‘I don’t think he’ll wake up,’ I said,’ ‘but if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get him into the car.’
‘Course,’ he said gravely, ‘give you a hand.’
‘I can manage,’ I said desperately.
‘Nonsense!’ he said violently. ‘Help a fellow man in distress – only decent thing to do!’ He grabbed hold of Brent’s other arm and together we staggered across the sidewalk to the car and somehow got Johnny inside.
The drunk dusted his hands proudly. ‘There you are,’ he said, ‘he’s all set now!’
‘Thanks,’ I told him.
I drove down to the carnival ground. There were no lights on and I didn’t see anyone around. I stopped the car outside the Harem Girl’s Hall and switched off the engine and the lights. I sat there for five long minutes in the darkness with Johnny beside me and waited.
I got out of the car, walked around the other side, opened the door and dragged Brent out. I left him propped up against the barker’s box in front of the tent, then went back to the car. I drove home slowly, had a final drink and went to bed.
I didn’t wake until midday. Maybe I wouldn’t have woken then, except for the phone jangling in my ear. I answered it.
‘Good morning,’ a husky voice said in my ear. ‘How’s my man this morning?’
‘Suffering from a hangover,’ I said. ‘How are you?’
‘I’m wonderful,’ she told me. ‘I’ve been missing you ever since you left.’
‘That’s nice to hear,’ I said. I tried to stop my head throbbing.
‘If you recover from your hangover in time,’ she said, ‘how about coming to the club again tonight?’
‘Is this the way you get paying customers?’ I asked her.
She laughed. ‘No, darling. You can pick me up at the club at midnight. I’ll see you in the foyer.’
I wondered if they found Brent’s body yet. If they had, it would be in the afternoon’s papers. I thought about Mrs Brent. How the hell could I tell her that her husband was dead?
I went to the office and sat there for half an hour, thinking about it. Then I finally decided that whether or not I was sticking my neck out, I’d have to tell her. I rang her number and listened to the phone ringing monotonously. Finally, I hung up.
I waited half an hour and rang again. There was still no answer. I thought I’d go around to her apartment and wait until she came home. The block where she lived was shabbier than I’d expected. I walked up the stairs to the third floor and pressed the buzzer. No one answered the door. I pressed it again just to make sure, then lit a cigarette and settled down to wait.
An old dame came up the stairs slowly and looked at me curiously. She hesitated for a moment, then said, ‘You waiting for somebody?’
‘I’m waiting for Mrs Brent to come home,’ I told her.
She shook her head slowly. ‘You’ve got the wrong address, mister. There’s nobody living in that apartment. It has been empty for a couple of days.’
‘It can’t have been,’ I said. I pulled out the piece of paper with Mrs Brent’s address on it. ‘I’ve got it here,’ I said and showed it to her.
She peered short-sightedly at it. ‘That’s the right phone number,’ she said. ‘There was someone in there until a couple of days ago, but like I told you, it has been empty since then.’
‘Who was in there then?’ I asked her.
‘A girl,’ she said, ‘a Miss Jones.’
‘What did she look like?’
‘Pretty. Blonde with her hair cut short. Always wore pearl ear-rings. She only stayed one day, though.’
‘Thanks,’ I muttered, ‘I must have the wrong address.’
I walked down the stairs slowly, wondering whether I was crazy or Mrs Brent was crazy. The old dame’s description of the Miss Jones who’d had the apartment sounded awfully like Mrs Brent.
I drove back to the office. There was no mention in the paper of any corpse being found in the carnival ground. I read through it from front page to back page. Whoever had found Brent’s body was keeping the fact very quiet. I gave up.
CHAPTER FOUR
Midnight, she came out into the foyer and smiled warmly when she saw me. ‘It’s good to see you, Rex,’ she said and tucked her arm firmly into mine. ‘How is the hangover?’
‘Fine,’ I said. We walked out to the car. I started the engine.
‘Rex,’ she said, ‘I want you to take me to a party.’
‘I’m easy,’ I said. ‘Where is it?’
‘In the carnival ground,’ she said. I felt something hard press into my ribs and looked down. She was holding a gun. ‘Please don’t be difficult, Rex,’ she said. ‘I like you – I really do. I’d hate to have to shoot you.’
We reached the carnival ground twenty minutes later. The shows were all shut down and the last few people were leaving. I drove down the lane and she told me to stop outside the Harem Girls’ Hall. Tyson was waiting there. He also had a gun in his hand.
‘Good work,’ he said to Katherine. ‘Sorry to bring you out this late, Mr Kaufman, but we wanted to ask you some questions. Follow me.’
We went across the stage and down to the back of the tent. Waiting there were the two guys who’d picked a fight with me the day before. Tyson went over to a large wooden box standing in the corner and lifted the lid. I looked down at the corpse of Johnny Brent.
‘Since you left him on our doorstep this morning,’ Tyson said, ‘we thought you might like to tell us why.’
‘I thought he belonged to you,’ I said, ‘so I returned him.’
‘I can assure you, Mr Kaufman,’ there was an edge to his voice, ‘I am not in the mood for jokes! Rudolph and Hans over there,’ he looked at the two hoods, ‘are both itching to lay their hands on you! You can either answer my questions sensibly, or I’ll turn you over to them.’
‘He was shot in my apartment,’ I said. ‘I don’t know who by. He was standing there talking to me one moment and the next moment he was dead. I never saw who killed him. By the time I got outside into the corridor, the elevator was on the way down.’
Tyson sniffed. ‘Why did you bring him here?’
‘I thought he belonged here,’ I said. ‘I didn’t want him and he had always said you were a great friend of his.’
‘You’re lying!’
‘To be strictly truthful, his wife gave me your name. She’d seen a receipt for two hundred bucks signed in your name.’
‘Wife?’ Tyson repeated. ‘What story is this? Brent never had any wife!’
I began to feel awfully tired. ‘Look,’ I said, ‘this dame came to see me, said she was Brent’s wife and he was missing and would I find him for her. She told me about that receipt, that he used to go to the Green Dragon a lot and there was a name written on a piece of paper.’
‘Cielli?’ he asked.
‘That’s right,’ I agreed.
Tyson paced up and down. ‘Brent had no wife!’ he said harshly.
‘I wouldn’t know,’ I said. ‘I tried to contact her this afternoon at the address she gave me. No one had been there for the last two days. A Miss Jones, who sounded awfully like the Mrs Brent I knew, had the apartment for one day.’
Tyson stopped and looked at me. ‘Your story is too stupid to be anything else but the truth,’ he said.
‘Perhaps, now I think of it, it is just as well you did put Brent’s body outside here last night.’
‘I’m so glad you’re happy,’ I said.
Katherine lit a cigarette. ‘What do we do now?’ she asked.
‘We can get rid of Brent’s body,’ Tyson said, ‘that is one thing for sure.’ He looked at me again. ‘Kaufman is a
