I moved around through the trees and got close to the small lighted cabin on the slope. No sound came from it. I reached a screened window and looked in, The light came from a lamp on a night table beside a bed. A man lay flat on his back in the bed, his body relaxed, his arms in pajama sleeves outside the covers, his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. He looked big. His face was partly shadowed, but I could see that he was pale and that he needed a shave and had needed one for just about the right length of time. The spread fingers of his hands lay motionless on the outside of the bed. He looked as if he hadn"t moved for hours.
I heard steps coming along the path at the far side of the cabin. A screen door creaked and then the solid shape of Dr. Verringer showed in the doorway. He was carrying what looked like a large gla.s.s of tomato juice. He switched on a standing lamp. His Hawaiian shirt gleamed yellowly. The man in the bed didn"t even look at him.
Dr. Verringer put the gla.s.s down on the night table and pulled a chair close and sat down. He reached for one of the wrists and felt a pulse. "How are you feeling now, Mr. Wade?" His voice was kindly and solicitous.
The man on the bed didn"t answer him or look at him. He went on staring at the ceiling.
"Come, come, Mr. Wade. Let us not be moody. Your pulse is only slightly faster than normal. You are weak, but otherwise-"
"Tejjy," the man on the bed said suddenly, "tell the man that if he knows how I am, the son of a b.i.t.c.h needn"t bother to ask me." He had a nice clear voice, but the tone was bitter.
"Who is Tejjy?" Dr. Verringer said patiently.
"My mouthpiece. She"s up there in the corner."
Dr. Verringer looked up. "I see a small spider," he said. "Stop acing, Mr. Wade. It is not necessary with me."
"Tegenaria domestica, the common jumping spider, pal. I like spiders. They practically never wear Hawaiian shirts." the common jumping spider, pal. I like spiders. They practically never wear Hawaiian shirts."
Dr. Verringer moistened his lips. "I have no time for playfulness, Mr. Wade."
"Nothing playful about Tejjy." Wade turned his head slowly, as if it weighed very heavy, and stared at Dr. Verringer contemptuously. "Tejjy is dead serious. She creeps up on you. When you"re not looking she makes a quick silent hop. After a while she"s near enough. She makes the last jump. You get sucked dry, Doctor. Very dry. Tejjy doesn"t eat you. She just sucks the juice until there"s nothing left but the skin. If you plan to wear that shirt much longer, Doctor, I"d say it couldn"t happen too soon."
Dr. Verringer leaned back in the chair. "I need five thousand dollars," he said calmly. "How soon could that happen?"
"You got six hundred and fifty bucks," Wade said nastily. "As well as my loose change. How the h.e.l.l much does it cost in this bordello?"
"Chicken feed," Dr. Verringer said. "I told you my rates had gone up."
"You didn"t say they had moved to Mount Wilson."
"Don"t fence with me, Wade," Dr. Verringer said curtly. "You are in no position to get funny. Also you have betrayed my confidence."
"I didn"t know you had any."
Dr. Verringer tapped slowly on the arms of the chair. "You called me up in the middle of the night," he said. "You were in a desperate condition. You said you would kill yourself if I didn"t come. I didn"t want to do it and you know why. I have no license to practice medicine in this state. I am trying to get rid of this property without losing it all. I have Earl to look after and he was about due for a bad spell. I told you it would cost you a lot of money. You still insisted and I went. I want five thousand dollars."
"I was foul with strong drink," Wade said. "You can"t hold a man to that kind of bargain. You"re d.a.m.n well paid already."
"Also," Dr. Verringer said slowly, "you mentioned my name to your wife. You told her I was coming for you."
Wade looked surprised. "I didn"t do anything of the sort," he said. "I didn"t even see her. She was asleep."
"Some other time then. A private detective has been here asking about you. He couldn"t possibly have known where to come, unless he was told. I stalled him off, but he may come back. You have to go home, Mr. Wade. But first I want my five thousand dollars."
