While she was being graceful about getting into the chair, Kirk stared at her openly. She was worth staring at. She was tall for a woman and missed being voluptuous by exactly the right margin. Her face was more lovely than beautiful, chiefly because of large eyes so blue they were almost purple. Her skin was flawless, her blonde hair worn in a medium bob fluffed out, and her smooth fitting tobacco brown suit must have been bought by appointment. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and was probably thirty.
Her expression was solemn and her smile fleeting, as was becoming to anyone calling on a Homicide Bureau. She placed on a corner of Kirk"s desk an alligator bag that matched her shoes and tucked pale yellow gloves the color of her blouse under the bag"s strap. Her slim fingers, ringless, moved competently and without haste.
"I am Naia North, Lieutenant Kirk."
"What"s on your mind, Miss North?"
She regarded him gravely, seeing gray-blue eyes that never quite lost their chill, a thin nose bent slightly to the left from an encounter with a drunken longsh.o.r.eman years before, the lean lines of a solid jaw, the dark hair that was beginning to thin out above the temples after thirty-five years. Even those who love him, she thought, must fear this man a little.
Martin Kirk felt his cheeks flush under the frank appraisal of those purple eyes. "You asked for me by name, Miss North. Why?"
"Aren"t you the officer who arrested the young man who today was sentenced to die?"
Only years of practise at letting nothing openly surprise him kept Kirk"s jaw from dropping. "... You mean Cordell?"
"Yes."
"I"m the one. What about it? What"ve you got to do with Paul Cordell?"
Naia North said quietly, "A great deal, I"m afraid. You see, I"m the woman who doesn"t exist; the one the newspapers call "the girl from Mars.""
It was what he had expected from her first question about the case. Any murder hitting the headlines brought at least one psycho out of the woodwork, driven by some deep-seated sense of guilt into making a phony confession. Those who were harmless were eased aside; the violent got detained for observation.
But Naia North showed none of the signs of the twisted mind. She was coherent, attractive and obviously there was money somewhere in her vicinity. While the last two items could have been true of a raving maniac, Kirk was human enough to be swayed by them.
"I"m afraid," he said, "you"ve come to the wrong man about this, Miss North." His smile was frank and winning enough to startle her. "The case is out of my hands; has been since the District Attorney"s office took over. Why don"t you take it up with them?"
Her short laugh was openly cynical. "I tried to, the day the trial ended. I got as far as a fourth a.s.sistant, who told me the case was closed, that new and conclusive evidence would be necessary to reopen it, and would I excuse him as he had a golf date. When I said I could give him new evidence, he looked at his watch and wanted me to write a letter. So I wrote one and his secretary promised to hand it to him personally. I"m still waiting for an answer."
"These things take time, Miss North. If I were you I"d--"
"I even tried to see Judge Reed. I got as far as his bailiff. If I"d state my business in writing.... I did; that"s the last I"ve heard from Judge Reed _or_ bailiff."
Kirk picked up his cigar from the edge of the desk and tapped the ash onto the floor. "Shall I," he said, his lips quirking, "ask you to write _me_ a letter?"
Naia North failed to respond to the light touch. "I"m through filling wastebaskets," she said flatly. "Either you do something about this or the newspapers get the entire story. Not that I"ll enjoy being a public spectacle, but at least they"ll give me some action."
"What do you want done?"
She put both elbows on the desk top and bent toward him. He caught the faint odor of bath salts rising from under the rounded neckline of her blouse. "That man must go free, Lieutenant. He didn"t kill his wife--_or_ Gregory Gilmore."
"Who did?"
She looked straight into his eyes. "I did."
"Why?"
Slowly she straightened and leaned back in the chair, her gaze shifting to a point beyond his left shoulder. "Nothing you haven"t heard before,"
she said tonelessly.
"We met several months ago and fell in love. I let him make the rules ... and after a while he got tired of playing. I didn"t--and I wanted him back. For weeks he avoided me."
"So you decided to kill him."
She seemed genuinely astonished at the remark. "Certainly not! But when I saw him take this woman--this a.s.sistant of his, or whatever she was--into his arms ... I suppose I went a little crazy."
"Now," Kirk said, "we"re getting down to cases. You know the evidence given at the trial--particularly that given by Gilmore"s secretary?"
"Of course."
"Then you know this Dakin woman was in the laboratory until a few minutes before Cordell showed up. You know that n.o.body could have gone into that laboratory without her seeing them. You know that Alma Dakin testified that there were only two people in there: Gilmore and Juanita Cordell. So, Miss North, how did you get in there after Alma Dakin left and before Paul Cordell arrived?"
"But I didn"t."
The Lieutenant"s air of triumph sagged under a sudden frown. "What do you mean you didn"t?"
"I didn"t enter the laboratory after Greg"s secretary left it. _I was there all along._"
Kirk"s head came up sharply. "You _what_?"
"I was there all the time," the girl repeated. "Since noon, to be exact.
I planned it that way. I knew everybody would be out to lunch between twelve and one, so I went to the laboratory with the intention of facing Greg there on his return. When I heard him and Mrs. Cordell coming along the corridor, I sort of lost my nerve and hid in a coat closet."
Martin Kirk had completely dropped his air of good-humored patience by this time, "You telling me you were hiding in there for almost five hours without them knowing it?"
Naia North shrugged her shoulders. "They had no reason to look in the closet. I"ll admit I hadn"t intended to--to spy on Greg. But I kept waiting for him to say or do something that would prove or disprove he was in love with Juanita Cordell, and not until his secretary left and he was alone with her did I discover what was between them. I must have come out of that dark hole like a tiger, Lieutenant. They jumped apart and two people never looked guiltier. He said something particularly nasty to me and I grabbed up a short length of shiny metal from the workbench and hit him across the side of the head before he knew what was happening. He fell down and the Cordell woman opened her mouth to scream and--and I hit her too."
She paused as though to permit Kirk to comment. "Go on," he said hoa.r.s.ely.
"There"s not much left," the girl said. "I was standing there still holding that piece of metal when the door crashed open and the dead woman"s husband ran in. He started to lunge across the room at me and I threw the thing I was holding at him. It struck him and he fell down. My only thought was to hide, for I realized I couldn"t go out through the outer office, and the only window was barred. So I hid in that closet again.
"It was only a few minutes before Paul Cordell regained consciousness.
He staggered out of the room and down the hall and I could hear a lot of excited talk and Greg"s secretary calling the police. Then I didn"t hear anything at all for a moment, so I came out of the closet and looked down the hall. The office door was closed, but it seemed so quiet in there that I tiptoed quickly to the inner door, opened it a crack and peered through. The office was deserted; evidently Cordell and Miss Dakin had gone out to direct the police when they showed up.
"When I saw there was no one in the main hall of the building itself, I simply walked out and left by another exit. No one I pa.s.sed even noticed me."
For a long time after Naia North had finished speaking, Martin Kirk sat as though carved from stone, staring blindly into s.p.a.ce. She knew he was thinking furiously, weighing the plausibility of what he had heard, trying to arrive at some method of corroborating it in a way that would stand up in a court of law.
"Miss North."
She came out of a reverie with a start, to find the Lieutenant"s eyes boring into hers. "This shiny hunk of metal you used: where is it now?"
"I"m sure I wouldn"t know. Probably some place in the laboratory, unless somebody took it away. I do seem to remember picking it up and tossing it back with several others like it on the bench."