thick white fingers.
“You’ll pardon this show of weapons, I hope. I’m very much a pacifist myself, but I understand you’re quite the man of violence. I do hope you won’t force us to use these ridiculous guns. Physical violence has always unsettled my stomach.”
“You’re lucky,” I said. “Not everybody can afford to have his killings done for him.”
Melliotes turned sharply and looked at me three-eyed. His own two eyes were dark and glowing. I preferred the gun’s single eye. I couldn’t stare it down, but it bore no malice.
“Please, Mr. Archer.” Kilbourne raised his hand, dead white as a policeman’s in a policeman’s gesture. “You mustn’t leap to rash conclusions before you know the truth of things. The truth is simpler than you suppose and really not at all sinister. I’ve had to take one or two extra-legal shortcuts, I admit, in order to protect my interests. If a man won’t act to protect his own interests, he can’t expect anyone else to. That’s one of the home truths I learned when I was a two-for-a-quarter car salesman in Ypsilanti. I came up from small beginnings, you see. I don’t propose to return to them.”
“Your reminiscences fascinate me. May I take notes?”
“Please,” he said again. “We share a mutual distrust, of course, but there’s nothing more than distrust standing between us. If we could be perfectly frank with each other—”
“I’ll be frank with you. It looks to me as if you hired Reavis to kill the elder Mrs. Slocum, then hired somebody else to kill off Reavis. If that’s so, I’m not going to let you get by with it.”
“The decision is out of your hands, isn’t it?”
I noticed that the table, which was fastened to the deck, was trembling slightly under my forearms. Somewhere aft, the diesels were turning over. Forward, a rattling winch was reeling in the anchor. The screw turned in the water, and the whole craft shuddered.
“After murder,” I said, “kidnapping comes easy.” But I remembered what I had done to Reavis, and felt a twinge of hypocrisy. Remorse and fear mixed in my veins, and made a bitter blend.
“The correct term is ‘shanghaied,’ ” Kilbourne said, with his first real smile. It was a close-mouthed smile of complacence. Like other self-educated men, he was vain of his vocabulary. “But let’s get back to your allegations. You are less than half right. I had nothing whatever to do with the old lady’s death. Ryan conceived the plan by himself, and executed it unaided.”
“He was in your pay, and you stood to profit by her death.”
“Precisely.” His fingers clasped each other like mating worms. “You do understand the situation after all. Innocent as I was, I couldn’t afford to have Ryan caught and questioned. I gave him money to escape. To that extent I confess I was an accessory to the crime. If Ryan had been brought to trial, I’d have been dragged in willy- nilly.”
“So you had to have him silenced.”
“Before the District Attorney could take a statement from him. Precisely. You see, in an atmosphere of candor, we
“There’s one place we haven’t met at all. You haven’t explained the important thing: why Reavis wanted to kill her. What was he doing in Nopal Valley in the first place?”
“Let me sketch in the background.” He leaned across the table with his hands still clasped in each other. I couldn’t understand his eagerness to explain, but while it lasted I could use the explanations. “Ryan had been in my employ less than a year. He was my chauffeur, as a matter of fact, and did one or two other small tasks for me.” The shrewd little eyes went blank and imbecile for a moment, as they surveyed the past and Ryan’s part in it. In the alcove out of sight, his wife was snoring gently and rhythmically.
A fine American marriage, I said to myself. There wasn’t much doubt that Kilbourne himself had hired Pat to make love to his wife.
“Early this year,” he continued, “it became inconvenient, for various reasons, to have Ryan as a member of my household. Still, I didn’t want to lose touch with him entirely. I have enemies, of course, and Ryan might have become their willing tool. I put him on the company payroll and cast about for a place to use him. As you probably know, I’d had business dealings with the late Mrs. Slocum. You may not know, however, that before the deal broke down I spent nearly a hundred thousand dollars in the exploration of her property. It occurred to me that it might be desirable to have a representative in her home as a partial protection for my investment. If other groups that are interested in the valley made overtures to her, I’d be in a position to know. So I arranged for Ryan’s employment by the Slocums as their chauffeur. I had no idea he’d take his responsibilities so very seriously.” He raised both hands and smacked them flat on the table. Beneath the sleeves of his blue flannel jacket, the flesh on his forearms quivered for some time.
“Are you sure you had no idea?” I said. “You must have known he was a psychopath, capable of anything.”
“No, I did not. I believed him to be harmless.” His voice was earnest. “Now don’t misunderstand me. I’m not pretending to be free from blame. In a moral sense I know I’m responsible for her death. There may even have been an occasion when, thinking out loud in Ryan’s presence, I voiced a wish for her death. I believe there was an occasion of that sort a few weeks ago. In any case, Ryan knew that her continued presence on the scene was costing me hundreds of dollars a day.”
“Why split hairs? He was working for you. You wanted her killed. He killed her.”
“But I did not incite him to murder. Never, at any time. If I were planning a murder, Ryan is the last man I’d choose as my agent. He was a talker, and I didn’t trust him.”
That made sense to me. His whole story made sense, in a crazy way. Against my will and my better judgment, I caught myself half believing it.
“If you didn’t tell him to kill her, why did he do it?”
“I’ll tell you why.” He leaned toward me again and narrowed his eyes. The upper eyelids hung in thick overlapping folds. The eyes themselves were of indeterminate color, dull and opaque as unpolished stones. “Ryan saw an opportunity to tap me for a very great deal. By killing Mrs. Slocum he placed me in jeopardy along with himself. His jeopardy was also mine. I had to help him out of it, and he knew it. Now he didn’t admit as much when he came to me the night before last, but that certainly was in his mind. He asked for ten thousand dollars, and I had to give it to him. When he was careless enough to allow himself to be captured, I had to take other measures. I’d have been wiser to have him shot in the first place, but my humane impulses deterred me. In the end my hand was forced. So while I can’t claim that my motives in this sorry business were wholly pure, neither have they been entirely black.”
“Sometimes,” I said, “I like a good solid black better than mottled gray.”
“You don’t have my responsibilities, Mr. Archer. A great company depends on me. A single misstep on my part can destroy the livelihood of thousands of people.”
“I wonder if you’re that important,” I said. “I think life would go on without you.”
“That isn’t the point at issue.” He smiled as if he’d uttered a witticism. “The point is whether life can go on without
“I’ll listen. How much?”
“Good. Fine.” The little mouth curled upwards like a cherub’s. “I believe you have ten thousand dollars of mine. I don’t know for sure, but it stands to reason, doesn’t it? If you were to admit that you have it, it would be very valuable proof of your good faith.”
“I have it,” I said, “out of your reach.”
“Keep it. It’s yours.” He waved his hand in a fat and royal gesture.
“What do I do for it?”
“Nothing. Nothing whatever. I’ll put you ashore at San Pedro and you can simply forget that I ever existed at all. Take up your own affairs again, or go for a long vacation and enjoy yourself.”
“I have the money now.”
“But not the means to enjoy it. That is still in my gift.”
