"Not a d.a.m.ned word of it."
"Neither did I. He"s rather a horrid little beast- I wonder what he"s up to."
"I don"t know, but I mean to find out."
"You aren"t going to shadow him yourself, are you?"
"Why not? Why pay ten dollars a day to some ex-flattie to m.u.f.f it?"
"Teddy, I don"t like the set-up. Why should he be willing to pay this much"-she gestured with the bills-"to lead you around by the nose?"
"That is what I"m going to find out."
"You be careful. You remember "The Red-headed League." "
"The "Red-headed-" Oh, Sherlock Holmes again. Be your age, Cyn."
"I am. You be yours. That little man is evil."
She left the room and cached the money. When she returned he was down on his knees by the chair in which Hoag had sat, busy with an insufflator. He looked around as she came in.
"Cyn-"
"Yes, Brain."
"You haven"t touched this chair?"
"Of course not. I polished the arms as usual before he showed up."
"That"s not what I mean. I meant since he left. Did he ever take off his gloves?"
"Wait a minute. Yes, I"m sure he did. I looked at his nails when he told his yarn about them."
"So did I, but I wanted to make sure I wasn"t nuts. Take a look at that surface."
She examined the polished chair arms, now covered with a thin film of gray dust. The surface was unbroken-no fingerprints. "He must never have touched them- But he did. I saw him. When he said, "I"m frightened," he gripped both arms. I remember noticing how blue his knuckles looked."
"Collodion, maybe?"
"Don"t be silly. There isn"t even a smear. You shook hands with him. Did he have collodion on his hands?"
"I don"t think so. I think I would have noticed it. The Man with No Fingerprints. Let"s call him a ghost and forget it."
"Ghosts don"t pay out hard cash to be watched."
"No, they don"t. Not that I ever heard of." He stood up and marched out into the breakfast nook, grabbed the phone and dialed long distance. "I want the Medical Exchange in Dubuque, uh-" He cupped the phone and called to his wife. "Say, honey, what the h.e.l.l state is Dubuque in?"
Forty-five minutes and several calls later he slammed the instrument back into its cradle. "That tears it," he announced. "There is no St. George Rest Home in Dubuque. There never was and probably never will be. And no Dr. Rennault."
III.
"There he is!" Cynthia Craig Randall nudged her husband.
He continued to hold the Tribune in front of his face as if reading it. "I see him," he said quietly. "Control yourself. Yuh"d think you had never tailed a man before. Easy does it."
"Teddy, do be careful."
"I will be." He glanced over the top of the paper and watched Jonathan Hoag come down the steps of the sw.a.n.k Gotham Apartments in which he made his home. When he left the shelter of the canopy he turned to the left. The time was exactly seven minutes before nine in the morning.
Randall stood up, folded his paper with care, and laid it down on the bus-station bench on which he had been waiting. He then turned toward the drugstore behind him, dropped a penny in the slot of a gum-vending machine in the shop"s recessed doorway. In the mirror on the face of the machine he watched Hoag"s unhurried progress down the far side of the street. With equal lack of rush he started after him, without crossing the street.
Cynthia waited on the bench until Randall had had time enough to get a half block ahead of her, then got up and followed him.
Hoag climbed on a bus at the second corner. Randall took advantage of a traffic-light change which held the bus at the corner, crossed against the lights, and managed to reach the bus just as it was pulling out. Hoag had gone up to the open deck; Randall seated himself down below.
Cynthia was too late to catch the bus, but not too late to note its number. She yoohooed at the first cruising taxi that came by, told the driver the number of the bus, and set out. They covered twelve blocks before the bus came in sight; three blocks later a red light enabled the driver to pull up alongside the bus. She spotted her husband inside; it was all she needed to know. She occupied the time for the rest of the ride in keeping the exact amount shown by the meter plus a quarter tip counted out in her hand.
When she saw them get out of the bus she told the driver to pull up. He did so, a few yards beyond the bus stop. Unfortunately they were headed in her direction; she did not wish to get out at once. She paid the driver the exact amount of the tariff while keeping one eye-the one in the back of her head-on the two men. The driver looked at her curiously.
"Do you chase after women?" she said suddenly.
"No, lady. I gotta family."
