I stepped back and let her shut the door.
A mockingbird sang in a dark tree nearby. A car tore down the street much too fast and skidded around the next corner. The thin shreds of a girl"s laughter came back along the dark street as if the car had spilled them out in its rush.
The door opened after a while and the woman said: "You can come in."
I followed her across the big empty entrance room. A single dim light burned in one lamp, hardly reaching to the opposite wall. The place was too still, and the air needed freshening. We went along the hall to the end and up a flight of stairs with a carved handrail and newel post. Another hall at the top, a door open towards the back.
I was shown in at the open door and the door was closed behind me. It was a big sitting room with a lot of chintz, a blue and silver wallpaper, a couch, a blue carpet and french windows open on a balcony. There was an awning over the balcony.
Mrs. Murdock was sitting in a padded wing chair with a card table in front of her. She was wearing a quilted robe and her hair looked a little fluffed out. She was playing solitaire. She had the pack in her left hand and she put a card down and moved another one before she looked up at me.
Then she said: "Well?"
I went over by the card table and looked down at the game. It was Canfield.
"Merle"s at my apartment," I said. "She threw an ing-bing."
Without looking up she said: "And just what is an ing-bing, Mr. Marlowe?"
She moved another card, then two more quickly.
"A case of the vapors, they used to call it," I said. "Ever catch yourself cheating at that game?"
"It"s no fun if you cheat," she said gruffly. "And very little if you don"t. What"s this about Merle? She has never stayed out like this before. I was getting worried about her."
I pulled a slipper chair over and sat down across the table from her. It put me too low down. I got up and got a better chair and sat in that.
"No need to worry about her," I said. "I got a doctor and a nurse. She"s asleep. She was over to see Vannier."
She laid the pack of cards down and folded her big gray hands on the edge of the table and looked at me solidly.
"Mr. Marlowe," she said, "you and I had better have something out. I made a mistake calling you in the first place. That was my dislike of being played for a sucker, as you would say, by a hardboiled little animal like Linda. But it would have been much better, if I had not raised the point at all. The loss of the doubloon would have been much easier to bear than you are. Even if I had never got it back."
"But you did get it back," I said.
She nodded. Her eyes stayed on my face. "Yes. I got it back. You heard how."
"I didn"t believe it."
"Neither did I," she said calmly. "My fool of a son was simply taking the blame for Linda. An att.i.tude I find childish."
"You have a sort of knack," I said, "of getting yourselves surrounded with people who take such att.i.tudes."
She picked her cards up again and reached down to put a black ten on a red jack, both cards that were already in the layout. Then she reached sideways to a small heavy table on which was her port. She drank some, put the gla.s.s down and gave me a hard level stare.
"I have a feeling that you are going to be insolent, Mr. Marlowe."
I shook my head. "Not insolent. Just frank. I haven"t done so badly for you, Mrs. Murdock. You did get the doubloon back. I kept the police away from you-so far. I didn"t do anything on the divorce, but I found Linda-your son knew where she was all the time-and I don"t think you"ll have any trouble with her. She knows she made a mistake marrying Leslie. However, if you don"t think you got value-"
She made a humph noise and played another card. She got the ace of diamonds up to the top line. "The ace of clubs is buried, darn it. I"m not going to get it out in time."
"Kind of slide it out," I said, "when you"re not looking,"
"Hadn"t you better," she said very quietly, "get on with telling me about Merle? And don"t gloat too much, if you have found out a few family secrets, Mr. Marlowe."
"I"m not gloating about anything. You sent Merle to Vannier"s place this afternoon, with five hundred dollars."
"And if I did?" She poured some of her port and sipped, eyeing me steadily over the gla.s.s.
"When did he ask for it?"
"Yesterday. I couldn"t get it out of the bank until today. What happened?"
"Vannier"s been blackmailing you for about eight years, hasn"t he? On account of something that happened on April 26th, 1933?"
A sort of panic twitched in the depths of her eyes, but very far back, very dim, and somehow as though it had been there for a long time and had just peeped out at me for a second.
"Merle told me a few things," I said. "Your son told me how his father died. I looked up the records and the papers today. Accidental death. There had been an accident in the street under his office and a lot of people were craning out of windows. He just craned out too far. There was some talk of suicide because he was broke and had fifty thousand life insurance for his family. But the coroner was nice and slid past that."
