"You"re all confused. You killed Tom Pike, Davey."
"You"re miserable, Al. You"re a mean b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Al Stanger."
Slowly, slowly, Tom Pike turned back to face us. He had changed. The look of muscular tension had gone out of his fists and wrists. They were just slack hands, pinned there by the loop, fingers pressing into the flesh of the throat. His chin had dropped. His toes pointed downward. His face had become bloated and the eyes no longer looked at anything at all.
"See now how it was just the nerves twitching some?" Al asked gently.
"You were right, Al. He"s dead for sure," Lew said.
I pushed myself up and fingered a new lump on the back of my head. "How long would you say he"s been dead, McGee? All things considered."
"I"d say he must have been dead by the time Broon started to drive away, Al. All things considered."
"Guess we shouldn"t touch a thing. Get a reconstruction by the lab people to match up with the eyewitness account." He handed me the carbine and went over and took handcuffs out of a back pocket. He snapped one around Broon"s wrist, told Lew to bend him over a little, and snapped the other around Broon"s opposite ankle. Lew let go and Stanger gave Broon a push. Broon sat in the gra.s.s, knees hiked up.
"Lew, you cut across and get the car and bring it around in here. Might as well stop and pick up our gear over there on the way. We"ll be waiting right here."
With a last look at the body, Nudenbarger hurried off.
The body had stopped turning. Stanger stared into the distance, sighed, spat. "Sorry I had to rap you like that."
I looked into his small dusty brown eyes. "I guess it was the quickest way to stop me, Al."
"Feel all right?"
"Just a little bit sick to my stomach."
"Funny. So do I."
21.
I STAYED AROUND and did what I could to help Bridget Pearson through the worst of it. In a conference about strategy, Ben Gaffner had accepted my suggestion that nothing would be gained by opening up the actual way in which Maureen had died. It could bring down on us a lot of awkward questions from high places. and did what I could to help Bridget Pearson through the worst of it. In a conference about strategy, Ben Gaffner had accepted my suggestion that nothing would be gained by opening up the actual way in which Maureen had died. It could bring down on us a lot of awkward questions from high places.
Better to make it an identification error over in Lime County and let the phosphate pit story stand.
He agreed that there was so little to go on that Dr. Sherman"s death might as well remain on the books as suicide. But the Penny Woertz murder had to be taken out of the active file, and properly closed. That meant some acceptable explanation of motive. Dave Broon came in handy. He was smart enough to have started talking about strangling Tom Pike in a fit of anger and then, upon discovering he was dead, trying to string him up to make it look like suicide.
That gave Gaffner a choice-to play ball with Broon or to go for murder first. Murder first would need only the eyewitnesses to state that they had seen Pike trying to get free as Broon was slowly hauling him clear of the ground. Gaffner had, Broon brought in for a private playback of the tape of the conversation under the live oak. Broon then said it was his certain knowledge that Pike was having an affair with the nurse and had killed her out of jealousy. Gaffner, out of respect for the reputation of the deceased Miss Woertz, edited it down to Pike"s pursuit of her, with the crime of pa.s.sion occurring doubtless when his advances were repulsed. All this cooperation earned Broon the chance at a plea of guilty to murder second, with, whether the sentence was ten, fifteen, or twenty, a chance at parole in six.
Even though by funeral time-a ceremony for two, for Mr. and Mrs. Pike-the swarm of auditors and examiners were beginning to find that Tom Pike had been distributing newly invested capital to previous investors and calling it a distribution of capital gains, Fort Courtney was full of people who could not, and would never, believe that such a brilliant and warm and considerate and handsome and well-mannered man could have ever juggled a single account in any questionable manner, to say nothing of stabbing stabbing anyone. anyone.
No, it all had to be some kind of vicious and clever conspiracy, engineered by Them. They Them. They were the subtle, hidden enemy, hiring that Broon person, making some kind of intricate deal with him, and then probably taking over toe wonderful properties Tom Pike had such great plans for at the time of his death. were the subtle, hidden enemy, hiring that Broon person, making some kind of intricate deal with him, and then probably taking over toe wonderful properties Tom Pike had such great plans for at the time of his death.