"My husband does," she said bitterly and untruthfully. "Here." She handed him the quarter.
Hoag and Randall were some yards past by now. She got out, headed for the shop just across the walk, and waited. To her surprise she saw Hoag turn and speak to her husband. She was too far away to hear what was said.
She hesitated to join them. The picture was wrong; it made her apprehensive-yet her husband seemed unconcerned. He listened quietly to what Hoag had to say, then the two of them entered the office building in front of which they had been standing.
She closed in at once. The lobby of the office building was as crowded as one might expect at such an hour in the morning. Six elevators, in bank, were doing rushing business. No. 2 had just slammed its doors. No. 3 had just started to load. They were not in No. 3; she posted herself near the cigar stand and quickly cased the place.
They were not in the lobby. Nor were they, she quickly made sure, in the barber shop which opened off the lobby. They had probably been the last pa.s.sengers to catch Elevator No. 2 on its last trip. She had been watching the indicator for No. 2 without learning anything useful from it; the car had stopped at nearly every floor.
No. 2 was back down by now; she made herself one of its pa.s.sengers, not the first nor the last, but one of the crowd. She did not name a floor, but waited until the last of the others had gotten off.
The elevator boy raised his eyebrows at her. "Floor, please!" he commanded.
She displayed a dollar bill. "I want to talk to you."
He closed the gates, accomplishing an intimate privacy. "Make it snappy," he said, glancing at the signals on his board.
"Two men got on together your last trip." She described them quickly and vividly. "I want to know what floor they got off at."
He shook his head. "I wouldn"t know. This is the rush hour."
She added another bill. "Think. They were probably the last two to get aboard. Maybe they had to step out to let others off. The shorter one probably called out the floor."
He shook his head again. "Even if you made it a fin I couldn"t tell you. During the rush Lady G.o.diva and her horse could ride this cage and I wouldn"t know it. Now-do you want to get out or go down?"
"Down." She handed him one of the bills. "Thanks for trying."
He looked at it, shrugged, and pocketed it.
There was nothing to do but to take up her post in the lobby. She did so, fuming. Done in, she thought, done in by the oldest trick known for shaking a tail. Call yourself a d.i.c.k and get taken in by the office-building trick! They were probably out of the building and gone by now, with Teddy wondering where she was and maybe needing her to back up his play.
She ought to take up tatting! d.a.m.n!
She bought a bottle of Pepsi-Cola at the cigar stand and drank it slowly, standing up. She was just wondering whether or not she could stand another, in the interest of protective coloration, when Randall appeared.
It took the flood of relief that swept over her to make her realize how much she had been afraid. Nevertheless, she did not break character. She turned her head away, knowing that her husband would see her and recognize the back of her neck quite as well as her face.
He did not come up and speak to her, therefore she took position on him again. Hoag she could not see anywhere; had she missed him herself, or what?
Randall walked down to the corner, glanced speculatively at a stand of taxis, then swung aboard a bus which had just drawn up to its stop. She followed him, allowing several others to mount it before her. The bus pulled away. Hoag had certainly not gotten aboard; she concluded that it was safe to break the routine.
He looked up as she sat down beside him. "Cyn! I thought we had lost you."
"You darn near did," she admitted. "Tell me-what"s cookin"?"
"Wait till we get to the office."
She did not wish to wait, but she subsided. The bus they had entered took them directly to their office, a mere half-dozen blocks away. When they were there he unlocked the door of the tiny suite and went at once to the telephone. Their listed office phone was connected through the PBX of a secretarial service.
"Any calls?" he asked, then listened for a moment. "O.K. Send up the slips. No hurry."
He put the phone down and turned to his wife. "Well, babe, that"s just about the easiest five hundred we ever promoted."
"You found out what he does with himself?"
"Of course."
"What does he do?"
"Guess."
She eyed him. "How would you like a paste in the snoot?"
"Keep your pants on. You wouldn"t guess it, though it"s simple enough. He works for a commercial jeweler-polishes gems. You know that stuff he found under his fingernails, that got him so upset?"
"Yes?"
"Nothing to it. Jeweler"s rouge. With the aid of a diseased imagination he jumps to the conclusion it"s dried blood. So we make half a grand."
