Geiger was shot. The boy must have got home when I was away taking Carmen to her house. He was afraid of the police, of course, being what he is, and he probably thought it a good idea to have the body hidden until he had removed his effects from the house. He dragged it out of the front door, judging by the marks on the rug, and very likely put it in the garage. Then he packed up whatever belongings he had there and took them away. And later on, sometime in the night and before the body stiffened, he had a revulsion of feeling and thought he hadn't treated his dead friend very nicely. So he went back and laid him out on the bed. That's all guessing, of course.'
Wilde nodded. 'Then this morning he goes down to the store as if nothing had happened and keeps his eyes open. And when Brody moved the books out he found out where they were going and assumed that whoever got them had killed Geiger just for that purpose. He may even have known more about Brody and the girl than they suspected. What do you think, Ohls?'
Ohls said: 'We'll find out — but that doesn't help Cronjager's troubles. What's eating him is all this happened last night and he's only just been rung in on it.'
Cronjager said sourly: 'I think I can find some way to deal with that angle too.' He looked at me sharply and immediately looked away again.
Wilde waved his cigar and said: 'Let's see the exhibits, Marlowe.' I emptied my pockets and put the catch on his desk: the three notes and Geiger's card to General Sternwood, Carmen's photos, and the blue notebook with the code list of names and addresses. I had already given Geiger's keys to Ohls.
Wilde looked at what I gave him, puffing gently at his cigar. Ohls lit one of his own toy cigars and blew smoke peacefully at the ceiling. Cronjager leaned on the desk and looked at what I had given Wilde.
Wilde tapped the three notes signed by Carmen and said: 'I guess these were just a come-on. If General Sternwood paid them, it would be through fear of something worse. Then Geiger would have tightened the screws. Do you know what he was afraid of?' He was looking at me.
I shook my head.
'Have you told your story complete in all relevant details?'
'I left out a couple of personal matters. I intend to keep on leaving them out, Mr. Wilde.'
Cronjager said: 'Hah!' and snorted with deep feeling.
'Why?' Wilde asked quietly.
'Because my client is entitled to that protection, short of anything but a Grand Jury. I have a license to operate as a private detective. I suppose that word 'private' has some meaning. The Hollywood Division has two murders on its hands, both solved. They have both killers. They have the motive, the instrument in each case. The blackmail angle has got to be suppressed, as far as the names of the parties are concerned.'
'Why?' Wilde asked again.
'That's okey,' Cronjager said dryly. 'We're glad to stooge for a shamus of his standing.'
I said: 'I'll show you.' I got up and went back out of the house to my car and got the book from Geiger's store out of it. The uniformed police driver was standing beside Ohls' car. The boy was inside it, leaning back sideways in the corner.
'Has he said anything?' I asked.
'He made a suggestion,' the copper said and spat. 'I'm letting it ride.'
I went back into the house, put the book on Wilde's desk and opened up the wrappings. Cronjager was using a telephone on the end of the desk. He hung up and sat down as I came in.
Wilde looked through the book, wooden-faced, closed it and pushed it towards Cronjager. Cronjager opened it, looked at a page or two, shut it quickly. A couple of red spots the size of half dollars showed on his cheekbones.
I said: 'Look at the stamped dates on the front endpaper.'
Cronjager opened the book again and looked at them. 'Well?'
'If necessary,' I said, 'I'll testify under oath that that book came from Geiger's store. The blonde, Agnes, will admit what kind of business the store did. It's obvious to anybody with eyes that that store is just a front for something. But the Hollywood police allowed it to operate, for their own reasons. I dare say the Grand Jury would like to know what those reasons are.'
Wilde grinned. He said: 'Grand Juries do ask those embarrassing questions sometimes — in a rather vain effort to find out just why cities are run as they are run.'
Cronjager stood up suddenly and put his hat on. 'I'm one against three here,' he snapped. 'I'm a homicide man. If this Geiger was running indecent literature, that's no skin off my nose. But I'm ready to admit it won't help my division any to have it washed over in the papers. What do you birds want?'
Wilde looked at Ohls. Ohls said calmly: 'I want to turn a prisoner over to you. Let's go.'
He stood up. Cronjager looked at him fiercely and stalked out of the room. Ohls went after him. The door closed again. Wilde tapped on his desk and stared at me with his clear blue eyes.
'You ought to understand how any copper would feel about a cover-up like this,' he said. 'You'll have to make statements of all of it — at least for the files. I think it may be possible to keep the two killings separate and to keep General Sternwood's name out of both of them. Do you know why I'm not tearing your ear off?'
'No. I expected to get both ears torn off.'
'What are you getting for it all?'
'Twenty-five dollars a day and expenses.'
'That would make fifty dollars and a little gasoline so far.'
'About that.'
He put his head on one side and rubbed the back of his left little finger along the lower edge of his chin.
'And for that amount of money you're willing to get yourself in Dutch with half the law enforcement of this county?'
'I don't like it,' I said. 'But what the hell am I to do? I'm on a case. I'm selling what I have to sell to make a living. What little guts and intelligence the Lord gave me and a willingness to get pushed around in order to protect a client. It's against my principles to tell as much as I've told tonight, without consulting the General. As for the cover-up, I've been in police business myself, as you know. They come a dime a dozen in any big city. Cops get very large and emphatic when an outsider tries to hide anything, but they do the same things themselves every other day, to oblige their friends or anybody with a little pull. And I'm not through. I'm still on the case. I'd do the same thing again, if I had to.'
'Providing Cronjager doesn't get your license,' Wilde grinned. 'You said you held back a couple of personal matters. Of what import?'
'I'm still on the case,' I said, and stared straight into his eyes.
Wilde smiled at me. He had the frank daring smile of an Irishman. 'Let me tell you something, son. My father was a close friend of old Sternwood. I've done all my office permits — and maybe a good deal more — to save the old man from grief. But in the long run it can't be done. Those girls of his are bound certain to hook up with something that can't be hushed, especially that little blonde brat. They ought not to be running around loose. I blame the old man for that. I guess he doesn't realize what the world is today. And there's another thing I might mention while we're talking man to man and I don't have to growl at you. I'll bet a dollar to a Canadian dime that the General's afraid his son-in-law, the ex-bootlegger, is mixed up in this somewhere, and what he really hoped you would find out is that he isn't. What do you think of that?'
'Regan didn't sound like a blackmailer, what I heard of him. He had a soft spot where he was and he walked out on it.'
Wilde snorted. 'The softness of that spot neither you nor I could judge. If he was a certain sort of man, it would not have been so very soft. Did the General tell you he was looking for Regan?'
'He told me he wished he knew where he was and that he was all right. He liked Regan and was hurt the way he bounced off without telling the old man good-by.'
Wilde leaned back and frowned. 'I see,' he said in a changed voice. His hand moved the stuff on his desk around, laid Geiger's blue notebook to one side and pushed the other exhibits toward me. 'You may as well take these,' he said. 'I've no further use for them.'