"Well?" she said. It was a cold hard voice, neither a croak nor a gasp. A cold hard utterly composed voice.
"Merle was Horace Bright"s secretary. A queer little girl in a way, overtimid, not sophisticated, a little girl mentality, likes to dramatize herself, very old-fashioned ideas about men, all that sort of thing. I figure he got high one time and made a pa.s.s at her and scared her out of her socks."
"Yes?" Another cold hard monosyllable prodding me like a gun barrel.
"She brooded and got a little murderous inside. She got a chance and pa.s.sed right back at him. While he was leaning out of a window. Anything in it?"
"Speak plainly, Mr. Marlowe. I can stand plain talk."
"Good grief, how plain do you want it? She pushed her employer out of a window. Murdered him, in two words. And got away with it. With your help."
She looked down at the left hand clenched over her cards. She nodded. Her chin moved a short inch, down, up.
"Did Vannier have any evidence?" I asked. "Or did he just happen to see what happened and put the bite on you and you paid him a little now and then to avoid scandal-and because you were really very fond of Merle?"
She played another card before she answered me. Steady as a rock.
"He talked about a photograph," she said. "But I never believed it. He couldn"t have taken one. And if he had taken one, he would have shown it to me-sooner or later."
I said: "No, I don"t think so. It would have been a very fluky shot, even if he happened to have the camera in his hand, on account of the doings down below in the street. But I can see he might not have dared to show it. You"re a pretty hard woman, in some ways. He might have been afraid you would have him taken care of. I mean that"s how it might look to him, a crook. How much have you paid him?"
"That"s none-" she started to say, then stopped and shrugged her big shoulders. A powerful woman, strong, rugged, ruthless and able to take it. She thought. "Eleven thousand one hundred dollars, not counting the five hundred I sent him this afternoon."
"Ah. It was pretty darn nice of you, Mrs. Murdock. Considering everything."
She moved a hand vaguely, made another shrug. "It was my husband"s fault," she said. "He was drunk, vile. I don"t think he really hurt her, but, as you say, he frightened her out of her wits. I-I can"t blame her too much. She has blamed herself enough all these years."
"She had to take the money to Vannier in person?"
"That was her idea of penance. A strange penance."
I nodded. "I guess that would be in character. Later you married Jasper Murdock and you kept Merle with you and took care of her. Anybody else know?"
"n.o.body. Only Vannier. Surely he wouldn"t tell anybody."
"No. I hardly think so. Well, it"s all over now. Vannier is through."
She lifted her eyes slowly and gave me a long level gaze. Her gray head was a rock on top of a hill. She put the cards down at last and clasped her hands tightly on the edge of the table. The knuckles glistened.
I said: "Merle came to my apartment when I was out. She asked the manager to let her in. He phoned me and I said yes. I got over there quickly. She told me she had shot Vannier."
Her breath was a faint swift whisper in the stillness of the room.
"She had a gun in her bag, G.o.d knows why. Some idea of protecting herself against men, I suppose. But somebody-Leslie, I should guess-had fixed it to be harmless by jamming a wrong size cartridge in the breech. She told me she had killed Vannier and fainted. I got a doctor friend of mine. I went over to Vannier"s house. There was a key in the door. He was dead in a chair, long dead, cold, stiff. Dead long before Merle went there. She didn"t shoot him. Her telling me that was just drama. The doctor explained it after a fashion, but I won"t bore you with it. I guess you understand all right."
She said: "Yes. I think I understand. And now?"
"She"s in bed, in my apartment. There"s a nurse there. I phoned Merle"s father long distance. He wants her to come home. That all right with you?"
She just stared.
"He doesn"t know anything," I said quickly. "Not this or the other time. I"m sure of that. He just wants her to come home. I thought I"d take her. It seems to be my responsibility now. I"ll need that last five hundred that Vannier didn"t get-for expenses."
"And how much more?" she asked brutally.
"Don"t say that. You know better."
"Who killed Vannier?"
