She turned sidewise in bed, laying her cheek against the topmost pillow, and began to cry. She made no sound. Her tears fell down on the pillow and made a greyish spot there.
He returned to the bed, sat down beside her again, and moved her head from the pillow to his shoulder.
She cried there silently for several minutes. Then m.u.f.fled words came from where her mouth was pressed against his coat: "Did-did you know I had been meeting him?"
"Yes."
She sat up straight, alarmed. "Did Dad know it?"
"I don"t think so. I don"t know."
She lowered her head to his shoulder so that her next words were m.u.f.fled. "Oh, Ned, I was with him only yesterday afternoon, all afternoon!"
He tightened his arm around her, but did not say anything.
After another pause she asked: "Who-who do you think could have done it to him?"
He winced.
She raised her head suddenly. There was no weakness in her now. "Do you know, Ned?"
He hesitated, wet his lips, mumbled: "I think I do."
"Who?" she asked fiercely.
He hesitated again, evading her eyes, then put a slow question to her: "Will you promise to keep it to yourself till the time comes?"
"Yes," she replied quickly, but when he would have spoken she stopped him by grabbing his nearer shoulder with both hands. "Wait. I won"t promise unless you"ll promise me that they won"t get off, that they"ll be caught and punished."
"I can"t promise that. n.o.body can."
She stared at him, biting her lip, then said: "All right, then, I"ll promise anyway. Who?"
"Did he ever tell you that he owed a gambler named Bernie Despain more money than he could pay?"
"Did-did this Despain-?"
"I think so, but did he ever say anything to you about owing-?"
"I knew he was in trouble. He told me that, but he didn"t say what it was except that he and his father had had a row about some money and that he was-"desperate" is what he said."
"Didn"t mention Despain?"
"No. What was it? Why do you think this Despain did it?"
"He had over a thousand dollars" worth of Taylor"s I O Us and couldn"t collect. He left town last night in a hurry. The police are looking for him now." He lowered his voice, looking a little sidewise at her. "Would you do something to help them catch and convict him?"
"Yes. What?"
"I mean something a bit off-color. You see, it"s going to be hard to convict him, but, if he"s guilty, would you do something that might be a little bit-well-off-color to make sure of nailing him?"
"Anything," she replied.
He sighed and rubbed his lips together.
"What is it you want done?" she asked eagerly.
"I want you to get me one of his hats."
"What?"
"I want one of Taylor"s hats," Ned Beaumont said. His face had flushed. "Can you get me one?"
She was bewildered. "But what for, Ned?"
"To make sure of nailing Despain. That"s all I can tell you now. Can you get it for me or can"t you?"
"I-I think I can, but I wish you"d-"
"How soon?"
"This afternoon, I think," she said, "but I wish-"
He interrupted her again. "You don"t want to know anything about it. The fewer know about it the better, and the same thing goes for your getting the hat." He put his arm around her and drew her to him. "Did you really love him, snip, or was it just because your father-"
"I did really love him," she sobbed. "I"m pretty sure-I"m sure I did."
2.
THE HAT TRICK.
I.
Ned Beaumont, wearing a hat that did not quite fit him, followed the porter carrying his bags through Grand Central Terminal to a Forty-second Street exit, and thence to a maroon taxicab. He tipped the porter, climbed into the taxicab, gave its driver the name of a hotel off Broadway in the Forties, and settled back lighting a cigar. He chewed the cigar more than he smoked it as the taxicab crawled through theater-bound traffic towards Broadway.
At Madison Avenue a green taxicab, turning against the light, ran full tilt into Ned Beaumont"s maroon one, driving it over against a car that was parked by the curb, hurling him into a corner in a shower of broken gla.s.s.
He pulled himself upright and climbed out into the gathering crowd. He was not hurt, he said. He answered a policeman"s questions. He found the hat that did not quite fit him and put it on his head. He had his bags transferred to another taxicab, gave the hotel"s name to the second driver, and huddled back in a corner, white-faced and shivering, while the ride lasted.
