She went to the table and pulled the drawer out. "See?"
Inside were three packages of bonds held together by thick rubber bands. Across the top of them lay a pink check on the Park Avenue Trust Company to the order of Mimi Jorgensen for ten thousand dollars, signed Clyde Miller Wynant, and dated January 3, 1933.
"Dated five days ahead," I said. "What kind of nonsense is that?"
"He said he hadn"t that much in his account and might not be able to make a deposit for a couple of days."
"There"s going to be h.e.l.l about this," I warned her. "I hope you"re ready for it."
"I don"t see why," she protested. "I don"t see why my husband-my former husband-can"t provide for me and his children if he wants to."
"Cut it out. What"d you sell him?"
"Sell him?"
"Uh-huh. What"d you promise to do in the next few days or he fixes it so the check"s no good?"
She made an impatient face. "Really, Nick, I think you"re a half-wit sometimes with your silly suspicions."
"I"m studying to be one. Three more lessons and I get my diploma. But remember I warned you yesterday that you"ll probably wind up in-"
"Stop it," she cried. She put a hand over my mouth. "Do you have to keep saying that? You know it terrifies me and-" Her voice became soft and wheedling. "You must know what I"m going through these days, Nick. Can"t you be a little kinder?"
"Don"t worry about me," I said. "Worry about the police." I went back to the telephone and called up Alice Quinn. "This is Nick. Nora said you-"
"Yes. Have you seen Harrison?"
"Not since I left him with you."
"Well, if you do, you won"t say anything about what I said last night, will you? I didn"t mean it, really I didn"t mean a word of it."
"I didn"t think you did," I a.s.sured her, "and I wouldn"t say anything about it anyway. How"s he feeling today?"
"He"s gone," she said.
"What?"
"He"s gone. He"s left me."
"He"s done that before. He"ll be back."
"I know, but I"m afraid this time. He didn"t go to his office. I hope he"s just drunk somewhere and-but this time I"m afraid. Nick, do you think he"s really in love with that girl?"
"He seems to think he is."
"Did he tell you he was?"
"That wouldn"t mean anything."
"Do you think it would do any good to have a talk with her?"
"No."
"Why don"t you? Do you think she"s in love with him?"
"No."
"What"s the matter with you?" she asked irritably.
"No, I"m not home."
"What? Oh, you mean you"re some place where you can"t talk?"
"That"s it."
"Are you-are you at her house?"
"Yes."
"Is she there?"
"No."
"Do you think she"s with him?"
"I don"t know. I don"t think so."
"Will you call me when you can talk, or, better still, will you come up to see me?"
"Sure," I promised, and we hung up.
Mimi was looking at me with amus.e.m.e.nt in her blue eyes. "Somebody"s taking my brat"s affairs seriously?"
When I did not answer her. she laughed and asked: "Is Dorry still being the maiden in distress?"
"I suppose so."
"She will be, too, as long as she can get anybody to believe in it. And you, of all people, to be fooled, you who are afraid to believe that-well-that I, for instance, am ever telling the truth."
"That"s a thought," I said. The doorbell rang before I could go on. Mimi let the doctor in-he was a roly-poly elderly man with a stoop and a waddle-and took him in to Gilbert.
I opened the table-drawer again and looked at the bonds, Postal Telegraph & Cable 5s, Sao Paulo City 6s, American Type Founders 6s, Certain-teed Products 5s, Upper Austria 6s, United Drugs 5s, Philippine Railway 4s, Tokio Electric Lighting 6s, about sixty thousand dollars at face value, I judged, and-guessing-between a quarter and a third of that at the market.
When the doorbell rang I shut the drawer and let Macaulay in. He looked tired. He sat down without taking off his overcoat and said: "Well, tell me the worst. What was he up to here?"
"I don"t know yet, except that he gave Mimi some bonds and a check."
"I know that." He fumbled in his pocket and gave me a letter: Dear Herbert:I am today giving Mrs. Mimi Jorgensen the securities listed below and a ten thousand dollar check on the Park Ave. Trust dated Jan. 3. Please arrange to have sufficient money there on that date to cover it. I would suggest that you sell some more of the public utility bonds, but use your own judgment. I find that I cannot spend any more time in New York at present and probably will not be able to get back here for several months, but will communicate with you from time to time. I am sorry I will not be able to wait over to see you and Charles tonight.Yours truly,Clyde Miller Wynant Under the sprawling signature was a list of the bonds.
"How"d it come to you?" I asked.
"By messenger. What do you suppose he was paying her for?"
I shook my head. "I tried to find out. She said he was "providing for her and his children." "
"That"s likely, as likely as that she"d tell the truth."
"About these bonds?" I asked. "I thought you had all his property in your hands."
