“Would you take the cuffs off, Captain?” I asked. “I mean if I made a statement?”
“I might. Make it short.”
“If I told you I hadn’t seen Lennox within the last twenty-four hours, hadn’t talked to him and had no idea where he might be—would that satisfy you, Captain?”
“It might—if I believed it.”
“If I told you I had seen him and where and when, but had no idea he had murdered anyone or that any crime had been committed, and further had no idea where he might be at this moment, that wouldn’t satisfy you at all, would it?”
“With more detail I might listen. Things like where, when, what he looked like, what was talked about, where he was headed. It might grow into something.”
“With your treatment,” I said. “it would probably grow into making me an accessory.”
His jaw muscles bulged. His eyes were dirty ice. “So?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I need legal advice. I’d like to co-operate. How would it be if we had somebody from the D.A.’s office here?”
He let out a short raucous laugh. It was over very soon. He got up slowly and walked around the desk. He leaned down close to me, one big hand on the wood, and smiled. Then without change of expression he hit me on the side of the neck with a fist like a piece of iron
The blow traveled eight or ten inches, no more. It nearly took my head off. Bile seeped into my mouth. I tasted blood mixed with it I heard nothing but a roaring in my head. He leaned over me still smiling, his left hand still on the desk. His voice seemed to come from a long way off.
“I used to be tough but I’m getting old. You take a good punch, mister, and that’s all you get from me. We got boys at the City Jail that ought to be working in the Dockyards. Maybe we hadn’t ought to have them because they ain’t nice clean powder-puff punchers like Dayton here. They don’t have four kids and a rose garden like Green. They live for different amusements. It takes all kinds and labor’s scarce. You got any more funny little ideas about what you might say, if you bothered to say it?”
“Not with the cuffs on, Captain.” It hurt even to say that much.
He leaned farther towards me and I smelled his sweat and the gas of corruption. Then he straightened and went back around the desk and planted his solid buttocks in his chair. He picked up a three-cornered ruler and ran his thumb along one edge as if it was a knife. He looked at Green.
“What are you waiting for, Sergeant?”
“Orders.” Green ground out the word as if he hated the sound of his own voice.
“You got to be told? You’re an experienced man, it says in the records. I want a detailed statement of this man’s movements for the past twenty-four hours. Maybe longer, but that much at first. I want to know what he did every minute of the time. I want it signed and witnessed and checked. I want it in two hours. Then I want him back here dean, tidy, and unmarked. And one thing more, Sergeant.”
He paused and gave Green a stare that would have frozen a fresh-baked potato.
“—next time I ask a suspect a few civil questions I don’t want you standing there looking as if I had torn his ear off.”
“Yes, sir.” Green turned to me. “Let’s go,” he said gruffly.
Gregorius bared his teeth at me. They needed cleaning—badly. “Let’s have the exit line, chum.”
“Yes, sir,” I said politely. “You probably didn’t intend it, but you’ve done me a favor. With an assist from Detective Dayton. You’ve solved a problem for me. No man likes to betray a friend but I wouldn’t betray an enemy into your hands. You’re not only a gorilla, you’re an incompetent. You don’t know how to operate a simple investigation. I was balanced on a knife-edge and you could have swung me either way. But you had to abuse me, throw coffee in my face, and use your fists on me when I was in a spot where all I could do was take it. From now on I wouldn’t tell you the time by the clock on your own wall. ”
For some strange reason he sat there perfectly still and let me say it. Then he grinned. “You’re just a little old cop-hater, friend. That’s all you are, shamus, just a little old cop-hater.”
“There are places where cops are not hated, Captain. But in those places you wouldn’t be a cop.”
He took that too. I guess he could afford it. He’d probably taken worse many times. Then the phone rang on his desk. He looked at it and gestured. Dayton stepped smartly around the desk and lifted the receiver.
“Captain Gregorius’ office. Detective Dayton speaking.”
He listened. A tiny frown drew his handsome eyebrows together. He said softly: “One moment, please, sir.”
He held the phone out to Gregorius. “Commissioner Allbright, sir.”
Gregorius scowled. “Yeah? What’s that snotty bastard want?” He took the phone, held it a moment and smoothed his face out. “Gregorius, Commissioner.”
He listened. “Yeah, he’s here in my office, Commissioner. I been asking him a few questions. Not co-operative. Not co-operative at all… How’s that again?” A sudden ferocious scowl twisted his face into dark knots. The blood darkened his forehead. But his voice didn’t change in tone by a fraction. “If that’s a direct order, it ought to come through the Chief of Detectives, Commissioner… Sure, I’ll act on it until it’s confirmed. Sure ... Hell, no. Nobody laid a glove on him… Yes, sir. Right away.”
He put the phone back in its cradle. I thought his hand shook a little. His eyes moved up and across my face and then to Green. “Take the cuffs off,” he said tonelessly.
Green unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed my hands together, waiting for the pins and needles of circulation.
“Book him in the county jail,” Gregorius said slowly, “Suspicion of murder. The D.A. has glommed the case right
