Figure It Out for Yourself

‘Well, come on,’ he growled. ‘Haven’t you people got any beds?’

‘Are you looking for Dedrick?’ I asked.

‘We’re looking for this guy in the fawn suit,’ Muffin carefully. We’ve been looking for him since Lehmann’s killing. You don’t have to pay any attention to Brandon. He knows Grace Lehmann was murdered. He was just sounding off.’

‘If you’re looking for him, why haven’t you found him?’

Muffin’s red face turned purple.

‘If he’s to be found, we’ll find him. Don’t start making cute remarks. If he was still in town, we would have had him by now.’

‘Not if he’s holed up. You haven’t searched every house in town,’ I said. ‘And that’s the only way you will find him.’

Francon was getting bored with this.

‘Well, I guess I’m going to bed. I have a busy day in front of me,’ he said. ‘You have a week before they bring Perelli to trial. Two more days before I quit I’m not going into court with nothing in my hands, Vic. I warned you; and I mean it’

He went off before I could argue with him.

Depressed and tired, Paula, Mary and I went down the steps to the street.

‘Shall I take Mrs. Dedrick to my apartment?’ Paula asked.

‘If you will. We’ll meet tomorrow at the office. Maybe I’ll have an idea by then.’

I got them a taxi and saw them off, then, as I was walking over to the Buick, Muffin joined me.

‘Sorry about this, Vic,’ he said. ‘There’s nothing I can do about it.’

‘I know.’ I leaned against the car and groped for a cigarette. ‘Do you think Dedrick has managed to leave town?’

Muffin shrugged.

‘I don’t know. We have men watching the roads, the airport and the station. He was lucky if be did. He’s either got through the cordon or he’s found a hide-out where no one would think of looking for him. Something like that.’

‘I nodded.’

‘We’ve checked every likely spot,’ Mifflin went on. ‘If he has found a hide-out, it’s a good one.’

I had a sudden idea.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘It’s my bet he’s still in town. Stick around, Tim. I believe I’ve got something. Don’t go to bed yet. Maybe I’ll give you a call. Will you be at home?’

‘That’s where I’m going now,’ Muffin said. What’s the Idea? Where do you think he is?’

I climbed into the Buick and started the engine.

‘Where you wouldn’t dare look for him,’ I said out of the window. ‘Ocean End, brother.’

I engaged gear and drove away fast as he yelled after me.

II

I turned off the car headlights as I swung the nose of the Buick into the Private road leading to Ocean End.

The most unlikely place, and yet the most obvious for Dedrick to hide out would be Ocean End. If Marshland had left the estate, and Serena was there alone, Dedrick might not have much trouble to persuade her to give him sanctuary, depending on the story be told her.

It was no more than an idea, but although I was aching for my bed, I knew I couldn’t rest until I had put it to a test.

Half-way up the drive, I stopped the car and got out. I reluctantly decided it would be safer to walk the rest of the way.

The main gates were closed. I had heard stories about the various burglar alarms fitted throughout the estate, so I kept away from them. I walked beside the high wall until I came upon a creeper that looked strong enough to take my weight. With a little effort, I reached the top of the wall and surveyed the moonlit garden spread out before me.

I dropped quietly from the wall, landing in the soft soil of a rose bed.

In the distance I could see the house, and I moved cautiously towards it, keeping in the shadows, using every scrap of cover I could find until I reached the terrace.

The ground floor was in darkness, but two of the upper windows showed lights. The time was twenty minutes past two: late enough for anyone to be up.

My rubber-soled shoes made no sound as I mounted the steps that led to the terrace. Above me the light from one of the windows fell directly on the terrace, making a sharp, bright pattern on the white stone. The climb up to the window wasn’t difficult. The window led out on to a balcony, and by standing on the terrace balustrade I swung myself up on to the upper balcony. I hung on with both hands, drew myself up and peered into the uncurtained window.

I could scarcely believe my luck. The man in the fawn suit lay flat on his back on the bed. He had a glass of whisky in one hand and a magazine in the other. A cigarette burned evenly from his thin lips, and he read with frowning concentration.

I had played a hunch, and it had come off. Yet, come to think of it, it wasn’t so much luck as good reasoning. Where else would he have been so safe?

I wasn’t going to tackle him on my own. I wanted witnesses— Regretfully, I climbed down from the balcony and reached the terrace.

I tried to remember where the nearest phone-box was: too far away, anyway. Now I knew be was there I wasn’t going to lose sight of him. If he had been in bed and asleep, I might have risked leaving the estate in search of a telephone, but not when he might suddenly take it into his head to bolt.

I remembered there was a telephone in the lounge.

I walked silently along the terrace to the casement windows that led into the lounge. In the bright light of the moon, I examined the doors for any sign of wiring or alarms, but failed to find any. But before attempting to break in, I decided to walk around the house in the hope of finding a window left open.

It was my lucky night. At the back of the house I found an unlatched window. I eased it open, put my head into darkness and listened. I heard nothing. I groped in my hip pocket and pulled out Paula’s flashlight. The battery was on the blink, but the light was strong enough for me to see I was looking into the passage, leading to the ball.

Very carefully I hoisted myself up, climbed through the window, closed it and soft-footed down the passage to the hall.

The house was very still and silent. I stood listening for a few moments before going into the lounge. I shut the door.

The telephone stood on a table by the settee. I sat down lifted the receiver off its cradle and dialled Muffin’s borne number.

I sat listening to the burr-burr-burr on the line, listening also for any sound upstairs.

There came a click on the line and Muffin’s voice growled ‘Hello.’

‘I’ve found him,’ I said, my mouth close to the mouthpiece ‘He’s at Ocean End. How soon can you get over here?’

‘You’re sure?’ Mifflin’s voice shot up with excitement.

‘Yeah; I’m sure. I’ve seen him. Now listen, Tim. Collect Paula and Mrs. Dedrick. I want them as witnesses. Park your car before you reach the house. You’ll have to get over the wall. Don’t touch the gates. Come up to the terrace, and don’t show yourselves until I call you. Tell Paula to get everything he says. Okay?’

‘You’re really sure he’s there?’ Muffin asked.