'Hold it!'
Jenson trod on the brake and brought his car to a standstill. 'Before you muck up the ground,' Harmas said, 'let's take a look.'
He and Jenson went over to the lay-by. On a patch of soft ground they came upon a deep impression of a tyre track.
Harmas stared at it.
'This could be too good to be true,' he said. 'If we find the same track at Jason's Glen, I'd say my hunch is paying off.
Take a look at this ... see how the tyre is worn on the left side. It is as good as a finger print. If you saw it again would you recognize it?'
Jenson examined the track for a long moment, then he nodded.
'Yeah... so what?'
'We'll go up to the glen and see if we can find the same impression there.'
Jenson shrugged and returned to the car. With Harmas at his side, he drove up the narrow road that led to the glen.
It took the two men more than an hour of patient searching before Jenson came across the tyre track.
'Here it is,' he called to Harmas who was on the far side of the glen.
Harmas joined him. The track was clear in the sandy soil. The two men squatted beside it.
'That's it!' Harrnas's expression showed his excitement. 'Who says I'm not one hell of a detective!' He moved back.
'This guy drove his car between these two shrubs. The car would be out of sight... yeah, that's it!'
'Will you quit talking to yourself and make with some explanations?' Jenson said. 'You think this could be the killer's car?'
As they walked back to the car, Harmas said, 'That's my bet. Remember I asked Mrs. Barlowe why she and her husband came out here and she said he was in a romantic mood and wanted to?' 'Yeah ... go on.'
'She let drop that they had gone to the Court road-house. I went out there last night and got talking to the barman. He says Barlowe didn't want to come out here and they almost had a stand-up fight before Barlowe finally agreed to bring her here. She went to the ladies' room and kept him waiting some minutes. I wondered if she had used the telephone.
There's a record of all out-going calls, and at the time she was in the ladies' room, there's a record of a call to Elmwood 68009. I checked and it's the number of the call box we've just looked at. I think Maddox is right as usual.' Harmas shrugged. 'He's always right. I think she and a boy friend murdered Barlowe. The boy friend was waiting for her to call, alerting him they were on their way. He then drove up there, hid his car and when they arrived, he shot Barlowe.'
Jenson looked worried.
'Are you suggesting the boy friend then attacked and raped her? To hell with that for an idea!'
'I'll quote Maddox. He said he would be happy to be attacked and raped for fifty grand.'
'That's what Maddox says. A woman wouldn't....'
'But we are one jump ahead of you,' Harmas said. 'We've turned a Tracing Agency onto this woman and they've come up with quite a dossier. She has not only been in jail for stealing she was also a prostitute before she married Barlowe. I think Maddox is right. A woman like that wouldn't flinch from rough treatment if it gave her an alibi and earned her fifty thousand dollars.'
'You think this sex killer is her boy friend?'
'No. I think her boy friend did the Caltex job, and he duplicated the sex killing as a front. The fact your patrol officer and Barlowe were killed by the same gun, points to it.'
'If these two were going to horn in on a fifty thousand dollar insurance,' Jenson said, 'why should he risk his neck for a three thousand dollar hold-up?'
Harmas stared at him for a long moment.
'Yeah ... that's a point. Look, let's keep an open mind on this. The Barlowe woman has already lied once. Let's go and talk to her ... maybe she'll lie again.'
Meg Barlowe was sitting up in bed as the nurse led Jenson and Harmas into her room. Although her left eye was stall badly bruised, Harmas was again aware of her sensual handsomeness.
'I have to worry you again, Mrs. Barlowe,' Jenson said.
'I'm told you'll be leaving here in a couple of days.'
Meg looked from Jenson to Harmas and then back to Jenson again. 'Yes.'
Harmas had an idea she was nervous. He stood back and watched her.
'I understand you and your husband spent the evening at the Court road house and he then persuaded you to go with him to Jason's Glen: Is that correct?' Jenson asked. Meg nodded. 'Yes.'
'Did you want to go with him?'
'Not particularly. In fact I told him it mightn't be safe, but he laughed at me. I guess he was a little high ... I guess I was too.'
'It was his idea to go out there ... not yours?' She stared at him for a long moment before saying, 'That's right.'
'When you reached Jason's Glen, did you see anyone up there ... any parked car?'
'No. I - I thought we had the place to ourselves.' 'How long were you there before the attack started?' 'About five minutes ... a little more.' 'What happened exactly?'
'We were talking. Then suddenly I saw a flash and heard a bang. Phil ... fell forward. I looked around and there was this man. He pointed the gun at me and told me to get out of the car. I got out and started to run. Although he was short and fat, he was very quick. He caught up with me and jerked me around, I struck him and his hat fell off. I saw he was completely bald.' 'You are sure of that?' Jenson asked. 'He couldn't have been very fair or even white haired, and in the moonlight, you thought he was bald?' .
Harmas grinned at him.
'Maddox would love that remark. If you go on making those bright deductions, you'll finish up as Chief of Police.' As he got into the car beside Jenson, he went on, 'Hey! Here's an idea! If she has a boy friend, guess which room in Barlowe's house he is most likely to visit?' Jenson started the car. 'Go on ... I can guess.'
'The way she keeps that house, never cleaning it, you might find his finger prints. Why not send your boys out there and go-ever the bedroom before she leaves hospital? You could do it nice and quiet without anyone knowing. If she has a record, he might too and then we could find him a lot faster than waiting for him to come out from under the wraps.
And another thing ... finger print the gun box. You might get a surprise there.'
Jenson drove in silence to the hotel, frowning, then as he pulled up outside the hotel he said, 'Yeah, you've got something. Okay, I'll send the boys out there this afternoon.'
'Who runs the Pru Town Small Arms Club?' Harmas asked as he got out of the car, 'and where do I find him?'
'Harry Seamore. You'll probably find him at the club on Sycamore Street. Why?'
'I want to talk to him,' Harmas said. 'Stick around, I'll get the^dossier.'
Harry Seamore, a heavy built, red-faced man in his early forties, shook hands with Harmas after Harmas had introduced himself.
'I'm interested in Barlowe's gun,' Harmas said. 'I've been told he gave the gun away about nine months ago. Do you know who he gave it to?'
Seamore, settling in his chair, looked puzzled.
'I think you have made a mistake. Phil wouldn't ever give his guns away. I know for a fact he had one of them last week. I happened to have borrowed it from him.'
Harmas leaned forward.
'Guns? Did he have more than one?'
Seamore grinned.
'He had a pair and they were beauties. I ought to know. I got them for him: they were a matched pair: about the best .38's I've ever handled.'