So the funeral was well-attended. Biddy knew that all the allegations were so absurd as to be grotesque. And so did Janice Holton. Biddy was so certain, that I could not risk the slightest slur or shadow of doubt to color anything I said to her, or she would never have let me try to help her in any way. She kept going on tranquilizers and raw courage. I helped her close up toe house. It would be sold once all estate and inheritance matters were straightened out, and the funds would go to the unfortunate who had invested in Development Unlimited. Fortunately, as there was no doubt of Maureen"s having died first, the trust fund would go directly to Bridget. Because Maureen had signed certain papers in connection with her husband"s enterprises, had he died first, it was possible the monies might have been diverted to toe creditors of Development Unlimited.
She said she was going to drive on down to Casey Key and open up toe old house and stay there for a time, quite alone. She said she would be all right. She would walk the beach, get a lot of painting done, sort herself out.
The morning I was packing to leave the Wahini Lodge, Lorette Walker stopped by and said she heard from Cathy I was checking out. I asked her to come on in. She leaned against the countertop and lit a cigarette and said, "Stayed you a long time, huh?"
"I couldn"t tear myself away from this garden spot."
"Lot of things happened. Always like that wherever you go?"
"I"m happy to be able to say no."
"That"s no good way to fold a shirt! Mess it all up for sure." She came over and took the shirt back out of the bag, spread it out on toe bed, folded it quickly and deftly, and put it in the bag. "Best way," she said, backing off. "Sorry I couldn"t do you much good on what you wanted me to find out." lot of good. You"ll never know how "You did a much."
"But n.o.body come hard-nosing around to try to make me say it twice."
"I told you I"d leave you out of it." She said wistfully, "Could be better for me if you never did keep your word."
"How do you mean?"
"I told myself, back there when I wanted to trust you some, I said okay, gal, you just go ahead and he"ll mess you up good. Be a good lesson. Stop you from ever going soft again for any whitey."
"That"s why you did it?"
She put on a look of owlish innocence. "Well, then there was that chance of toe airplane ride you mentioned. I figured on Paris. Anyway, here"s toe change from that two hundred. I spent eighty of your dollars on people that didn"t have anything worth telling."
"So let"s split what you"ve got left there." She flared immediately. "So it means I got no right to tell myself I ever did a d.a.m.n thing for you just for a favor? You buying me for this sixty dollar, you think?"
"Right off the slave block, woman. You did a favor, but I"ve got no right to do a favor, according to you. I know you didn"t expect a dime, but by G.o.d you"ll take that sixty dollars and you"ll buy yourself a pretty suit, something tailored, maybe a good medium shade of blue, and you will wear that d.a.m.ned suit, and you will accept it as a gesture of friendship and trust."
"Well... I guess you you don"t need no lessons in coming on mean, mister. I... I guess I can take it like it"s meant. And thank you very much. You"re sure? The only thing I got a right to do with it is buy a winter suit?" don"t need no lessons in coming on mean, mister. I... I guess I can take it like it"s meant. And thank you very much. You"re sure? The only thing I got a right to do with it is buy a winter suit?"
"That"s how it has to be," I said, putting the sixty left over into my wallet.
She shrugged and smiled. "Well, then... got to get on back up to those rooms. We run pretty full last night."
I held my hand out. "You helped a lot. And a pleasure to get to know you, Mrs. Walker."
After a moment of wary hesitation she shook hands. "Same to you. Good-bye."
She opened the door and turned back, her hand on the k.n.o.b, and looked at me and moistened her lips. "McGee, you have a nice safe trip back home, hear?" She bolted out and closed the door. My last glimpse and last impression of her was of the slender and vital brown of her quick legs. Another lady in a plain brown wrapper. No, that was not a good a.n.a.logy, because there was nothing very plain about that sleek wrapper. It was special- flawless, matte finish and inordinately lovely.
I went back knowing that whatever had been wrong with me, any restlessness, irritability, mooniness, had come to an abrupt end. Seeing him hanging and turning so slowly had brought me back to the fullness of life, probably just because his was so evidently gone. I was full of offensive cheer, bounding health, party plans.
Three months later, on a windy gray afternoon in January, Bridget Pearson appeared. She apologized for showing up at Bahia Mar without any advance notice at all. She said it had been an impulse.