"I thought so too, but I didn"t have these, didn"t know he had them." He put his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. "If all the things I don"t know were laid end to end...."
30.
Mimi came in with the doctor, said, "Oh, how do you do," a little stiffly to Macaulay, and shook hands with him. "This is Doctor Grant, Mr. Macaulay, Mr. Charles."
"How"s the patient?" I asked.
Doctor Grant cleared his throat and said he didn"t think there was anything seriously the matter with Gilbert, effects of a beating, slight hemorrhage of course, should rest, though. He cleared his throat again and said he was happy to have met us, and Mimi showed him out.
"What happened to the boy?" Macaulay asked me.
"Wynant sent him on a wild-goose chase over to Julia"s apartment and he ran into a tough copper."
Mimi returned from the door. "Has Mr. Charles told you about the bonds and the check?" she asked.
"I had a note from Mr. Wynant saying he was giving them to you," Macaulay said.
"Then there will be no-"
"Difficulty? Not that I know of."
She relaxed a little and her eyes lost some of their coldness. "I didn"t see why there should be but he"-pointing at me-"likes to frighten me."
Macaulay smiled politely. "May I ask whether Mr. Wynant said anything about his plans?"
"He said something about going away, but I don"t suppose I was listening very attentively. I don"t remember whether he told me when he was going or where."
I grunted to show skepticism; Macaulay pretended he believed her. "Did he say anything that you could repeat to me about Julia Wolf, or about his difficulties, or about anything connected with the murder and all?" he asked.
She shook her head emphatically. "Not a word I could either repeat or couldn"t, not a word at all. I asked him about it, but you know how unsatisfactory he can be when he wants. I couldn"t get as much as a grunt out of him about it."
I asked the question Macaulay seemed too polite to ask: "What did he talk about?"
"Nothing, really, except ourselves and the children, particularly Gil. He was very anxious to see him and waited nearly an hour, hoping he"d come home. He asked about Dorry, but he didn"t seem very interested."
"Did he say anything about having written Gilbert?"
"Not a word. I can repeat our whole conversation, if you want me to. I didn"t know he was coming, he didn"t even phone from downstairs. The doorbell just rang and when I went to the door there he was, looking a lot older than when I"d seen him last and even thinner, and I said, "Why, Clyde!" or something like that, and he said: "Are you alone?" I told him I was and he came in. Then he-" The doorbell rang and she went to answer it.
"What do you think of it?" Macaulay asked in a low voice.
"When I start believing Mimi," I said, "I hope I have sense enough not to admit it."
She returned from the door with Guild and Andy. Guild nodded to me and shook hands with Macaulay, then turned to Mimi and said: "Well, ma"am, I"ll have to ask you to tell-"
Macaulay interrupted him: "Suppose you let me tell what I have to tell first, Lieutenant. It belongs ahead of Mrs. Jorgensen"s story and-"
Guild waved a big hand at the lawyer "Go ahead." He sat down on an end of the sofa. Macaulay told him what he had told me that morning. When he mentioned having told it to me that morning Guild glanced bitterly at me, once, and thereafter ignored me completely. Guild did not interrupt Macaulay, who told his story clearly and concisely. Twice Mimi started to say something, but each time broke off to listen. When Macaulay had finished, he handed Guild the note about the bonds and check. "That came by messenger this afternoon."
Guild read the note very carefully and addressed Mimi: "Now then, Mrs. Jorgensen."
She told him what she had told us about Wynant"s visit, elaborating the details as he patiently questioned her, but sticking to her story that he had refused to say a word about anything connected with Julia Wolf or her murder, that in giving her the bonds and check he had simply said that he wished to provide for her and the children, and that though he had said he was going away she did not know where or when. She seemed not at all disturbed by everybody"s obvious disbelief. She wound up smiling, saying: "He"s a sweet man in a lot of ways, but quite mad."
"You mean he"s really insane, do you," Guild asked, "not just nutty?"
"Yes."
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh, you"d have to live with him to really know how mad he is," she replied airily.
Guild seemed dissatisfied. "What kind of clothes was he wearing?"
"A brown suit and brown overcoat and hat and I think brown shoes and a white shirt and a grayish necktie with either red or reddish brown figures in it."
Guild jerked his head at Andy. "Tell "em." Andy went out.
Guild scratched his jaw and frowned thoughtfully. The rest of us watched. When he stopped scratching, he looked at Mimi and Macaulay, but not at me, and asked: "Any of you know anybody that"s got the initials of D. W. Q.?"
Macaulay shook his head from side to side slowly.
Mimi said: "No. Why?"
Guild looked at me now. "Well?"
"I don"t know them."
"Why?" Mimi repeated.
Guild said: "Try to remember back. He"d most likely"ve had dealings with Wynant."
"How far back?" Macaulay asked.