"You"re not the brightest guy in the world, are you, Doc? If my wife knew where I was, why would she need a detective? She could have come herself-supposing she cared that much. She could have brought Candy, our houseboy. Candy would cut your Blue Boy into thin strips while Blue Boy was making up his mind what picture he was starring in today."
"You have a nasty tongue, Wade. And a nasty mind."
"I have a nasty five thousand bucks too, Doc. Try and get it."
"You will write me a check," Dr. Verringer said firmly. "Now, at once. Then you will get dressed and Earl will take you home."
"A check?" Wade was almost laughing. "Sure I"ll give you a check. Fine. How will you cash it?"
Dr. Verringer smiled quietly. "You think you will stop payment, Mr. Wade. But you won"t. I a.s.sure you that you won"t."
"You fat crook!" Wade yelled at him.
Dr. Verringer shook his head. "In some things, yes. Not in all. I am a mixed character like most people. Earl will drive you home."
"Nix. That lad makes my skin crawl," Wade said.
Dr. Verringer stood up gently and reached over and patted the shoulder of the man on the bed. "To me Earl is quite harmless, Mr. Wade. I have ways of controlling him."
"Name one," a new voice said, and Earl came through the door in his Roy Rogers outfit. Dr. Verringer turned smiling.
"Keep that psycho away from me," Wade yelled, showing fear for the first time.
Earl put his hands on his ornamented belt. His face was deadpan. A light whistling noise came from between his teeth. He moved slowly into the room.
"You shouldn"t have said that," Dr. Verringer said quickly, and turned towards Earl. "All right, Earl. I"ll handle Mr. Wade myself. I"ll help him get dressed while you bring the car up here as close to the cabin as possible. Mr. Wade is quite weak."
"And he"s going to be a lot weaker," Earl said in a whistling kind of voice. "Out of my way, fatso."
"Now, Earl-" he reached out and grabbed the handsome young man"s arm-"you don"t want to go back to Camarillo, do you? One word from me and-"
That was as far as he got. Earl jerked his arm loose and his right hand came up with a flash of metal. The armored fist crashed against Dr. Verringer"s jaw. He went down as if shot through the heart. The fall shook the cabin. I started running.
I reached the door and yanked it open. Earl spun around, leaning forward a little, staring at me without recognition. There was a bubbling sound behind his lips. He started for me fast.
I jerked the gun out and showed it to him. It meant nothing. Either his own guns were not loaded or he had forgotten all about them. The bra.s.s knuckles were all he needed. He kept coming.
I fired through the open window across the bed. The crash of the gun in the small room seemed much louder than it should have been. Earl stopped dead. His head slewed around and he looked at the hole in the window screen. He looked back at me. Slowly his face came alive and he grinned.
"Wha" happen?" he asked brightly.
"Get rid of the knucks," I said, watching his eyes.
He looked surprisingly down at his hand. He slipped the mauler off and threw it casually in the corner.
"Now the gun belt," I said. "Don"t touch the guns, just the buckle."
"They"re not loaded," he said smiling. "h.e.l.l, they"re not even guns, just stage money."
"The belt. Hurry it."
He looked at the short-barreled .32. "That a real one? Oh sure it is. The screen. Yeah, the screen."
The man on the bed wasn"t on the bed any more. He was behind Earl. He reached swiftly and pulled one of the bright guns loose. Earl didn"t like this. His face showed it.
"Lay off him," I said angrily. "Put that back where you got it."
"He"s right," Wade said. "They"re cap guns." He backed away and put the shiny pistol on the table. "Christ, I"m as weak as a broken arm."
"Take the belt off," I said for the third time. When you start something with a type like Earl you have to finish it. Keep it simple and don"t change your mind.
He did it at last, quite amiably. Then, holding the belt, he walked over to the table and got his other gun and put it in the holster and put the belt right back on again. I let him do it. It wasn"t until then that he saw Dr. Verringer crumpled on the floor against the wall. He made a sound of concern, went quickly across the room into the bathroom, and came back with a gla.s.s jug of water. He dumped the water on Dr. Verringer"s head. Dr. Verringer sputtered and rolled over. Then he groaned. Then he clapped a hand to his jaw. Then he started to get up. Earl helped him.
