gun again. “He never gave it back to me,” she said. “Of course I couldn’t prove that.”
“That means you’d like to be able to.”
“It might help a little. It probably wouldn’t help quite enough. Not when they found out about me. I guess you know what I’m talking about.”
“Sit down and stop grinding your teeth.”
She moved slowly to a chair and sat down on the edge and leaned forward. She stared at the floor.
“I know there’s something to find out,” I said. “Because Mitchell found it out. So I could find it out too—if I tried. Anyone could who knows there is something to find. I don’t know at this moment. All I was hired to do was to keep in touch and report back.”
She looked up briefly. “And you’ve done that?”
“I reported in,” I said after a pause. “I’d lost contact at the time. I mentioned San Diego. He’d get that from the operator anyway.”
“You’d lost contact,” she repeated dryly. “He must think a lot of you, whoever he is.” Then she bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I’m trying to make up my mind about something.”
“Take your time,” I said. “It’s only twenty past three A.M.”
“Now
I looked towards the wall heater. It didn’t show a thing, but there seemed to be a lessening of the chill if no more. I decided I needed a drink, I went out to the kitchen and got it. I put it down, poured some more and came back.
She had a small imitation leather folder in her hand now. She showed it to me.
“I have five thousand dollars in American Express checks in this—one hundred dollar size. How far would you go for five grand, Marlowe?”
I took a sip of whiskey. I thought about it with a judicial expression. “Assuming a normal rate of expenses, that would buy me full time for several months. That is, if I happened to be for sale.”
She tapped on the chair arm with the folder. I could see that her other hand was almost pulling her kneecap off.
“You’re for sale all right,” she said. “And this would be merely a down payment. I can buy big. I’ve got more money than you ever dreamed of. My last husband was so rich that it was pitiful. I got a cool half million dollars out of him.”
She put a hardboiled sneer on her face and gave me plenty of time to get used to it.
“I take it I wouldn’t have to murder anybody?”
“You wouldn’t have to murder anybody.”
“I don’t like the way you say that.”
I looked sideways at the gun that I hadn’t so far laid a finger on. She had walked over from the Casa in the middle of the night to bring it to me. I didn’t have to touch it. I stared at it. I bent over and sniffed it. I still didn’t have to touch it, but I knew I was going to.
“Who’s wearing the bullet?” I asked her. The cold in the room had got into my blood. It ran ice water.
“Just one bullet? How did you know?”
I picked up the gun then. I slipped the magazine out, looked at it, slipped it back. It snapped home in the butt.
“Well, it could have been two,” I said. “There are six in the magazine. This gun holds seven. You could jack one into the chamber and then add another to the magazine. Of course you could fire the whole supply and then put six in the magazine.”
“We’re just talking, aren’t we?” she said slowly. “We don’t quite want to say it in plain words.”
“All right. Where is he?”
“Lying across a chaise on the balcony of my room. All the rooms on that side have balconies. They have concrete walls across them, and the end walls—between the rooms or suites, that is—are slanted outward. I guess a steeplejack or a mountain climber might get around one of the end walls, but not carrying a weight. I’m on the twelfth floor. There’s nothing any higher but the penthouse floor.” She stopped and frowned, then made a sort of helpless gesture with the hand that had been squeezing her kneecap. “This is going to sound a little corny,” she went on. “He could only have got there through my room. And I didn’t let him through my room.”
“But you’re sure he’s dead?”
“Quite sure. Quite dead. Stone cold dead. I don’t know when it happened. I didn’t hear a sound. Something woke me all right. But it wasn’t any sound like a shot. Anyhow he was already cold. So I don’t know what woke me. And I didn’t get up right away. I just lay there, thinking. I didn’t go back to sleep, so after a while I put the light on and got up and walked around and smoked. Then I noticed the fog was gone and it was moonlight. Not down on the ground, but up there on my floor. I could still see fog down below when I went out on the balcony. It was damned cold. The stars seemed enormous. I stood there near the wall for quite a while before I even saw him. I guess that sounds pretty corny too—or pretty unlikely. I can’t imagine the police taking it very seriously—even at first. And afterwards—well, just take it this way. I haven’t a chance in a million—unless I get help.”
I stood up, tossed down what whiskey was left in the glass and walked over to her.
“Let me tell you two or three things. First off, you’re not taking this with normal reactions. You’re not icy cool, but you’re too cool. No panic, no hysteria, no nothing. You’re fatalistic. Next, I heard the entire conversation between you and Mitchell this afternoon. I took those bulbs out”—I pointed to the wall heater—”and used a stethoscope against the partition at the back. What Mitchell had on you was a knowledge of who you were, and that knowledge was something that if published could drive you into another switch of names and another dodge to some other town somewhere. You said you were the luckiest girl in the world because you were alive. Now a man
