”I’ve been a member of this organization a long time, off and on,“ I said. ”I know how it works. I know that if he really wants me, he can get me-dead. I’ll even make it easy for him. I’m sticking to my cover as Lash Petroni, hoodlum. If I’m mowed down one dark night, it’ll just go down in the records as another syndicate kill. If that’s what he wants, tell him to go ahead. I won’t even duck. I’ve got other things to do besides watching the bushes for hidden guns.“
Perry asked quickly, ”Other things? What other things do you have to do, Eric?“
”Never mind,“ I said. ”He’ll know. Just tell him the choice. He can have me killed. That’s all he can do without risking a massacre that’ll hit front pages clear across the country. I won’t stand still for the dog-catcher with the net. I won’t stand still for interference of any kind. If I bump into one of the boys, I’ll go for him without asking questions. A savage battle to the death between agents of a super-secret government organization wouldn’t look very nice in the headlines, would it? The publicity would put him out of business, and he knows it. And it’s just what I’ll give him if he tries any more of this horsing around. Tell him to send out the elimination squads or forget it. I’ll be in touch when I have something to report.“
”Eric,“ Perry said, ”Eric, I want you to consider carefully the consequences of-“
”Never mind the consequences,“ I said. ”He’ll know what I’m doing and why I’m doing it. If he wants it done, tell him, leave me alone. If he doesn’t, shoot me. That’s his choice. And now you can tell your driver to get your patient the hell out of my car, but don’t you move until I give the word-“
It was a tricky business, but not as bad as it might have been. He was just an expert on medical matters; I didn’t have to worry about him. Pretty boy Alan wouldn’t have worried me under any circumstances, certainly not with his mind on his tummy. The driver was my only real concern. He was probably an old pro, but I gave him no chance to prove it. While he was helping the walking wounded from one car to the other, I stepped into the little Ford and took off.
The mirror showed me an argument behind me. The driver obviously wanted to drop everything and come after me. In a 3.8 Jag sedan he could have run circles around what I was driving. But Dr. Perry had sworn an oath to Aesculapus, and his primary concern, after all, was Alan, not me. When last seen, they were loading the patient carefully into the imported sedan with the buggy-whip antenna.
Driving away, I tried to guess what Mac would do when he got my message. He’d get mad, of course, but that didn’t matter; he wasn’t a man to let temper affect his course of action. On the other hand, if he really thought I’d flipped and was an active menace- Come to think of it, I had been kind of casual about slipping that knife into Alan without even waiting for identification.
I shook my head quickly. Whether my brain was running smoothly on six cylinders or limping along on five, it was all the brain I had available. And there’s a kind of unwritten rule in the organization that goes: nobody dies for nothing. It doesn’t apply to sentimental schnooks like Alan, who get perforated making like damn fools on their own time. But Jean had been on duty when she died, grimly sticking out a lousy assignment.
And I’d been there. She’s got to survive, of course, Mac had said. Those had been my orders. Exactly why she had died wasn’t very important, in this connection. It had been my job to see that she didn’t. The least I could do was take over where she’d left off, so her death wouldn’t be, let’s say, wasted. it was very quiet at the Tidewater Motel when I reached it. The pool was deserted again. The water still looked blue-green and cold. The window of unit seventeen was dark. I knocked softly. The light came on, footsteps approached the door and it opened to show me the small face of Teddy Michaelis, yawning.
”You took long enough,“ she said. ”Come in.“
NINE
SFIE WAS A pajama girl, which, if I’d come for pleasure instead of business, I’d have found disappointing: nighties are much nicer. With her short, blonde hair, in her loose blue-flowered silk coat and tapering blue trousers, she looked like a small, sleepy, barefoot boy.
”Well, get inside before somebody sees you, stupid,“ she snapped when I didn’t move at once. I moved past her. She closed the door and locked it, saying, ”I hope you had sense enough to make sure you weren’t followed.“
The room had unpleasant associations for me. It was almost an exact duplicate of Jean’s, a few doors down. There was the same beige wall-to-wall carpet, the same blond furniture, and the same TV set on the same revolving stand. Only the feminine debris was different; Teddy Michaelis would never take any prizes for immaculate housekeeping, either.
I walked to the closet and looked inside. I inspected the bathroom and found it empty. I turned to look at the small, boyish figure standing by the door, watching me warily. Despite the aggressive attitude with which she’d greeted me, she was obviously scared. I could hardly blame her. From her point of view, it must have been kind of like inviting a man-eating tiger to tea.
”Let’s not play cowboys and Indians, doll,“ I said. ”Every cop in the state knows my car after the alarm that went out. What was I supposed to do, take it out in the woods and paint it pink, just for you?“ She looked disconcerted, and I went on, ”As far as I know, I came here clean. But I’m not guaranteeing how long it will last.“
”Now,“ I said, ”say something that makes it worth my trouble.“ I glanced around once more, and decided to take a chance on a mike. It didn’t seem likely, under the circumstances, that she was in league with the police; and if anybody else was setting traps for me, I might as well take the bait and see what happened next. ”Let’s start with why you lied to the cops for me, doll,“ I said.
”Don’t call me that.“
I made her a sweeping bow. ”I humbly apologize for the familiarity, Miss Michaelis, ma’am.“
”Papa used to call me doll,“ she said, still standing there watching me, unmoving. ”That’s why-“ She stopped.
