bob knows more about this town than guys lived in it twice as long, I"ll tell you.
Believe me, he knows."
"And what did he say?" Malone asked.
The cabbie paused. "About what?" he said.
"About the roadblock," Malone said distinctly.
"Oh," the cabbie said. "That. Well, that was a funny thing and no mistake. There was this fight, see? And Sh.e.l.lenberger got in the middle of it, see? So when he was dead they had to set up this roadblock."
Malone restrained himself with some difficulty. "What fight?" he said.
"And who"s Sh.e.l.lenberger? And how did he get in the way?"
"Mister," the cabbie said, "you must be new here."
"A remarkable guess," Malone said.
The cabbie nodded. "Sure must be," he said. "Gus Sh.e.l.lenberger"s lived here over ten years now. I drove him around many"s the time. Remember when he used to go out to this motel out on the outskirts there; there was this doll he was interested in but it never came to much. He said she wasn"t right for his career, you know how guys like that are, they got to be careful all the time. Never hit the papers or anything--I mean with the doll and all--but people get to know things. You know.
So with this doll--"
"How long ago did all this happen?" Malone asked.
"The doll?" the cabbie said. "Oh, five-six years. Maybe seven. I remember it was the year I got a new cab, business was pretty good, you know. Seven, I guess. Garage made me a price, you know, I had to be an idiot to turn it down? A nice price. Well, George Lamel who owns the place, he"s an old friend, you know? I did him some favors so he gives me a nice price. Well, this new cab--"
"Can we get back to the present for a little while?" Malone said.
"There was this fight, and your friend Gus Sh.e.l.lenberger got involved in it somehow--"
"Oh, that," the cabbie said. "Oh, sure. Well, there was a kind of chase. Some sheriff"s officers were looking for an escaped convict, and they were chasing him and doing some shooting. And Sh.e.l.lenberger, he got in the way and got shot accidentally. The criminal, he got away. But it"s kind of a mess, because--"
A loud chorus of sirens effectively stopped all conversation. Two cars stamped with the insignia of the sheriff"s office came into sight and streaked past, headed for Las Vegas.
"Because Sh.e.l.lenberger was State"s attorney, after all," the cabbie said. "It"s not like just anybody got killed."
"And the roadblock?" Malone said.
"For the criminal, I guess," the cabbie said.
Malone nodded heavily. The whole thing smelled rather loudly, he thought. The "accident" wasn"t very plausible to start with. And a search for an escaped criminal that didn"t even involve checking identification of strangers like Malone wasn"t much of a search. The cops knew who they were looking for.
And Sh.e.l.lenberger hadn"t been killed by accident.
The roadblock was down, he noticed. The sheriff"s office cars had apparently carried the cheerful cops back to Las Vegas. Maybe they"d found their man, Malone thought, and maybe they just didn"t care any more.
"Wouldn"t a State"s attorney live in Carson City?" he asked after a while.
"Not old Gus Sh.e.l.lenberger," the cabbie said. "Many"s the time I talked with him and he said he loved this old town. Loved it. Like an old friend. Why, he used to say to me--"
At that point the Great Universal hove into view. Malone felt extraordinarily grateful to see it.
He went to his room with the bundle of papers in his hand and locked himself in. He lit a fresh cigar and started through the papers. Las Vegas was the one on top, and he gave it a quick going-over. Sure enough, the suicide of the Golden Palace owner was on page one, along with a lot of other local news.
_Mayor Resigns Under Council Pressure_, one headline read. On page 3 another story was headlined: _County Attorney Indicted by Grand Jury in Bribery Case_. And at the bottom of page 1, complete with pictures of baffled phone operators and linemen, was a double column spread: _Damage to Phone Relay Station Isolates City Five Hours_.
Carson City, the State Capitol, came in for lots of interesting news, too. Three headlines caught Malone"s attention:
LT.-GOVERNOR MORRIS SWORN IN AS GOVERNOR TWELVE MEMBERS OF LEGISLATURE RESIGN
Ill Health Given As Reason
STATE"S ATTORNEY"S OFFICE: "NO COMMENT" ON RACKETS CONNECTION CHARGE.
The next paper was the New York Post. Malone studied the front page with interest:
MAYOR ORDERS ARREST OF POLICE COMM.
The story on page 3 had a little more detail:
MAYOR AMALFI ORDERS ARREST OF POLICE COMMISSIONER ON EVIDENCE SHOWING "COLLUSION WITH GAMBLING INTERESTS"
But Malone didn"t have time to read the story. Other headlines on pages 2 and 3 attracted his startled attention:
TWELVE DIE IN BROOKLYN GANG Ma.s.sACRE
Ricardo, Numbers Head, Among Slain
"DANGEROUS DAN" SUGRUE LINKED WITH TRUCKER"S UNION