Tom nearly fell for this, but at the last split second, his mind became alive and he shook his bead.
“I have an ignition key, but not the key to the boot.”
Beigler stared at him, then went to the police car, got a tyre lever from the tool box and returned to the Buick. He wrestled for a long moment, before he broke the lock. He lifted the lid of the boot.
“Nothing,” he said and then looked at Terrell. “Could be he swopped cars again, Chief.”
“Okay, Joe. Let’s get back to headquarters. We can drop Mr. Whiteside on the way.”
They got in the police car and Beigler sent it shooting along the highway.
“Maisky could have stashed the carton some place before he moved into the cave,” Terrell said, speaking his thoughts aloud. “We know he couldn’t have got the carton past the road blocks, but he’s a bright boy. It is just possible he has hidden the carton somewhere and has got out. That sum of money is worth waiting for. He might be prepared to wait six months before coming back here and collecting the money.”
Beigler grunted. “We must be sure no one answering his description has left town without the carton.”
“More work,” Beigler said. “Where could he hide a box that size?”
“Any left-luggage office for a start. But he couldn’t have handled it on his own. We’ll get it on TV and the radio. Someone might have spotted him.”
Tom listened to all this, realising that these two didn’t even suspect him of having the money. This was something, he thought, he found hard to believe, until he again thought of his father. It was his father as usual who gave him his background of respectability. Even from the grave, his father was casting a cloak of protection around him, and Tom felt ashamed.
They pulled up outside his bungalow.
“Okay, Mr. Whiteside. Thanks for your help,” Terrell said. “We won’t bother you now. Tomorrow, I’ll want a statement from you.” He regarded Tom’s white, strained face. “I guess you should get to bed.”
“I think I’ll do that,” Tom said. “Whatever I ate is playing hell with me.”
As the police car drove away, Sheila opened the front door. Maisky was standing in the living-room doorway. Both of them were very tense.
“Well?” Sheila asked as Tom came up the path.
“It’s okay so far,” Tom said, moving past her. To Maisky, he went on, “They think you have hidden the carton somewhere and have left town.”
Maisky smiled.
“Suppose we all have a cup of tea?” he said. “Get us some tea, my pretty. There is nothing like tea when you have had a shock.”
To Tom’s surprise, Sheila went into the kitchen and put on the kettle.
“We’ll get away with this,” Maisky said, sitting down and pressing his finger tips together. He beamed at Tom. “I have a feeling about it. You see… we’ll get away with it.”
Tom went into the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes, shed his jacket and dropped flat on the bed. He felt cold and sick. He lay back and closed his eyes.
Later, he heard Sheila go into the sitting-room and the chink of tea cups. She came to the bedroom door.
“Do you want tea?”
Without opening his eyes, he shook his head.
“Just leave me alone… will you?”
“Don’t act like a goddamn prima donna!” Sheila said furiously. “Pull yourself together! Don’t just lie there!”
He opened his eyes and stared at her. How could he have possibly loved this woman? he thought. He sat up and swung his legs off the bed.
“I want you to get out of here as soon as it is safe to move the money,” he said. “I’ve had enough of you. Take the money… take that little ape with you, but get out and leave me alone! I’m not touching a dollar of that money! Do you hear! All I want is to see the last of you!”
She stared at him, startled, then she threw back her head in a strident laugh.
“Mr. Cheapie to the end. Do you imagine I don’t want to see the last of you, you poor creep? Okay, if that’s the way you want it, it suits me fine. When our little pal thinks it is safe to go, I’ll go too, but not before.”
Maisky listening to this smiled. Well, he thought, at least I now don’t have to worry about the man. All I have to do is to watch this bitch.
He nipped back to his chair as Sheila came down the passage.
“Your tea is getting cold, my pretty,” he said. “Did I hear you two arguing about something?”
“Mind your own business!” Sheila snapped, taking her cup of tea. She walked to the window and stared out, her mind busy.
Maisky stared at her, then shrugged. He walked to the TV Set and turned it on.
“Oh, give it a rest, can’t you?” Sheila said without turning.
“Certainly not.” Maisky consulted his watch. “It is time for the news. In our situation, my pretty, it is always well to keep up with the news.”
Halfway through the programme, the announcer said, “we have several items of news concerning the Casino robbery. As we announced last night, the police are still warning all banks and shops to look out for any $500 bills that might be offered for change. These bills must not be accepted unless the person offering them is known and the name and address of the owner written on the bill. The police are also…”
She dropped her cup. It fell on the parquet floor, spilling the hot tea and smashing into pieces. Slowly, she put down the saucer, a cold fear gripping her heart.
Marshall… the watch! Had he put her name on the bill she had given him? Had h
At the sound of the smashing cup, Maisky jerked around in his chair. He saw her expression of fear, the tightness of her mouth, her scared, glittering eyes and he knew at once she had spent one or more of the bills.
He remained motionless for a long second, his face convulsed with rage, then, feeling his heart begin to hammer, he got slowly to his feet.
“You bitch!” he said, his voice strangled. “You’ve spent some of the money… haven’t you?”
Sheila stepped back, shaken by the vicious expression on his thin face. He was suddenly transformed into a deadly, wild animal.
“No!”
“You’re lying! You spent some of that money!”
“I tell you I didn’t!”
He left the room, moving swiftly, and burst into the bedroom where Tom was lying on the bed.
“Get up! Your whore has spent some of the money! What could she have bought?” Maisky’s voice was shrill with rage. “Search the place! She’s spent some of the money!”
With a feeling of dread, Tom got off the bed.
“She couldn’t have… she’s not that stupid,” he said.
Maisky glared around the room, then he rushed to the chest of drawers and pulled out the top drawer. The drawer fell to the floor and Maisky, muttering, half insane with rage and fear, upended it.
The .25 automatic and the gold watch came into sight from between a pair of blue panties and a bra.
Beigler poured coffee into two paper cups. He passed one cup to Terrell, and then carried the other to his desk.
“Look, Chief,” he said as he sat down, “have you thought the Whitesides could have found the money and are sitting on it?”
Terrell sipped the coffee and then began to load his pipe.
“Not Tom Whiteside, Joe. We have to keep this thing in the right perspective. I’ve known his father for years… he was a saint.”
“Does that make his son a saint?” Beigler asked patiently.
“All right, Joe… it doesn’t, of course, but he’s not the type. For one thing, he wouldn’t know what to do with all that money.”
“But his wife would.”
