Donny said: “She ought to.” He smiled at Luise Fischer. “Hello, baby. Everything O.K.?”
She said: “How do you do? I think it is.”
He looked at her hands. “Where’s the rings?”
“We had to leave them up there.”
“I told you!” His voice was bitter. “I told you you’d ought to let me sold them.” He turned to Klaus. “Can you beat that?”
The lawyer did not say anything.
Fan had taken Evelyn to the sofa and was soothing her.
Luise Fischer asked: “Have you heard from—”
“Brazil?” Donny said before she could finish her question. He nodded. “Yep. He’s O.K.” He glanced over his shoulder at the girl on the sofa, then spoke rapidly in a low voice. “He’s at the Hilltop Sanatorium, outside of town —supposed to have D.T.‘s. You know he got plugged in the side. He’s O.K., though—Doc Barry’s keep him under cover and fix him up good as new. He—”
Luise Fischer’s eyes were growing large. She put a hand to her throat. “But he—Dr. Ralph Barry?” she demanded.
Donny wagged his head up and down. “Yes. He’s a good guy. He’ll—”
“But he is a friend of Kane Robson’s!” she cried. “I met him there, at Robson’s house.” She turned to Klaus. “He was with him in the restaurant last night—the fat one.”
The men stared at her.
She caught Klaus’s arm and shook him. “That is why he was there last night—to see Kane—to ask him what he should do.”
Fan and Evelyn had risen from the sofa and were listening.
Donny began: “Aw, maybe it’s O.K. Doc’s a good guy. I don’t think he—”
“Cut it out!” Klaus growled. “This is serious—serious as hell.” He scowled thoughtfully at Luise Fischer. “No chance of a mistake on this?”
“No.”
Evelyn thrust herself between the two men to confront Luise Fischer. She was crying again, but was angry now.
“Why did you have to get him into as this? Why did you have to come to him with your troubles? It’s your fault that they’ll put him in prison—and he’s go crazy in prison! If it hadn’t been for you, none of this would have happened. You—”
Donny touched Evelyn’s shoulder. “I think I’ll take a sock at you,” he said.
She cringed away from him.
Klaus said: “For God’s sake, let’s stop this fiddledeedee and decide what we’d better do.” He scowled at Luise Fischer again. “Didn’t Robson say anything to you about it last night?”
She shook her head.
Donny said: “Well, listen. We got to get him out of there. It don’t—”
“That’s easy,” Klaus said with heavy sarcasm. “If he’s in wrong there”—he shrugged—“it’s happened already. We’ve got to find out. Can you get to see him?”
Donny nodded. “Sure.”
“Then go. Wise him up—find out what the layout is.”
Donny and Luise Fischer left the house by the back door, went through the yard to the alley behind, and down the alley for two blocks. They saw nobody following them.
“I guess we’re in the clear,” Donny said, and led the way down a cross street.
On the next corner there was a garage and repair shop. A small dark man was tinkering with an engine.
“Hello, Tony,” Donny said. “Lend me a boat.”
The dark man looked curiously at Luise Fischer while saying: “Surest thing you know. Take the one in the corner.”
They got into a black sedan and drove away.
“It ain’t far,” Donny said. Then: “I’d like to pull him out of there.”
Luise Fischer was silent.
After half an hour Donny turned the machine in to a road at the end of which a white building was visible. “That’s her,” he said.
After leaving the sedan in front of the building, they walked under a black-and-gold sign that said “Hilltop Sanatorium” into an office.
“We want to see Mr. Lee,” Donny told the nurse at the desk. “He’s expecting us.”
She moistened her lips nervously and said: “It’s two hundred and three, right near the head of the stairs.”
They went up a dark flight of stairs to the second floor. “This is it,” Donny said, halting. He opened the door without knocking and waved Luise Fischer inside.
Besides Brazil, lying in bed, his sallowness more pronounced than usual, there were two men in the room. One of them was the huge tired-faced man who had arrested Luise Fischer. He said: “I oughtn’t to let you people see him.”
Brazil half rose in bed and stretched a hand out toward Luise Fischer.
She went around the huge man to the bed and took Brazil’s hand. “Oh, I’m sorry—sorry!” she murmured.
He grinned without pleasure. “Hard luck, all right. And I’m scared stiff of those damned bars.”
She leaned over and kissed him.
The huge man said: “Come on, now. You got to get out. I’m liable to catch hell for this.”
Donny took a step toward the bed. “Listen, Brazil. Is there—”
The huge man put out a hand and wearily pushed Donny back. “Go ‘way. There’s nothing for you to hang around here for.” He put a hand on Luise Fischer’s shoulder. “Go ahead, please, will you? Say goodbye to him now —and maybe you can see him afterwards.”
She kissed Brazil again and stood up.
He said: “Look after her, will you, Donny?”
“Sure,” Donny promised. “And don’t let them worry you. I’ll send Harry over to see you and—”
The huge man groaned. “Is this going to keep you all day?”
He took Luise Fischer’s arm and put her and Donny out.
They went in silence down to the sedan, and neither spoke until they were entering the city again. Then Luise Fischer said: “Will you kindly lend me ten dollars?”
“Sure.” Donny took one hand from the wheel, felt in his pants pocket, and gave her two five-dollar bills.
Then she said: “I wish to go to the railroad station.”
He frowned. “What for?” “I want to go to the railroad station,” she repeated.
When they reached the station she got out of the sedan.
“Thank you very much,” she said. “Do not wait. I will come over later.”
Luise Fischer went into the railroad station and to the newsstand, where she bought a package of cigarettes. Then she went to a telephone booth, asked for long distance, and called a Mile Valley number.
“Hello, Ito?…Is Mr. Robson there? This is Fraulein Fischer…Yes.” There was a pause. “Hello, Kane…Well, you have won. You might have saved yourself the delay if you had told me last night what you knew…Yes…Yes, I am.”
She put the receiver on its prong and stared at it for a long moment. Then she left the booth, went to the ticket window, and said: “A ticket to Mile Valley—one-way—please.”
The room was wide and high-ceilinged. Its furniture was Jacobean. Kane Robson was sprawled comfortably in a deep chair. At his elbow was a small table on which were a crystal-and-silver coffee service, a crystal-and- silver decanter—half full—some glasses, cigarettes, and an ashtray. His eyes glittered in the light from the fireplace.
Ten feet away, partly facing him, partly facing the fireplace, Luise Fischer sat, more erectly, in a smaller chair. She was in a pale negligee and had pale slippers on her feet.