When he had registered at the hotel he asked for his mail and was given two telephone-memorandum-slips and two sealed envelopes without postage stamps.
He asked the bellboy who took him to his room to get him a pint of rye whisky. When the boy had gone he turned the key in the door and read the telephone-memoranda. Both slips were dated that day, one marked 4:50 P.M P.M., the other 8:05 P.M P.M. He looked at his wrist-watch. It was 8:45 P.M P.M.
The earlier slip read: At The Gargoyle At The Gargoyle. The later read: At Tom & Jerry"s. Will phone later At Tom & Jerry"s. Will phone later. Both were signed: Jack Jack.
He opened one of the envelopes. It contained two sheets of paper covered by bold masculine handwriting, dated the previous day.
She is staying at the Matin, room 1211, registered as Eileen Dale, Chicago. She did some phoning from the depot and connected with a man and girl who live E. 30th. They went to a lot of places, mostly speakies, probably hunting him, but don"t seem to have much luck. My room is 734. Man and girl named Brook seem to have much luck. My room is 734. Man and girl named Brook.
The sheet of paper in the other envelope, covered by the same handwriting, was dated that day.
I saw Deward this morning, but he says he did not know Bernie was in town. Will phone later.
Both of these messages were signed: Jack Jack.
Ned Beaumont washed, put on fresh linen from his bags, and was lighting a cigar when the bellboy brought him his pint of whisky. He paid the boy, got a tumbler from the bathroom, and drew a chair up to the bedroom-window. He sat there smoking, drinking, and staring down at the other side of the street until his telephone-bell rang.
"h.e.l.lo," he said into the telephone. "Yes, Jack....Just now....Where?...Sure....Sure, on my way."
He took another drink of whisky, put on the hat that did not quite fit him, picked up the overcoat he had dropped across a chair-back, put it on, patted one of its pockets, switched off the lights, and went out.
It was then ten minutes past nine o"clock.
II.
Through double swinging glazed doors under an electric sign that said Tom & Jerry"s Tom & Jerry"s down the front of a building within sight of Broadway, Ned Beaumont pa.s.sed into a narrow corridor. A single swinging door in the corridor"s left wall let him into a small restaurant. down the front of a building within sight of Broadway, Ned Beaumont pa.s.sed into a narrow corridor. A single swinging door in the corridor"s left wall let him into a small restaurant.
A man at a corner-table stood up and raised a forefinger at him. The man was of medium height, young and dapper, with a sleek dark rather good-looking face.
Ned Beaumont went over to him. ""Lo, Jack," he said as they shook hands.
"They"re upstairs, the girl and those Brook people," Jack told him. "You ought to be all right sitting here with your back to the stairs. I can spot them if they go out, or him coming in, and there"s enough people in the way to keep him from making you."
Ned Beaumont sat down at Jack"s table. "They waiting for him?"
Jack moved his shoulders. "I don"t know, but they"re doing some stalling about something. Want something to eat? You can"t get anything to drink downstairs here."
Ned Beaumont said: "I want a drink. Can"t we find a place upstairs where they won"t see us?"
"It"s not a very big joint," Jack protested. "There"s a couple of booths up there where we might be hidden from them, but if he comes in he"s likely to spot us."
"Let"s risk it. I want a drink and I might as well talk to him right here if he does show up."
Jack looked curiously at Ned Beaumont, then turned his eyes away and said: "You"re the boss. I"ll see if one of the booths is empty." He hesitated, moved his shoulders again, and left the table.
Ned Beaumont twisted himself around in his chair to watch the dapper young man go back to the stairs and mount them. He watched the foot of the stairs until the young man came down again. From the second step Jack beckoned. He said, when Ned Beaumont had joined him there: "The best of them"s empty and her back"s this way, so you can get a slant at the Brooks as you go over."
They went upstairs. The booths-tables and benches set within breast-high wooden stalls-were to the right of the stairhead. They had to turn and look through a wide arch and down past the bar to see into the second-floor dining-room.
