They rode in a taxicab to his rooms. For most of the ride they were silent. Once she said suddenly: "In that dream-I didn"t tell you-the key was gla.s.s and shattered in our hands just as we got the door open, because the lock was stiff and we had to force it."
He looked sidewise at her and asked: "Well?"
She shivered. "We couldn"t lock the snakes in and they came out all over us and I woke up screaming."
"That was only a dream," he said. "Forget it." He smiled without merriment. "You threw my trout back-in the dream."
The taxicab stopped in front of his house. They went up to his rooms. She offered to help him pack, but he said: "No, I can do it. Sit down and rest. We"ve got an hour before the train leaves."
She sat in one of the red chairs. "Where are you-we going?" she asked timidly.
"New York, first anyhow."
He had one bag packed when the door-bell rang. "You"d better go into the bedroom," he told her and carried her bags in there. He shut the connecting door when he came out.
He went to the outer door and opened it.
Paul Madvig said: "I came to tell you you were right and I know it now."
"You didn"t come last night."
"No, I didn"t know it then. I got home right after you left."
Ned Beaumont nodded. "Come in," he said, stepping out of the doorway.
Madvig went into the living-room. He looked immediately at the bags, but let his glance roam around the room for a while before asking: "Going away?"
"Yes."
Madvig sat in the chair Janet Henry had occupied. His age showed in his face and he sat down wearily.
"How"s Opal?" Ned Beaumont asked.
"She"s all right, poor kid. She"ll be all right now."
"You did it to her."
"I know, Ned. Jesus, I know it!" Madvig stretched his legs out and looked at his shoes. "I hope you don"t think I"m feeling proud of myself." After a pause Madvig added: "I think-I know Opal"d like to see you before you go."
"You"ll have to say good-by to her for me and to Mom too. I"m leaving on the four-thirty."
Madvig raised blue eyes clouded by anguish. "You"re right, of course, Ned," he said huskily, "but-well-Christ knows you"re right!" He looked down at his shoes again.
Ned Beaumont asked: "What are you going to do with your not quite faithful henchmen? Kick them back in line? Or have they kicked themselves back?"
"Farr and the rest of those rats?"
"Uh-huh."
"I"m going to teach them something." Madvig spoke with determination, but there was no enthusiasm in his voice and he did not look up from his shoes. "It"ll cost me four years, but I can use those four years cleaning house and putting together an organization that will stay put."
Ned Beaumont raised his eyebrows. "Going to knife them at the polls?"
"Knife them, h.e.l.l, dynamite them! Shad"s dead. I"m going to let his crew run things for the next four years. There"s none of them that can build anything solid enough for me to worry about. I"ll get the city back next time and by then I"ll have done my housecleaning."
"You could win now," Ned Beaumont said.
"Sure, but I don"t want to win with those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds."
Ned Beaumont nodded. "It takes patience and guts, but it"s the best way to play it, I reckon."
"They"re all I"ve got," Madvig said miserably. "I"ll never have any brains." He shifted the focus of his eyes from his feet to the fireplace. "Have you got to go, Ned?" he asked almost inaudibly.
"Got to."
Madvig cleared his throat violently. "I don"t want to be a G.o.d-d.a.m.ned fool," he said, "but I"d like to think that whether you went or stayed you weren"t holding anything against me, Ned."
"I"m not holding anything against you, Paul."
Madvig raised his head quickly. "Shake hands with me?"
"Certainly."
Madvig jumped up. His hand caught Ned Beaumont"s, crushed it. "Don"t go, Ned. Stick it out with me. Christ knows I need you now. Even if I didn"t-I"ll do my d.a.m.ndest to make up for all that."
Ned Beaumont shook his head. "You haven"t got anything to make up for with me."
"And you"ll-?"
Ned Beaumont shook his head again. "I can"t. I"ve got to go."
Madvig released the other"s hand and sat down again, morosely, saying: "Well, it serves me right."
Ned Beaumont made an impatient gesture. "That"s got nothing to do with it." He stopped and bit his lip. Then he said bluntly: "Janet"s here."
Madvig stared at him.
Janet Henry opened the bedroom-door and came into the living-room. Her face was pale and drawn, but she held it high. She went straight up to Paul Madvig and said: "I"ve done you a lot of harm, Paul. I"ve-"
His face had become pale as hers. Now blood rushed into it. "Don"t, Janet," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "Nothing you could do." The rest of his speech was unintelligibly mumbled.
She stepped back, flinching.
Ned Beaumont said: "Janet is going away with me."
Madvig"s lips parted. He looked dumbly at Ned Beaumont and as he looked the blood went out of his face again. When his face was quite bloodless he mumbled something of which only the word "luck" could be understood, turned clumsily around, went to the door, opened it, and went out, leaving it open behind him.
Janet Henry looked at Ned Beaumont. He stared fixedly at the door.
Dashiell Hammett was born in St. Marys County, Maryland, in 1894. He grew up in Philadelphia and Baltimore. He left school at the age of fourteen and held several kinds of jobs thereafter-messenger boy, newsboy, clerk, timekeeper, yardman, machine operator, and stevedore. He finally became an operative for Pinkerton"s Detective Agency.
World War I, in which he served as a sergeant, interrupted his sleuthing and injured his health. When he was finally discharged from the last of several hospitals, he resumed detective work. Subsequently, he turned to writing, and in the late 1920s he became the unquestioned master of detective-story fiction in America. During World War II, Mr. Hammett again served as a sergeant in the Army, this time for more than two years, most of which he spent in the Aleutians. He died in 1961.
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