throw his weight around, I let him get away with it, but when the chips are down I'm still the one in charge. If the killer's found, he'll be turned over right away to me. I'll have him in one of my own cells, don't you worry about a thing.'
'What about that doctor, Rayborn? And Gliffe?'
Younger frowned. 'What about them?'
'They're in this. What if it's one of them, the guy that killed Tiftus?'
But Younger shook his head. 'Not them, not either of them. They don't know anything about this, Willis.'
'They're in it up to their ears. Gliffe called you when I went to see him. You called Rayborn to keep me at his place.'
'They don't know anything about the money.'
Younger seemed sure of himself, but he was always sure of himself. Parker said, 'Check them out. Find out where they were when I was clubbed in this house here and when Tiftus was killed.'
Younger shrugged. 'All right, I'll do it, but it isn't either one of them, I guarantee it.'
'Fine. Let's get to business.' Parker went over and sat down in an armchair. Now was the time to get the full story. He said, 'Where do you think it's hidden? In the house?' He already knew it wasn't; while waiting for Younger, he'd finished up the searching he'd started earlier in the day. He'd looked in the cellar and found nothing but the half-dug hole, and then he'd searched the attic, which was hot and filthy and low-ceilinged and just about empty. It looked as though Joe himself had never been up there, but Parker had gone over it anyway and found nothing but dust.
Still, he tossed the suggestion at Younger, to push the idea of his own ignorance, and Younger tossed it back: 'Not here,' he said. 'Take my word for it, Willis, that money isn't in this house. All the old bastard kept in here was a thousand bucks in the flour canister, and I already got that.'
Parker covered his surprise, and said, 'How'd you find that?'
'Don't you worry, Willis, I'm not as dumb as you think I am. Or as Joe Sheer thought I was, either. I know what's going on.'
'Yeah. So you figure there's still a hundred thousand hidden away somewhere, but not in-'
'A hundred thousand? That's low, Willis, that's so low it's funny. You don't know as much as you think you do.'
'I don't? Then how much?'
'Hidden away?' Younger sat forward on the sofa, leaning over in a confidential way, and half whispered, 'The way I figure it, it has to be at least half a million. Maybe more.'
Parker looked at him. Half a million, in cash? Joe Sheer had never had half a million bucks in his life, for one thing, and if he ever had that much dough he wouldn't have hidden it somewhere in cash. There were better things to do with money, safer and more useful.
The whole thing had to be a pipe-dream. Tiftus, Younger, the third guy whoever he was, all after the wild goose. Tiftus was stupid enough, and Younger was greedy enough, and the third guy was amateur enough.
If all this trouble was coming out of a bedtime story, it was too much.
Parker shook his head; he still couldn't believe it. He had to know for sure. He said, 'Spell it out for me, Younger. Show me how it adds up that high.'
'Well, it just figures,' Younger told him, like a man explaining his religion. 'It figures, that's all. It's bound to be anyway that much. Anyway that much.'
'Show me.'
'I will. I will.' Younger pulled a legal-size envelope from his inside coat pocket and waved it in the air, saying, 'I worked out the numbers on it, I worked it out all the way down the line.'
'Let's see.'
'Well, just look. Come on over here and look.'
Younger pulled some papers from the envelope and unfolded it. It was two sheets of large-size blank stationery, written on with pen and ink in a cramped and spidery script. Younger spread the sheets out on the coffee table and said, 'Come over here and look.'
Parker went over and sat on the sofa and looked. On the first sheet, the one Younger was pointing at, there was a long list, three items across. The first was a year, the second the name of a city, the third a number in the thousands. The list started off:
1915 Louisville 12,000
1915 Sacramento 14,500
1916 Troy, N.Y. 9,000
It went on that way, a long, long list, and down at the bottom of the page the numbers on the right had been totalled up, and the final sum written in: 1,876,000.
Except for that final number, Parker recognized the handwriting; it was Joe Sheer's. And the number at the bottom of the page, would that be Captain Younger's writing?
Younger was saying, 'See, this is Joe Sheer's history, every robbery he was ever connected with, right from when he started in 1915 right up till when he retired. See, that's the date, and that's the city where the robbery was, and that's how much he got out of it. His cut, see? And down there at the bottom, that's how much he earned over his whole lifetime, almost two million dollars. That's a hell of a lot of money, isn't it? Almost two million
