the place was pretty creepy, all rusted metal and old wood and silent wells and greasy scummy sumps. Maybe that upset her. I guess you've been there yourself. It was kind of eerie.'
'Yes — it is.' It was a small breathless voice now.
'So we went in there and I stuck a can up in a bull wheel for her to pop at. She threw a wing-ding. Looked like a mild epileptic fit to me.'
'Yes.' The same minute voice. 'She has them once in a while. Is that all you wanted to see me about?'
'I guess you still wouldn't tell me what Eddie Mars has on you.'
'Nothing at all. And I'm getting a little tired of that question,' she said coldly.
'Do you know a man named Canino?'
She drew her fine black brows together in thought. 'Vaguely. I seem to remember the name.'
'Eddie Mars' trigger man. A tough hombre, they said. I guess he was. Without a little help from a lady I'd be where he is — in the morgue.'
'The ladies seem to — ' She stopped dead and whitened. 'I can't joke about it,' she said simply.
'I'm not joking, and if I seem to talk in circles, it just seems that way. It all ties together — everything. Geiger and his cute little blackmail tricks, Brody and his pictures, Eddie Mars and his roulette tables, Canino and the girl Rusty Regan didn't run away with. It all ties together.'
'I'm afraid I don't even know what you're talking about.'
'Suppose you did — it would be something like this. Geiger got his hooks into your sister, which isn't very difficult, and got some notes from her and tried to blackmail your father with them, in a nice way. Eddie Mars was behind Geiger, protecting him and using him for a cat's-paw. Your father sent for me instead of paying up, which showed he wasn't scared about anything. Eddie Mars wanted to know that. He had something on you and he wanted to know if he had it on the General too. If he had, he could collect a lot of money in a hurry. If not, he would have to wait until you got your share of the family fortune, and in the meantime be satisfied with whatever spare cash he could take away from you across the roulette table. Geiger was killed by Owen Taylor, who was in love with your silly little sister and didn't like the kind of games Geiger played with her. That didn't mean anything to Eddie. He was playing a deeper game than Geiger knew anything about, or than Brody knew anything about, or anybody except you and Eddie and a tough guy named Canino. Your husband disappeared and Eddie, knowing everybody knew there had been bad blood between him and Regan, hid his wife out at Realito and put Canino to guard her, so that it would look as if she had run away with Regan. He even got Regan's car into the garage of the place where Mona Mars had been living. But that sounds a little silly taken merely as an attempt to divert suspicion that Eddie had killed your husband or had him killed. It isn't so silly, really. He had another motive. He was playing for a million or so. He knew where Regan had gone and why and he didn't want the police to have to find out. He wanted them to have an explanation of the disappearance that would keep them satisfied. Am I boring you?'
'You tire me,' she said in a dead, exhausted voice. 'God, how you tire me!'
'I'm sorry. I'm not just fooling around trying to be clever. Your father offered me a thousand dollars this morning to find Regan. That's a lot of money to me, but I can't do it.'
Her mouth jumped open. Her breath was suddenly strained and harsh. 'Give me a cigarette,' she said thickly. 'Why?' The pulse in her throat had begun to throb.
I gave her a cigarette and lit a match and held it for her. She drew in a lungful of smoke and let it out raggedly and then the cigarette seemed to be forgotten between her fingers. She never drew on it again.
'Well, the Missing Persons Bureau can't find him,' I said. 'It's not so easy. What they can't do it's not likely that I can do.'
'Oh.' There was a shade of relief in her voice.
'That's one reason. The Missing Persons people think he just disappeared on purpose, pulled down the curtain, as they call it. They don't think Eddie Mars did away with him.'
'Who said anybody did away with him?'
'We're coming to it,' I said.
For a brief instant her face seemed to come to pieces, to become merely a set of features without form or control. Her mouth looked like the prelude to a scream. But only for an instant. The Sternwood blood had to be good for something more than her black eyes and her recklessness.
I stood up and took the smoking cigarette from between her fingers and killed it in an ashtray. Then I took Carmen's little gun out of my pocket and laid it carefully, with exaggerated care, on her white satin knee. I balanced it there, and stepped back with my head on one side like a window-dresser getting the effect of a new twist of a scarf around a dummy's neck.
I sat down again. She didn't move. Her eyes came down millimeter by millimeter and looked at the gun.
'It's harmless,' I said. 'All five chambers empty. She fired them all. She fired them all at me.'
The pulse jumped wildly in her throat. Her voice tried to say something and couldn't. She swallowed.
'From a distance of five or six feet,' I said. 'Cute little thing, isn't she? Too bad I had loaded the gun with blanks.' I grinned nastily. 'I had a hunch about what she would do — if she got the chance.'
She brought her voice back from a long way off. 'You're a horrible man,' she said. 'Horrible.'
'Yeah. You're her big sister. What are you going to do about it?'
'You can't prove a word of it.'
'Can't prove what?'
'That she fired at you. You said you were down there around the wells with her, alone. You can't prove a word of what you say.'
'Oh that,' I said. 'I wasn't thinking of trying. I was thinking of another time — when the shells in the little gun had bullets in them.'
Her eyes were pools of darkness, much emptier than darkness.
'I was thinking of the day Regan disappeared,' I said. 'Late in the afternoon. When he took her down to those old wells to teach her to shoot and put up a can somewhere and told her to pop at it and stood near her while she shot. And she didn't shoot at the can. She turned the gun and shot him, just the way she tried to shoot me today, and for the same reason.'
She moved a little and the gun slid off her knee and fell to the floor. It was one of the loudest sounds I ever heard. Her eyes were riveted on my face. Her voice was a stretched whisper of agony. 'Carmen! Merciful God, Carmen! . . . Why?'
'Do I really have to tell you why she shot at me?'
'Yes.' Her eyes were still terrible. 'I'm — I'm afraid you do.'
'Night before last when I got home she was in my apartment. She'd kidded the manager into letting her in to wait for me. She was in my bed — naked. I threw her out on her ear. I guess maybe Regan did the same thing to her sometime. But you can't do that to Carmen.'
She drew her lips back and made a half-hearted attempt to lick them. It made her, for a brief instant, look like a frightened child. The lines of her cheeks sharpened and her hand went up slowly like an artificial hand worked by wires and its fingers closed slowly and stiffly around the white fur at her collar. They drew the fur tight against her throat. After that she just sat staring.
'Money,' she croaked. 'I suppose you want money.'
'How much money?' I tried not to sneer.
'Fifteen thousand dollars?'
I nodded. 'That would be about right. That would be the established fee. That was what he had in his pockets when she shot him. That would be what Mr. Canino got for disposing of the body when you went to Eddie Mars for help. But that would be small change to what Eddie expects to collect one of these days, wouldn't it?'
'You son of a bitch!' she said.
'Uh-huh. I'm a very smart guy. I haven't a feeling or a scruple in the world. All I have the itch for is money. I am so money greedy that for twenty-five bucks a day and expenses, mostly gasoline and whiskey, I do my thinking myself, what there is of it; I risk my whole future, the hatred of the cops and of Eddie Mars and his pals. I dodge bullets and eat saps, and say thank you very much, if you have any more trouble, I hope you'll think of me, I'll just leave one of my cards in case anything comes up. I do all this for twenty-five bucks a day — and maybe just a little
