to poor people so they could get a start. A goddamned fool, if you ask me,” Gerald ended sarcastically.
Shayne was calling central. He gave the number. The phone rang only half a ring before a woman’s voice answered. “Yes? Is this you, Bill?” She was plainly hysterical. Tears were in her voice.
Shayne felt sorry as hell for her. He said, “This isn’t Bill. I called to talk to him in case he got home earlier than I expected.”
“Have you seen him? Where is he?” she asked, and he could hear the hope in her voice. “When did he say he would be home?”
He said, “He asked me to tell you he might not be home for several hours.”
“I’ve been phoning everywhere,” Mrs. Gantry said. “Thank you so much. I feel greatly relieved. You see our baby is very sick. She was taken suddenly, and I wanted Bill to know about it. If you see him, will you please tell him. Who are you…?”
Shayne said gruffly, “I’m a friend of your husband’s,” and slammed the receiver on the hook. He got up pulling his handkerchief out of his pocket. Sweat was dampening his polo shirt and slacks, and they were sticking to his body. He wiped his face and turned to Seth Gerald. His gray eyes were bleak and the muscles in his gaunt face twitched.
“What did she say?” Gerald asked. His face was twitching nervously.
Shayne took time to light a cigarette. His big hands shook as he held the match to it. He walked toward the door taking slow, deliberate strides. He picked up his hat on the way, turned and said:
“Henry Elwood murdered Gantry cold and deliberately on his front porch tonight. I saw him take the gun from his desk and go out. I heard him order Gantry to be brought to his house because he thought Gantry had kept George Brand informed. I heard the shot. Elwood had ordered Andrews to bring Gantry there while I was riding with him after he had ordered me to leave Mrs. Roche’s car.
“I can produce a silenced revolver with Elwood’s fingerprints on it, and ballistics will say it killed Gantry,” Shayne continued. “Andrews witnessed the murder. He will probably be glad to testify if he isn’t scared out. Make me chief and I’ll arrest Elwood and throw him in his own stinking jail. The mayor will get headlines for acting promptly and decisively. If you do as I say you won’t have to hear those letters read in court.”
Gerald was pacing the floor, his hands locked behind his back. He gave no hint of being shocked, or even surprised, that Elwood had murdered Gantry in cold blood. He paused near the door and faced Shayne. “How do I know I can trust you,” he asked bitterly, “if I accede to your fantastic demand?”
“You don’t. Your only assurance is that you might have the power to kick me off the job if I don’t carry out my part of the bargain.”
“The mayor will think I’ve gone starkly insane,” he argued.
“Not if you convince him the people of Centerville are behind you,” grated Shayne. “Think it over, Gerald.”
“We’d better wait until a decent hour tomorrow morning…”
“Get on the phone now,” Shayne commanded. “It’s got to be done fast,” he went on inexorably, “while Elwood’s asleep and before he has a chance to destroy any of the evidence against him.” He turned from the door and sat down.
Gerald went reluctantly to the telephone. Shayne lit a cigarette and listened while he outlined the plan to the mayor of Centerville.
18
It was seven o’clock in the morning when Shayne closed the door of the mayor’s living room, leaving a quorum of the city council, the mayor and the city attorney still in conference after having been aroused from their beds and summoned into extraordinary session. The legality of the procedure had been gravely doubted by the attorney, but they had reached an agreement to take positive action at once and follow it up later with a regular session to confirm Shayne’s authority.
Shayne went on to the porch and stood dragging in deep breaths of the cool morning air, clearing his lungs of the thick cigar and cigarette smoke he had been inhaling for hours. The thing had been absurdly simple, as he had anticipated. One telephone call from the general manager of the Roche mines had set the necessary forces in motion. Seth Gerald had not appeared in the matter after that first telephone call. It had been evident from the beginning of the meeting that Henry Elwood had stepped on many important toes during his tenure, and they were not at all unhappy to have this chance to be rid of him.
Shayne went down the steps and got in his car, glanced at a slip of paper in his hand and drove directly to a two-family dwelling on the east side of Centerville.
A young woman came to the door when he rang the bell. Her hair wasn’t combed and her eyes were dull with sleep. She wore a cotton robe and carried a tiny baby in her arms. She said she was Mrs. Andrews, and looked worried when Shayne demanded to see her husband at once.
She said, “He’s asleep. He was on duty until three o’clock this morning.”
“Wake him up,” Shayne said with such authority that she nodded listlessly, invited him into a small living room, and went back to the bedroom.
Patrolman Andrews came in after a few minutes wearing his pants and an undershirt and yawning widely. He gave a start of surprise when he saw Shayne. “So it’s you,” he said stupidly. “Minna didn’t tell me…”
“It’s me,” Shayne agreed curtly and ungrammatically. “Things have been happening since last night, Andrews. Do you like your job?”
“My job?” Andrews frowned heavily. “Sure. It’s all right.”
“I’m Centerville’s new chief of police. Right now I haven’t anything to prove it except this.” He drew out his automatic and balanced it on his knee. “You can call the mayor to verify it if you wish. I just left his house.”
“I don’t get it. What about Chief Elwood?”
“I’ll be needing a desk sergeant to take Gantry’s place. I’m not promising anything, but a man who plays ball with me from the first won’t be in a bad spot for a promotion.”
“What about the chief?” he asked again. His voice was jerky and high-pitched.
“We’re coming to him right now. Can you find Gantry’s body and bring it in?”
“Gantry’s body? Christ… I don’t know…”
“Don’t give me any of that,” Shayne said harshly. “I saw Elwood shoot Gantry last night, and so did you. You disposed of the body. Now I want you to bring it in.”
“I can’t do that without them findin’ out what happened las’ night.”
“I’ve thought of an out for you so the story’ll look good in court… and you’ll be a hero. You couldn’t be prosecuted for carrying out the chief’s orders. Here’s the idea: We tell about the murder just as it happened. We both saw it and we tell a straight story. You took Gantry’s body out to the car as ordered, but you rebelled at ditching the corpse to cover up Elwood’s crime. So you kept Gantry in the car all night. Your conscience bothered you so much you decided to risk the consequences by bringing it in and telling the truth. Got that?”
“But what about Chief Elwood?” Andrews reiterated. He was shaking with a palsy of fear. “You saw what he did to Gantry las’ night. He’s a mean son-of-a-bitch and a devil on wheels when he gets goin’, and…”
“In the first place, Elwood isn’t chief any more. I’m going out to bring him in. He’ll be locked up, charged with Gantry’s murder, by the time you make your grandstand play. Is it a deal?”
“I dunno,” muttered Andrews. “Don’t seem like it’s possible.” He ran rough fingers through his hair and stared at Shayne. “Reckon I’d better check with the mayor first.”
“Call him right now.” Shayne stood up. “And don’t call anybody else, Andrews,” he added warningly. “If I walk into Elwood’s gun at his house I’ll kill him and then be back to settle with you.” He slid the automatic into his pocket and hurried out to his car, drove swiftly to Chief Elwood’s house and parked.
A tall, gaunt-faced woman came to the door. She wore a long white apron over her house dress, and when he asked to see Chief Elwood she shook her head decidedly and said, “Chief’s jest a-settin’ to ’is breakfast. I wouldn’ no-way bother ’im till he’s done eatin’.”
“Neither would I,” agreed Shayne pleasantly. “I’ll wait in his office down the hall, and you can tell him not to short his breakfast on my account.”