She came aboard The Busted Flush The Busted Flush and sat in the lounge and took neat small sips of her drink and seemed to smile too quickly and too often. The weeks had gaunted her down and in some eerie way she had acquired that same slightly haggard elegance that Helena had evidenced at the time we sailed away in the and sat in the lounge and took neat small sips of her drink and seemed to smile too quickly and too often. The weeks had gaunted her down and in some eerie way she had acquired that same slightly haggard elegance that Helena had evidenced at the time we sailed away in the Likely Lady. Likely Lady. The long legs were the same, and the way she held her hands, and I knew that all of her was so much the same that it would be like an old love revisited. The long legs were the same, and the way she held her hands, and I knew that all of her was so much the same that it would be like an old love revisited.
She told me that she was restless, wondering what to do with herself, thinking maybe she might go on a trip of some sort. She said she kept coming up with strange little inconsistencies in her memories of Tom Pike. They bothered her. As if there had been something warped and strange that she had been too close to. Was everything the way she believed it had been? Could I help her understand?
Why, now, don"t you trouble your purty little head about a thang, little sweetheart. Why, for goodness sake, ol" Uncle Trav will take you on off a-cruisin" on this here comfortable and luxurious ol" crock houseboat, and he"ll just talk kindly to you and comfort you and love you up good, and that"ll put the real sunshine back in your purty little smile.
I thought of what it would do to her eyes and to the shape of her mouth if I ever told her how it had been for her mother and me aboard the Likely Lady Likely Lady in that long-ago Bahama summertime. I tried to sort out the intervals. I am X years older than this lovely young lady and I was X years younger than her lovely mother. in that long-ago Bahama summertime. I tried to sort out the intervals. I am X years older than this lovely young lady and I was X years younger than her lovely mother.
No, thanks. It was too late for me to take a lead role in a maritime version of The Graduate. The Graduate. And even had it been possible under my present circ.u.mstances, I did not want to astound myself with the unavoidably queasy excitements of an incestuous sort of relationship. And even had it been possible under my present circ.u.mstances, I did not want to astound myself with the unavoidably queasy excitements of an incestuous sort of relationship.
I let too many long moments pa.s.s. I could sense that she had thought it all over quite carefully and had come with the definite purpose of opening the door a little way, thinking that I would take over from there. The half-stated offer was withdrawn. We made a little polite talk. I told her I had not seen anything particularly inconsistent about Tom Pike." And that was the truth. She said she was going to meet some friends in Miami and she had better go. I told her I was sorry she couldn"t stay longer. She turned when she was halfway along the dock and gave me a merry wave and went striding on, out of my life.
I went back below and freshened my drink and mixed some Plymouth with some fresh grapefruit juice for the lady.
She was sitting on the side of the big bed in the master stateroom, filing her nails. She wore a big fuzzy yellow towel wrapped and tucked around her. She lifted her head sharply to toss her dark hair back and looked at me with a twisted and cynical smile.
"A wealth of opportunity, McGee?"
"Or it never rains but it pours."
"Let me see. Finders keepers, losers weepers. How did she seem?"
"Gaunt. Haunted. At loose ends."
"Wanting comforting? How sweet! And did you tell the poor dear thing to come back some other day?"
"Any show of jealousy always comforts me," I said, and gave her her drink. She sipped it and smiled her thanks and reached and put it on the top of the nearby locker. I stretched out behind her and propped my head up on a pair of pillows.
"Sorry I was here?" she asked.
"Been the same thing. I would have had to go with my instinct. And it said no dice."
"She"s very pretty."
"And rich. And talented."
"Hmmm!" she said. The file made little rasping sounds. I sipped my drink. "Mr. McGee, sir? Which really surprised you most? Her showing up or me showing up?"
"You. Definitely. Looked down from the sundeck and saw you standing there and nearly choked to death." I reached an idle finger and hooked it into the back of the wrapped and tucked towel. One gentle tug untucked it and it fell, pooling around her. She slowly straightened her long, slender, lovely back. She reached and picked up her drink and took half of it down, then replaced it.
"May I a.s.sume you are quite serious, Mr. McGee?"
"It is crummy weather out there, and you have an extraordinarily fine back, and you were pleasantly b.i.t.c.hy about Miss Pearson, so I am serious, my dear."
"Shall I bother to finish these last three fingernails?"
"Please do, Mrs. Holton."
"I shall try to finish them, Mr. McGee. I think it would be good for my character, what little I have left."
So I listened to the busy little buzz of the nail file and admired her, and sipped the drink, and thought about the way she had looked that day I had watched her spray-painting that old blue metal chaise.
And then I heard the wind-blown January rain move in from the sea and across the beaches and the boat basin and roar softly and steadily down on the weather decks of my houseboat.