Ned Beaumont"s eyes focused on the back of Lee Wilshire in sleeveless fawn gown and brown hat. Her brown fur coat was hanging over the back of her chair. He looked at her companions. At her left was a hawk-nosed long-chinned pale man, a predatory animal of forty or so. Facing her sat a softly fleshed red-haired girl with eyes set far apart. She was laughing.
Ned Beaumont followed Jack to their stall. They sat down with the table between them. Ned Beaumont sat with his back to the dining-room, close to the end of his bench to take full advantage of the wooden wing"s shelter. He took off his hat, but not his overcoat.
A waiter came. Ned Beaumont said: "Rye." Jack said: "Rickey."
Jack opened a package of cigarettes, took one out, and, staring at it, said: "It"s your game and I"m working for you, but this isn"t a h.e.l.l of a good spot to go up against him if he"s got friends here."
"Has he?"
Jack put the cigarette in a corner of his mouth so it moved batonwise with his words. "If they"re waiting here for him, it might be one of his hang-outs."
The waiter came with their drinks. Ned Beaumont drained his gla.s.s immediately and complained: "Cut to nothing."
"Yes, I guess it is," Jack said and took a sip from his gla.s.s. He set fire to the end of his cigarette and took another sip.
"Well," Ned Beaumont said, "I"m going up against him as soon as he shows."
"Fair enough," Jack"s good-looking dark face was inscrutable. "What do I do?"
Ned Beaumont said, "Leave it to me," and caught their waiter"s attention.
He ordered a double Scotch, Jack another rickey. Ned Beaumont emptied his gla.s.s as soon as it arrived. Jack let his first drink be carried away no more than half consumed and sipped at his second. Presently Ned Beaumont had another double Scotch and another while Jack had time to finish none of his drinks.
Then Bernie Despain came upstairs.
Jack, watching the head of the stairs, saw the gambler and put a foot on Ned Beaumont"s under the table. Ned Beaumont, looking up from his empty gla.s.s, became suddenly hard and cold of eye. He put his hands flat on the table and stood up. He stepped out of the stall and faced Despain. He said: "I want my money, Bernie."
The man who had come upstairs behind Despain now walked around him and struck Ned Beaumont very hard in the body with his left fist. He was not a tall man, but his shoulders were heavy and his fists were large globes.
Ned Beaumont was knocked back against a stall-part.i.tion. He bent forward and his knees gave, but he did not fall. He hung there for a moment. His eyes were gla.s.sy and his skin had taken on a greenish tinge. He said something n.o.body could have understood and went to the head of the stairs.
He went down the stairs, loose-jointed, pallid, and bare-headed. He went through the downstairs dining-room to the street and out to the curb, where he vomited. When he had vomited, he went to a taxicab that stood a dozen feet away, climbed into it, and gave the driver an address in Greenwich Village.
III.
Ned Beaumont left the taxicab in front of a house whose open bas.e.m.e.nt-door, under brown stone steps, let noise and light out into a dark street. He went through the bas.e.m.e.nt-doorway into a narrow room where two white-coated bar-tenders served a dozen men and women at a twenty-foot bar and two waiters moved among tables at which other people sat.
The balder bar-tender said, "For Christ"s sake, Ned!" put down the pink mixture he was shaking in a tall gla.s.s, and stuck a wet hand out across the bar.
Ned Beaumont said, ""Lo, Mack," and shook the wet hand.
One of the waiters came up to shake Ned Beaumont"s hand and then a round and florid Italian whom Ned Beaumont called Tony. When these greetings were over Ned Beaumont said he would buy a drink.
"Like h.e.l.l you will," Tony said. He turned to the bar and rapped on it with an empty c.o.c.ktail-gla.s.s. "This guy can"t buy so much as a gla.s.s of water tonight," he said when he had the bartenders" attention. "What he wants is on the house."
Ned Beaumont said: "That"s all right for me, so I get it. Double Scotch."
Two girls at a table in the other end of the room stood up and called together: "Yoo-hoo, Ned!"
He told Tony, "Be back in a minute," and went to the girls" table. They embraced him, asked him questions, introduced him to the men with them, and made a place for him at their table.