"Mm-m-m. And that seems to be that. This place he works is somewhere in the Acme Building, I suppose."
"Room 1310. Or rather Suite 1310. Why didn"t you tag along?"
She hesitated a little in replying. She did not want to admit how clumsy she had been, but the habit of complete honesty with each other was strong upon her. "I let myself get misled when Hoag spoke to you outside the Acme Building. I missed you at the elevator."
"I see. Well, I- Say! What did you say? Did you say Hoag spoke to me?"
"Yes, certainly."
"But he didn"t speak to me. He never laid eyes on me. What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about? What are you talking about! Just before the two of you went into the Acme Building, Hoag stopped, turned around and spoke to you. The two of you stood there chinning, which threw me off stride. Then you went into the lobby together, practically arm in arm.
He sat there, saying nothing, looking at her for a long moment. At last she said, "Don"t sit there staring like a goon! That"s what happened."
He said, "Cyn, listen to my story. I got off the bus after he did and followed him into the lobby. I used the old heel-and-toe getting into the elevator and swung behind him when he faced the front of the car. When he got out, I hung back, then fiddled around, half in and half out, asking the operator simpleton questions, and giving him long enough to get clear. When I turned the corner he was just disappearing into 1310. He never spoke to me. He never saw my face. I"m sure of that."
She was looking white, but all she said was, "Go on."
"When you go in this place there is a long gla.s.s part.i.tion on your right, with benches built up against it. You can look through the gla.s.s and see the jewelers, or jewelsmiths, or whatever you call "em at work. Clever-good salesmanship. Hoag ducked right on in and by the time I pa.s.sed down the aisle he was already on the other side, his coat off and a smock on, and one of those magnifying dinguses screwed into his eye. I went on past him to the desk-he never looked up- and asked for the manager. Presently a little birdlike guy shows up and I ask him if they have a man named Jonathan Hoag in their employ. He says yes and asks if I want to speak to him. I told him no, that I was an investigator for an insurance company. He wants to know if there is anything wrong and I told him that it was simply a routine investigation of what he had said on his application for a life policy, and how long had he worked there? Five years, he told me. He said that Hoag was one of the most reliable and skillful employees. I said fine, and asked if he thought Mr. Hoag could afford to carry as much as ten thousand. He says certainly and that they were always glad to see their employees invest in life insurance. Which was what I figured when I gave him the stall.
"As I went out I stopped in front of Hoag"s bench and looked at him through the gla.s.s. Presently he looked up and stared at me, then looked down again. I"m sure I would have spotted it if he had recognized me. A case of complete skeezo, sheezo . . . how do you p.r.o.nounce it?"
"Schizophrenia. Completely split personalities. But look, Teddy-"
"Yeah?"
"You did talk with him. I saw you."
"Now slow down, puss. You may think you did, but you must have been looking at two other guys. How far away were you?"
"Not that far. I was standing in front of Beecham"s Bootery. Then comes Chez Louis, and then the entrance to the Acme Building. You had your back to the newspaper stand at the curb and were practically facing me. Hoag had his back to me, but I couldn"t have been mistaken, as I had him in full profile when the two of you turned and went into the building together."
Randall looked exasperated. "I didn"t speak with him. And I didn"t go in with him; I followed him in."
"Edward Randall, don"t give me that! I admit I lost the two of you, but that"s no reason to rub it in by trying to make a fool of me."
Randall had been married too long and too comfortably not to respect danger signals. He got up, went to her, and put an arm around her. "Look, kid," he said, seriously and gently, "I"m not pulling your leg. We"ve got our wires crossed somehow, but I"m giving it to you just as straight as I can, the way I remember it."
She searched his eyes, then kissed him suddenly, and pulled away. "All right. We"re both right and it"s impossible. Come on."
" "Come on" where?"
"To the scene of the crime. If I don"t get this straightened out I"ll never sleep again."
The Acme Building was just where they had left it. The Bootery was where it belonged, likewise Chez Louis, and the newsstand. He stood where she had stood and agreed that she could not have been mistaken in her identification unless blind drunk. But he was equally positive as to what he had done.
"You didn"t pick up a snifter or two on the way, did you?" he suggested hopefully.