"Sorry, Doc. I must have just let fly without seeing who it was."
"It"s all right, nothing broken," Verringer said, waving him away. "Get the car up here, Earl. And don"t forget the key for the padlock down below."
"Car up here, sure. Right away. Key for the padlock. I got it. Right away, Doc."
He went out of the room whistling.
Wade was sitting on the side of the bed, looking shaky. "You the d.i.c.k he was talking about?" he asked me. "How did you find me?"
"Just asking around from people who know about these things," I said. "If you want to get home, you might get clothes on."
Dr. Verringer was leaning against the wall, ma.s.saging his jaw. "I"ll help him," he said thickly. "All I do is help people and all they do is kick me in the teeth."
"I know just how you feel," I said.
I went out and left them to work at it.
TWENTY.
The car was close by when they came out, but Earl was gone. He had stopped the car, cut the lights, and walked back towards the big cabin without saying anything to me. He was still whistling, groping for some half-remembered tune.
Wade climbed carefully into the back seat and I got in beside him. Dr. Verringer drove. If his jaw hurt badly and his head ached, he didn"t show it or mention it. We went over the ridge and down to the end of the graveled drive. Earl had already been down and unlocked the gate and pulled it open. I told Verringer where my car was and he pulled up close to it. Wade got into it and sat silent, staring at nothing. Verringer got out and went round beside him. He spoke to Wade gently.
"About my five thousand dollars, Mr. Wade. The check you promised me."
Wade slid down and rested his head on the back of the seat. "I"ll think about it."
"You promised it. I need it."
"Duress, the word is, Verringer, a threat of harm. I have protection now."
"I fed and washed you," Verringer persisted. "I came in the night. I protected you, I cured you-for the time being, at least."
"Not five grand worth," Wade sneered. "You got plenty out of my pockets."
Verringer wouldn"t let go. "I have a promise of a connection in Cuba, Mr. Wade. You are a rich man. You should help others in their need. I have Earl to look after. To avail myself of this opportunity I need the money. I will pay it back in full."
I began to squirm. I wanted to smoke, but I was afraid it would make Wade sick.
"Like h.e.l.l you"d pay it back," Wade said wearily. "You won"t live long enough. One of these nights Blue Boy will kill you in your sleep."
Verringer stepped back. I couldn"t see his expression, but his voice hardened. "There are more unpleasant ways to die," he said. "I think yours will be one of them."
He walked back to his car and got into it. He drove in through his gates and was gone. I backed and turned and headed towards the city. After a mile or two Wade muttered: "Why should I give that fat slob five thousand dollars?"
"No reason at all."
"Then why do I feel like a b.a.s.t.a.r.d for not giving it to him?"
"No reason at all."
He turned his head just enough to look at me. "He handled me like a baby," Wade said. "He hardly left me alone for fear Earl would come in and beat me up. He took every dime I had in my pockets."
"You probably told him to."
"You on his side?"
"Skip it," I said. "This is just a job to me."
Silence for a couple of miles more. We went past the fringe of one of the outlying suburbs. Wade spoke again.
"Maybe I"ll give it to him. He"s broke. The property is foreclosed. He won"t get a dime out of it. All on account of that psycho. Why does he do it?"
"I wouldn"t know."
"I"m a writer," Wade said. "I"m supposed to understand what makes people tick. I don"t understand one d.a.m.n thing about anybody."
I turned over the pa.s.s and after a climb the lights of the valley spread out endlessly in front of us. We dipped down to the highway north and west that goes to Ventura. After a while we pa.s.sed through Encino. I stopped for a light and looked up towards the lights high on the hill where the big houses were. In one of them the Lennoxes had lived. We went on.
"The turn-off is pretty close now," Wade said. "Or do you know it?"
"I know it."
"By the way, you haven"t told me your name."
"Philip Marlowe."
"Nice name." His voice changed sharply, saying: "Wait a minute. You the guy that was mixed up with Lennox?"
"Yeah."