"Looks like he committed suicide. A gun at his right hand. Temple contact wound. Morny and his wife were there while I was. I hid. Morny"s trying to pin it on his wife. She was playing games with Vannier. So she probably thinks he did it, or had it done. But it shapes up like suicide. The cops will be there by now. I don"t know what they will make of it. We just have to sit tight and wait it out."
"Men like Vannier," she said grimly, "don"t commit suicide."
"That"s like saying girls like Merle don"t push people out of windows. It doesn"t mean anything."
We stared at each other, with that inner hostility that had been there from the first. After a moment I pushed my chair back and went over to the french windows. I opened the screen and stepped out on to the porch. The night was all around, soft and quiet. The white moonlight was cold and clear, like the justice we dream of but don"t find.
The trees down below cast heavy shadows under the moon. In the middle of the garden there was a sort of garden within a garden. I caught the glint of an ornamental pool. A lawn swing beside it. Somebody was lying in the lawn swing and a cigarette tip glowed as I looked down.
I went back into the room. Mrs. Murdock was playing solitaire again. I went over to the table and looked down.
"You got the ace of clubs out," I said.
"I cheated," she said without looking up.
"There was one thing I wanted to ask you," I said. "This doubloon business is still cloudy, on account of a couple of murders which don"t seem to make sense now that you have the coin back. What I wondered was if there was anything about the Murdock Brasher that might identify it to an expert-to a man like old Morningstar."
She thought, sitting still, not looking up. "Yes. There might be. The coinmaker"s initials, E. B., are on the left wing of the eagle. Usually, I"m told, they are on the right wing. That"s the only thing I can think of."
I said: "I think that might be enough. You did actually get the coin back, didn"t you? I mean that wasn"t just something said to stop my ferreting around?"
She looked up swiftly and then down. "It"s in the strong room at this moment. If you can find my son, he will show it to you."
"Well, I"ll say good night. Please have Merle"s clothes packed and sent to my apartment in the morning."
Her head snapped up again and her eyes glared. "You"re pretty high-handed about all this, young man."
"Have them packed," I said. "And send them. You don"t need Merle any more-now that Vannier is dead."
Our eyes locked hard and held locked for a long moment. A queer stiff smile moved the corners of her lips. Then her head went down and her right hand took the top card off the pack held in her left hand and turned it and her eyes looked at it and she added it to the pile of unplayed cards below the layout, and then turned the next card, quietly, calmly, in a hand as steady as a stone pier in a light breeze.
I went across the room and out, closed the door softly, went along the hall, down the stairs, along the lower hall past the sun room and Merle"s little office, and out into the cheerless stuffy unused living room that made me feel like an embalmed corpse just to be in it.
The french doors at the back opened and Leslie Murdock stepped in and stopped, staring at me.
THIRTY-THREE.
His slack suit was rumpled and also his hair. His little reddish mustache looked just as ineffectual as ever. The shadows under his eyes were almost pits.
He was carrying his long black cigarette holder, empty, and tapping it against the heel of his left hand as he stood not liking me, not wanting to meet me, not wanting to talk to me.
"Good evening," he said stiffly. "Leaving?"
"Not quite yet. I want to talk to you."
"I don"t think we have anything to talk about. And I"m tired of talking."
"Oh yes we have. A man named Vannier."
"Vannier? I hardly know the man. I"ve seen him around. What I know I don"t like."
"You know him a little better than that," I said.
He came forward into the room and sat down in one of the I-dare-you-to-sit-in-me chairs and leaned forward to cup his chin in his left hand and look at the floor.
"All right," he said wearily. "Get on with it. I have a feeling you are going to be very brilliant. Remorseless flow of logic and intuition and all that rot. Just like a detective in a book."
"Sure. Taking the evidence piece by piece, putting it all together in a neat pattern, sneaking in an odd bit I had on my hip here and there, a.n.a.lyzing the motives and characters and making them out to be quite different from what anybody-or I myself for that matter-thought them to be up to this golden moment-and finally making a sort of world-weary pounce on the least promising suspect."
He lifted his eyes and almost smiled. "Who thereupon turns as pale as paper, froths at the mouth, and pulls a gun out of his right ear."
I sat down near him and got a cigarette out. "That"s right. We ought to play it together sometime. You got a gun?"