”That’s why you don’t want to hear it from my degenerate lips?“
She smiled slowly. She was gaining confidence, I saw. She hadn’t known just what to expect when I first came in: a hoodlum, a murderer. Now she was realizing that, depraved and wicked though Petroni might be, he was fundamentally just another male.
”You said that,“ she murmured. ”I didn’t.“
”Your meaning got through, honey,“ I said. ”Loud and clear. Any objection to honey?“
Her smile remained. ”If you have to call me something, why not try Teddy?“
”Teddy,“ I said. ”Like in bear. Okay, Teddy.“ I frowned at her. ”So Papa used to call you doll?“ She nodded. I said, ”And Papa is Dr. Norman Michaelis, scientist, electronics expert, and Washington bigshot. Widower. One daughter and a private income from his inventions. I like that private income, Teddy. Folks with private incomes can afford to pay for their notions, even the crazy ones. What’s your notion in getting me out of jail and asking me here?“
She didn’t answer the direct question. She was frowning right back at me. ”You checked up on me?“
”Did you think I wouldn’t? A mouse I’ve never seen before saves me from the cops and asks me to a conference in her motel room. Would I walk in cold?“
She hesitated, and asked curiously, ”What’s a mouse, Jim?“
”Don’t act dumb. A mouse is a broad.“
”I mean,“ she persisted, ”is it good or bad? Like dream-boat? Or like bitch?“
”A mouse,“ I said, ”is something small and cuddly. Like a doll, which is what your daddy used to call you. Let’s stick with that. Let’s brush it hard and see where the dandruff falls. Used to? What made him stop?“ She looked at me and didn’t answer. I said, as if quoting from memory, which I was, ”Dr. Norman Michaelis is currently resting and relaxing aboard a seagoing yacht belonging to friends. That’s the official scoop. Don’t ask me how I got it. I’ve got connections.“
Actually, I’d got it from the dope given me by Mac during the preliminary briefing. Michaelis’ disappearance had been temporarily covered up, to avoid embarrassing questions while the search was in progress.
The little girl said quickly, ”It isn’t true. I suppose they mean the Freya, but she’s anchored up a creek not twenty miles from here, where she can’t be seen unless you’re right on top of her. Nobody’s aboard except Nick, the paid hand. They’ve painted out the name and home port, but how many jib-headed, eighty-foot schooners are there on the Bay? I got that much for my money, anyway, before somebody got to the man I’d hired and bought him off. Or scared him off. Anyway, he turned in one report and quit.“
I said, ”You’re throwing it at me fast. Is it supposed to make sense? What’s a jib-headed schooner?“
”A schooner is a two-masted sailing vessel, fore-and-aft rigged, with the taller mast aft. If it has a Marconi mainsail, it’s jib-headed. Because it comes to a point at the top like a jib, get it? Or do I have to tell you what a jib is, Jim?“
I hadn’t reacted the first time she used my name, so this time she called attention to it with a little smile; she was treating me just like a human being. She wasn’t scared a bit, even if I did go around killing people, her smile said. She found a cigarette on the dresser, lit it, and sat down on the bed facing me, smoking bravely.
”The jib’s the little triangular sail up front. I know that much,“ I said. ”And Freya was the Norse goddess of love and beauty. And an eighty-footer is a lot of boat, for a private yacht. And who did you hire to do what, Teddy?“
”A private detective from a New York agency. I’ve been working in New York. When Papa disappeared-“
”Disappeared?“
”His letters stopped coming. I called his lab in Washington and they said he was taking a vacation, but he hadn’t written me anything about it. They said he’d come down here. They sounded-well, funny. So I called her long distance-“
”Who?“
”You know. You met her. The horsy aristocratic lady with the sharp, sharp eye.“
”Mrs. Rosten?“
Teddy nodded. ”And she said he was off cruising somewhere, like you just told me. She’d lent him the schooner, she said.“
”I see. Well, I wish I had a handsome lady friend who lent me eighty-foot yachts. So your daddy used to call you doll, but he doesn’t any more, because he’s off cruising the seven seas in a schooner that’s tied up in a creek twenty miles from here with the name painted out. An4 you sent a New York private eye to investigate, and he came back with his tail between his legs. And just where the hell does this Rosten dame come into the act, anyway?“
Teddy hesitated. ”Papa-well, Papa was crazy about her,“ she said reluctantly.
”Tsk, tsk,“ I said. ”A married woman? How did she feel about it?“
”Feel?“ There was sudden viciousness in the little girl’s voice. ”What makes you think she’s got feelings, that female vampire? Don’t flatter her, Jim!“
”In other words,“ I said, ”you don’t like her very much.“
”She’s a monster!“ the girl said fiercely. ”Who was that ancient character who turned men into swine?“
”Circe, I think,“ I said. ”She wasn’t ancient at the time, as I recall.“
”Well, this one is,“ Teddy said. ”God, she must be almost forty, and she had Papa making a fool of himself like they were both kids in their teens!“
”Think of it,“ I said, ”an old hag like that. Almost forty!“
She glanced up quickly. I don’t exactly qualify as a dewy juvenile myself. She had the grace to look embarrassed.
”I didn’t mean-anyway, it’s different with a man.“
”Sure. Men age better.“
”Well, they do. I-I just couldn’t understand it. What he saw in her, I mean. It wasn’t as if she were pretty or anything, or even very bright. I mean, all she can talk about is horses and dogs and
