'No, but we might find out if we dug deep enough.'
'If we could prove she was his mistress beyond any reasonable doubt, then I would think you're on to something, Paul.' Forest reached out and stubbed his cigarette out into the ash-bowl. He looked up and his cold green eyes probed Conrad's face. 'I don't have to tell you that the only reason why I accepted office was because I was determined to nail Maurer. I know how you feel about him yourself: that makes the two of us. Up to now we've got exactly nowhere. He's never stepped out of turn, never made a wrong move, never given us anything we can use against him. We've nailed four of his best men during the past two years, and that was an achievement, considering the opposition we came up against. But in spite of keeping after him, we're no further to nailing Maurer now than we were when I took office.' He leaned forward and poked a finger in Conrad's direction. 'I'm not going to discourage any hunches, any leads or any ideas that might give me a chance – no matter how remote – to throw a hook into Maurer. Okay, you think Maurer could be at the back of this killing. He could be. I don't say he is, but he could be, and that's enough for me. Go ahead and make some inquiries, but don't let anyone know what you're doing. The only way we're going to corner Maurer is to surprise him, and make no mistake about it, surprising Maurer is my idea of a modern miracle. He has ears everywhere. He knows every move we make as soon as we make it. But go ahead and start digging. I don't give a damn if it is a waste of public money. We've got to gamble on hunches or we'll get nowhere. Don't make any written reports. Keep this between your staff and myself. Don't bring police headquarters into it unless you have to. I'm pretty certain someone at headquarters talks.'
Conrad's face lit up with a triumphant smile. He had hoped Forest would react in this way, but knowing the amount of work the office had to handle, he didn't think Forest would give him an okay to go ahead on the flimsy evidence he had to offer.
'That's fine, sir. I'll start right away. Van Roche and Miss Fielding are okay. I'll need them, but apart from them I'll keep this under my hat. I'll see if I can dig up some dirt on June Arnot. If I can link her with Maurer we've really got something to work on.'
'I'll leave it to you, Paul,' Forest said. 'As soon as you think you've got something, let me know.' He glanced at his wrist-watch. 'I've got to be in court in ten minutes. Don't take up too much time on the investigation. We've got a lot on our hands, but this comes first, understand?'
'Yes, sir,' Conrad said happily, and got to his feet.
'There's just one other little thing,' Forest said, and looked up. 'This isn't my business, but I'm going to mention it because I like you and because I take an interest in you. If I'm talking out of turn, say so and I'll shut up, but sometimes a word at the right time can be helpful.'
'Why, sure,' Conrad said, puzzled. 'What's wrong, sir?'
'Nothing yet,' Forest said. He looked down at his smoking cigarette, then looked up again. 'Are you looking after that pretty wife of yours properly, Paul?'
Conrad's face tightened. This was unexpected, and he felt blood mount slowly to his face.
'I don't think I understand, sir.'
'Someone told me your wife was at the Paradise club last night on her own,'
Forest said quietly. 'She wasn't exactly sober. I don't have to tell you that Maurer owns the club, nor do I have to tell you a lot of people, including Maurer and his mob, know she is the wife of my Chief Investigator.' He got to his feet and came around the desk. 'That's all, Paul. I don't know if you knew, but if you didn't, it's time you did. See what you can do about it, will you? It's not good for business, and I don't think it's good for your wife.' He smiled suddenly, and his hard face softened a little. He put his hand on Conrad's shoulder. 'Don't look as if the end of the world has come. It hasn't. Young women as pretty as your wife often try to kick over the traces. Maybe she's finding life a little dull: especially when you get called out suddenly. But have a word with her. She'll listen to reason.' He patted Conrad's shoulder, picked up his brief-case and made for the door. 'I must be going. I'll expect some news of Maurer from you in a day or so.'
'Yes, sir,' Conrad said woodenly.
II
Conrad's staff consisted of his- secretary, Madge Fielding, and his leg-man, Van Roche. Neither of them appeared to have any other interests except the work of the department, and when Conrad came into his office he found them waiting impatiently for him.
'What's the verdict, Paul?' Van Roche demanded as Conrad crossed the room to his desk.
'We go after Maurer,' Conrad told him, pulling out his chair and sitting down. The D.A. says he isn't going to pass up the remotest chance, and although he isn't entirely sold on the evidence, he thinks we should at least do some preliminary work.'
Van Roche grinned and rubbed his hands together. He was tall and thin, darkcomplexioned with a pencil-lined moustache. 'That's terrific!' he exclaimed. 'You certainly must have dug it into him! What's the preliminary work?'
Conrad glanced over at Madge Fielding who sat at her desk, toying with a pencil, her big grey eyes thoughtful. She was around twenty-six or seven, small, compact and durably put together. She had no claim to beauty. Her small features, her snub nose and her strong, firm mouth gave her face interest, but nothing more. Instead of beauty, she had an astonishing stamina for hard work, boundless enthusiasm and energetic efficiency.
'Well, what's your reaction, Madge?' Conrad asked, smiling at her.
'I was thinking that if you two are going to dig into Maurer's past you'd better buy yourselves a couple of bullet-proof vests,' she said quietly. 'And I'm not kidding.' Van Roche gave an exaggerated shudder. 'How right she is. Trust our little Madge to put her finger on the weak spot. Well, I guess I'll take out an insurance policy to cover my funeral. I'd like to be put away in style.' Conrad shook his head.
'That's the least of our worries. Maurer's got beyond shooting cops. Ten years ago he wouldn't have hesitated, but not now. He's too much of a business man, and he has too much to lose to take chances. He knows shooting cops is about the one thing no one gets away with. No, I don't think we have much to worn' about on that score. We'll be all right; it's our witnesses we'll have to protect, if we ever find any witnesses.'
'Well, that's a relief,' Van said, lighting a cigarette. 'How do we start? What's the first move?'
'Nothing very exciting, I'm afraid,' Conrad returned. 'Our first job is to make a review of the work we have in hand and see what can be shelved and what has got to be done. The D.A. said Maurer comes first, but we can't just sling the other work into the trash-basket. Suppose we see what we've got? If we put our backs into it, we should be able to have a clear run by tomorrow morning. Madge, will you make a list of the important items and then we'll get down to it?'
Madge nodded and went briskly over to the filing cabinets. While she was getting out the more urgent files,
