“Yep. He had time to get away from it when he heard me coming, but he was there, right enough.”
“That's mild for him,” I said. “How'd you all make out with Mrs. J.?”
He puckered his thick lips up in an o and blew breath out noisily. “What a dame!”
25
We went into Mimi's bedroom. She was sitting in a deep chair by a window looking very pleased with herself. She smiled gayly at me and said: “My soul is spotless now. I've confessed everything.”
Guild stood by a table wiping his face with a handkerchief. There were still some drops of sweat on his temples, and his face seemed old and tired. The knife and chain, and the handkerchief they had been wrapped in, were on the table.
“Finished?” I asked.
“I don't know, and that's a fact,” he said. He turned his head to address Mimi: “Would you say we were finished?”
Mimi laughed. “I can't imagine what more there would be.”
“Well,” Guild said slowly, somewhat reluctantly, “in that case I guess I'd like to ta!k to Mr. Charles, if you'll excuse us for a couple of minutes.” He folded his handkerchief carefully and put it in his pocket.
“You can talk here.” She got up from the chair. “I'll go out and talk to Mrs. Charles till you're through.” She tapped my cheek playfully with the tip of a forefinger as she passed me. “Don't let them say too horrid things about me, Nick.”
Andy opened the door for her, shut it behind her, and made the o and the b!owing noise again.
I lay down on the bed. “Well,” I asked, “what's what?”
Guild cleared his throat. “She told us about finding this here chain and knife on the floor where the Wolf dame had most likely broke it off fighting with Wynant, and she told us the reasons why she'd hid it till now. Between me and you, that don't make any too much sense, looking at it reasonably, but maybe that ain't the way to look at it in this case. To tell you the plain truth, I don't know what to make of her in a lot of ways, I don't for a fact.”
“The chief thing,” I advised them, “is not to let her tire you out. When you catch her in a lie, she admits it and gives you another lie to take its place and, when you catch her in that one, admits it and gives you still another, and so on. Most people—even women—get discouraged after you've caught them in the third or fourth straight lie and fall back on either the truth or silence, but not Mimi. She keeps trying and you've got to be careful or you'll find yourself believing her, not because she seems to be telling the truth, but simply because you're tired of disbelieving her.”
Guild said: “Hm-m-m. Maybe.” He put a finger inside his collar. He seemed very uncomfortable. “Look here, do you think she killed that dame?”
I discovered that Andy was staring at me so intently that his eyes bulged. I sat up and put my feet on the floor. “I wish I knew. That chain business looks like a plant, all right, but . . . We can find out whether he had a chain like that, maybe whether he still has it. If she remembered the chain as well as she said she did, there's no reason why she couldn't have told a jeweler how to make one, and anybody can buy a knife and have any initials they want engraved on it. There's plenty to be said against the probability of her having gone that far. If she did plant it, it's more likely she had the original chain—maybe she's had it for years—but all that's something for you folks to check up.”
“We're doing the best we can,” Guild said patiently. “So you do think she did it?”
“The murder?” I shook my head. “I haven't got that far yet. How about Nunheim? Did the bullets match up?”
“They did—from the same gun as was used on the dame—all five of them .”
“He was shot five times?”
“He was, and close enough to burn his clothes.”
“I saw his girl, the big red-head, tonight in a speak,” I told him. “She's saying you and I killed him because he knew too much.”
He said: “Hm-m-m. What speak was that? I might want tQ talk to her.”
“Studsy Burke's Pigiron Club,” I said, and gave him the address. “Morelli hangs out there too. He tells me Julia Wolf's real name is Nancy Kane and she has a boy friend doing time in Ohio—Face Peppler.”
From the tone of Guild's “Yes?” I imagined he had already found out about Peppler and about Julia's past. “And what else did you pick up in your travels?”
“A friend of mine—Larry Crowley, a press agent—saw Jorgensen coming out of a hock-shop on Sixth near Forty-sixth yesterday afternoon.”
“Yes?”
“You don't seem to get excited about my news. I'm—”
Mimi opened the door and came in with glasses, whisky, and mineral water on a tray. “I thought you'd like a drink,” she said cheerfully.
We thanked her.
She put the tray on the table, said, “I don't mean to interrupt,” smiled at us with that air of amused tolerance which women like to affect towards male gatherings, and went out.
“You were saying something,” Guild reminded me.
“Just that if you people think I'm not coming clean with you, you ought to say so. We've been playing along together so far and I wouldn't want—”
“No, no,” Guild said hastily, “it's nothing like that, Mr. Charles.” His face had reddened a little. “I been— The fact is the Commissioner's been riding us for action and I guess I been kind of passing it on. This second murder's made things tough.” He turned to the tray on the table. “How'll you have yours?”
“Straight, thanks. No leads on it?”
“Well, the same gun and a lot of bullets, same as with her, but that's about all. It was a rooming-house hallway in between a couple stores. Nobody there claims they know Nunheim or Wynant or anybody else we can connect. The door's left unlocked, anybody could walk in, but that don't make too much sense when you come to think of it.”
“Nobody saw or heard anything?”
“Sure, they heard the shooting, but they didn't see anybody doing it.” He gave me a glass of whisky.
“Find any empty shells?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Neither time. Probably a revolver.”
“And he emptied it both times—counting the shot that hit her telephone—if, like a lot of people, he carried an empty chamber under the hammer.”
Guild lowered the glass he was raising towards his mouth. “You're not trying to find a Chinese angle on it, are you?” he complained, “just because they shoot like that,”
“No, but any kind of angle would help some. Find out where Nunheim was the afternoon the girl was killed?”
“Uh-huh. Hanging around the girl's building—part of the time anyhow. He was seen in front and he was seen in back, if you're going to believe people that didn't think much of it at the time and haven't got any reason for lying about it. And the day before the killing he had been up to her apartment, according to an elevator boy. The boy says he came down right away and he don't know whether he got in or not.”
I said: “So. Maybe Miriam's right, maybe he did know too much. Find out anything about the four thousand difference between what Macaulay gave her and what Clyde Wynant says he got from her?”
“No.”
“Morelli says she always had plenty of money. He says she once lent him five thousand in cash.”
Guild raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”
“Yes. He also says Wynant knew about her record.”
“Seems to me,” Guild said slowly, “Morelli did a lot of talking to you.',
“He likes to talk. Find out anything more about what Wynant was working on when he left, or what he was
