it had been with her father. 'He thought a great deal of you, too, Dusty. He thought you were, well, not weak exactly, but a little too easy-going. But-'
Dusty nodded, humbly. He thought, I'll have to get her out of this neighborhood fast. Get her away before any of these bastards talked to her.
His arms tightened around her fiercely. Even the thought of losing her was terrifying. God, she couldn't find out the truth. He'd rather the than have her find out. He would the.
He held her, tighter and tighter, and still he could not get close enough to escape the fear. There was only one escape from that – there had never been but one escape from The Fear – and… And she laughed, tenderly, and leaned back. She lay back on the lounge, pulling him with her.
'Yes, Dusty! Yes, darling!' she said, and her voice was eager. And, then, right at that long-waited-for moment, she suddenly frowned and pushed him away. 'Dusty! Someone's stopped out in front.'
'What? To hell with 'em,' he said. 'Just-'
'Don't! We can't!' She sat up firmly. 'Who is it, Dusty?'
He released her reluctantly. He turned and looked through the curtains, cursed under his breath. It was a small black sedan. He didn't recognize the man behind the wheel, although he had a vaguely familiar look about him. But the man getting out of the car was Kossmeyer.
'My dad's lawyer.' he grunted. 'Now what the hell does he want?'
'Well…' She looked at him, a trace of a frown on her face. 'He might want any number of things. After all, with your father dead…'
'Yeah. But, right now. Why the hell does he have to come now?'
The frown disappeared. Her eyes softened again with tenderness. And promise. And she kissed him swiftly. 'I know, but it'll be all the better, darling. You'll see. I'll be waiting for you, waiting and ready, Dusty, and…'
She was gone, back into his bedroom. Frowning, he arose and went to the front door.
'Well,' he said, curdy. 'What do you want?'
'Maybe,' said Kossmeyer, 'I want to give you ten thousand dollars. Or maybe twenty thousand. Or maybe…'
He opened the screen and came in. He sat down and crossed his short legs, cocked an eyebrow expectantly at Dusty. Hesitantly, his pulse quickening, Dusty also sat down.
She hadn't closed the bedroom door. If Kossmeyer got nasty, she'd – But he could fix that, explain it. Kossmeyer had tried to take advantage of the old man. He'd put a stop to it, and the attorney had gotten sore at him.
'What do you mean?' he said. 'Why should you want to give me ten or twenty thousand dollars?'
'We-el,' Kossmeyer shrugged, 'of course, I'm using the verb advisedly. I represent your dad's insurers, Rhodes. They're a client of mine..'
'His insurers?' Dusty stared at him blankly. 'What-?'
'Yeah, you know, the one he carried a policy with. Ten thousand dollars, double indemnity. We got kind of a little problem on it' – Kossmeyer raised his voice? as Dusty started to interrupt. 'Kind of a little problem. He died of heart failure, y'see, a natural cause. But the condition was,. brought on by, well, let's call it poison; that's what it actually was so far as he was concerned. In other words, the death could be construed as being an unnatural one, in which case, of course, the double indemnity clause would become applicable. Now-'
'Wait! Wait a minute!' Dusty raised his own voice. 'You've made a mistake. Dad didn't have any insurance.'
'He didn't, huh? You didn't know about it, huh?'
'Of course, he didn't!'
'Well,' said Kossmeyer. 'Well, let's see now.' And he took a folded sheaf of papers from his pocket and smoothed them out against his knee. 'According to our records, the records of the Great Southern and Midwest States Insurance Company, your father took out this policy approximately four years ago. You were entering college about that time, and I gather that he wanted to make sure of your education. Also, of course, he-'
Dusty laughed hoarsely, angrily. He said, 'I'm telling you you're wrong. I remember when he took that policy out. My mother was the beneficiary, not me. Anyway-'
'Your mother was the beneficiary,' Kossmeyer nodded equably. 'Naturally, she'd give you such help as you needed, and she was able to give. And, naturally, in the event that her death preceded your father's, the insurance would simply become part of his estate. It wasn't necessary to name you the alternate beneficiary. When he died you'd inherit that estate as, of course,' – the attorney looked up – 'you were fully aware.'
He waited. After a long moment, he said, 'You don't seem very happy, Rhodes. You're the sole heir to a nice juicy wad, and you don't seem at all happy about it. It's kind of surprising, y'know. Certain recent events considered, I'd have said you were pretty hungry for dough.'
'W-what – what do you mean by that?'
'Mean? Well, just that there's some other people around town that aren't very happy either. The hotel and their bonding company, and the county attorney. They kind of feel that they had their noses rubbed in it, know what I mean? They had to take it, but it left 'em pretty unhappy… But getting back to this insurance policy-'
'He didn't have one! It had lapsed! For God's sake, wouldn't I know if – if-' Dusty caught himself.
Kossmeyer grinned, and nodded again. 'That's right, Rhodes. You'd know, all right. Your dad was pretty well along in years when he took that policy out, and he wasn't in the best of health. He had to pay a premium of almost one hundred and fifty dollars a month. And when he didn't have it to pay, when he had to depend on you…'
'I didn't pay it! I-'
'No. You gave him the money, and let him pay it. It had to be that way. The only money he had was what you gave him '
'But I tell you – Oh,' Dusty said. 'So… so that's what he did with it. I thought he was giving the money to you.'
'Me? Why would I have dunned him, when I knew he didn't have it? The only payment I ever received was that one small retainer you gave me back at the start of the case.'
'But that day I talked to you, you said-'
'I said that our expenses had been high. I didn't need to tell you that they hadn't been paid… What are you trying to hand me, Rhodes?' Kossmeyer grimaced cynically. 'You knew where that money was going. Suppose he could have – from what I hear, I know damnned well you wouldn't have let him – but suppose he could have coaxed the dough out of you a few bucks at a time. Why would he want to anyway? What would be his purpose? The insurance was for your benefit. Why wouldn't he have told you about it?'
'I-I don't-'
But he did know, of course. The old man had been afraid to tell him. He hadn't wanted to admit his fear; probably, he had never admitted it consciously. But still the fear and distrust had been there: the knowledge that someone he loved – someone he had to love and be loved by – might be tempted to kill him.
And now?
Dusty brought a thoughtful frown to his face. Over his inner turmoil, he spread a shell of composure. Kossmeyer couldn't prove anything. He had said nothing yet that could not be explained on the grounds of personal malice. The thing now was to stop arguing with him, close the door on his insinuations. Otherwise…
He closed his mind oh the alternative. She had heard nothing thus far that was even mildly damning. She would hear still less than that from now on.
'I wonder,' he said, thoughtfully. 'I wonder why Dad did that. I suppose… well,,he probably thought I wouldn't let him make the sacrifices he had to if I'd known about it. He-'
'Sacrifices? With your dough?' 'It was as much his as mine. Anything I had was his, and-'
'It was, huh?' Kossmeyer's eyes glinted savagely. 'Horseshit! I've talked to your neighbors around here! I've talked to the people you trade with. I've talked to your doctor. And I've got the same damned story out of every mother's son! That poor devil didn't have two dimes to rattle together. You never did a thing for him that you could get out of doing. It was a disgrace, by God, and the pitiful part about it was the way he stuck up for you – told everyone what a swell guy you were when a blind man could see that-'
'That's a lie! I don't care what anyone says, I-' Dusty paused, forced down the rising tide of panic. 'I know what people probably say, he went on, 'but it just isn't true. I gave him plenty of money, and I didn't pin him down as to how he spent it. I didn't know he was using it for those insurance premiums. I – why, my God, don't you see
