planned to lead the girl on. One of the two suggested the kidnapping plan – the only possible hope for Odette to lay her hands on a substantial sum of money. She fell for it. The other two used the faked kidnapping to murder her and to make me the fall guy. It could have happened that way.’
‘Yes.’ Renick brooded for some moments. ‘But all this doesn’t help you, Harry. We’ve no proof your story is true. Meadows wouldn’t touch it.’
‘I know.’ I looked at my watch. The time was fifteen minutes after ten. ‘This is where you can help me. I’ve set a trap for O’Reilly. There’s a chance he’ll lead me to where he’s hidden the money. I want you to come with me. It’s my one chance of licking this thing. I must have police witnesses.’
Renick hesitated.
‘I can’t imagine O’Reilly leading you to where he’s hidden the ransom. What makes you think he will?’
‘It’s a gamble, but there’s no other way out for me. I’m not going to try to get away, John. I just want your help. If this trick of mine fails, then I’m sunk.’
‘Well, all right, but I warn you, Harry, I’ve got to report this and it’s my bet Meadows will have you arrested. I’ve kept it from him up to now, but he’s got to be told.’
‘Give me an hour. If I can’t swing it by then, then I’ll take what’s coming to me.’
‘Well, okay.’
‘Can I telephone Nina? She’ll be wondering where I am.’ He waved to the telephone.
I called Nina. I told her I was with Renick and said I was going after O’Reilly.
‘Keep your fingers crossed for me,’ I said, ‘and don’t worry.’ I hung up. To Renick, I said, ‘Let’s go.’
‘Go where?’
‘Malroux’s place.’
Renick made for the door and I followed him.
The two detectives waiting outside looked inquiringly at Renick.
‘I want them along too,’ I said.
The four of us walked down to the police car. During the drive out to Malroux’s place no one spoke.
When we reached the gates, I said, ‘We’ll walk up. I don’t want him to know we’re here.’
We reached the house at ten minutes to eleven. The lights were on in three of the ground floor rooms.
It was a hot night and all the french windows stood open.
‘I’ll go first,’ I said, ‘then you follow on.’
Moving silently, I mounted the steps leading to the terrace. Then keeping close to the wall, I walked to the open french windows and cautiously peered in.
They were there.
O’Reilly in a sports shirt and slacks, was sprawling in a lounging chair, a highball in his hand. Rhea was lying on the settee. She was smoking and she looked far from relaxed.
Renick joined me silently. The two detectives hovered in the shadows behind us.
O’Reilly was saying, ‘He’s bluffing. You’ll see. I bet you it’s so much hot air.’
‘It’s nearly eleven. Turn it on.’
Their voices came clearly to us.
O’Reilly got out of the chair and turned on the big TV set that stood in a corner. He returned to his chair and drank half the highball at a swallow.
There was a gangster film showing. Two men, guns in hand, were stalking each other in the half dark.
Rhea swung her long, slim legs off the settee and stared at the screen. The two of them sat there, waiting.
At eleven o’clock, the picture faded and Fred Hickson appeared on the screen.
‘We interrupt this programme to bring you the latest development in the Malroux kidnapping…’ he said, and then went on to read the announcement I had dictated to him. When he had finished, the gangster picture came on again.
I stood there, watching and waiting, so tense I could scarcely breathe. I didn’t have to wait long.
O’Reilly jumped to his feet, slopping his drink.
‘Goddam it!’
He crossed to the TV set and turned it off, then he spun around, his fleshy face pale, his eyes alarmed.
‘Nine o’clock tomorrow! That must mean they haven’t the warrant yet or they would have started right away. I’d better get down to the airport!’
I drew in a long breath of relief. My bet had come off. I had guessed right.
‘What do you mean?’ Rhea demanded.
‘Mean?’ He scowled at her. ‘What do you think I mean? If they find that dough, we’ll be in trouble.
I’m getting it right away before they find it. I was a dope to have left it there. I might have guessed they would start something like this.’
Rhea got to her feet. Her face was white and her eyes were glittering.
‘It’s a trap, you fool! Do you imagine Barber would have warned you if he wasn’t hoping you’d lead him to
