trace the swim-suit to her,
‘All right. You wait here. I’ll get it now.’
‘I’d like to come with you…’
‘You’d better not. We can’t afford to be seen together.’
‘I’d rather come.’
I stared at her.
‘What is it, Lucille? Don’t you trust me to give it to you?’
She looked away.
‘It’s very important to me.’
‘Of course, but it’s also important no one sees us together. I’ll get it for you.’
She got to her feet.
‘I’d rather come with you, Ches.’
I restrained my rising temper with difficulty. Turning, I walked into the hall. She followed me.
‘Wait here,’ I said. ‘I’ll get the car.’
Leaving her on the top step, I went to the garage and drove the Pontiac out on to the road. I got out and looked up and down the road. There was no one in sight.
‘Come on,’ I said, waving to her.
She ran down the steps, down the path and scrambled into the car. I got in beside her and drove fast the quarter of a mile to Seaborne’s house.
We both got out.
Leading the way, I started up the drive towards the garage, then I suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Lucille paused at my side.
The garage door stood ajar
The previous night I had locked the doors after I had put the Cadillac away. There was no question about that. I had not only locked them, but I had taken care to make certain they had been secure.
‘What is it, Ches?’ Lucille asked sharply.
‘Wait here,’ I said, and breaking into a run, I covered the last twenty yards to the garage, pushed open the doors and looked inside.
The Cadillac was still there. The hard sunlight made the bent fender and the broken lamp look uglier than they had looked the previous night in the light of my flash-lamp.
I looked at the lack on the double doors. A chill snaked up my spine as I saw the lock was bent and twisted. There were claw marks of a jemmy dug into the woodwork.
Lucille joined me.
‘What is it?’
‘Someone has been here.’
She caught her breath sharply.
‘Who?’
‘How should I know?’
She caught hold of my arm.
‘Do you think it was the police?’
‘No. If it had been the police they would have come for me. My name’s on the licence tag.’
‘The swim-suit, Ches!’
‘Where did you leave it?’
‘On the floor at the back.’
I moved into the garage, opened the rear door of the car and looked inside.
If she had left the swim-suit on the floor of the car, it wasn’t there now.
II
Overhead an aircraft droned: there was no other sound. The silence seemed to me to go on for a long time. I stood by the car looking into the emptiness of the back seat and the floor, aware that my heart was thumping.
Then Lucille said in a small voice: ‘What is it?’
I turned and looked at her.
‘It’s not here.’
Her eyes opened very wide.
‘It must be there! Let me look!’
I stood aside and she peered into the car.
‘It must be here,’ she muttered and got into the car, her hands feeling under the scat.
‘Are you sure you didn’t leave it on the beach?’
‘Of course I’m sure!’ Her voice was strident. ‘I put it on the floor!’
She got out of the car, her eyes were wide with panic.
‘Perhaps you put it in the boot,’ I said, and going around to the car, I lifted the boot lid and looked inside. There was no swim-suit. I closed the boot and came back to where she was standing.
‘What have you done with it?’ she demanded.
I stared at her.
‘What do you mean? I’ve done nothing with it. I didn’t even know you had left it in the car.’
She moved away from me.
‘You’re lying! You’ve taken it and hidden it!’
‘How can you say such a thing! I tell you I didn’t even know it was in the car!’
Her face was now tense, and her eyes glittered. She no longer looked young and fresh and beautiful. I scarcely recognized her.
‘Don’t lie to me!’ she said furiously. ‘You’ve taken it! Where is it?’
‘Have you gone crazy? Someone’s been here! You can see that for yourself! Look at the door! Whoever it was found the swim-suit and has taken it!’
‘Oh, no! No one’s been here. It was you who forced the door! So that’s why you are so willing to take the blame,’ she said, her voice low and furious. ‘You thought I’d be so grateful to you I’d fall down and kiss your feet, didn’t you? You thought you could make love to me, didn’t you? I’d be so grateful to you, I’d let you! That was the idea, wasn’t it? And all the time you were planning to give me away! You planned to put the swim-suit back in the car so the police would know I had been with you in the car!’
I very nearly slapped her face, but controlled myself in time.
‘All right, Lucille, if you want to believe that, then believe it,’ I said. ‘I didn’t take your swim-suit. You frightened little fool! Someone has been here and has taken it, but it wasn’t me.’
She stood motionless, staring at me, then she put her hands up to her face.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Of course.’
Her voice was so soft I could scarcely hear it.
‘What does that mean?’ I asked, watching her.
She pressed her temples with her finger-tips, then suddenly she gave me a ghost of a smile.
‘I’m sorry, Ches. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to speak to you like that. I didn’t sleep last night. My nerves are in a dreadful state. Please forgive me.’
‘Oh, forget it.’
‘Who could hare taken it, Ches? It could have been the police, couldn’t it.’
‘No. It wasn’t the police.’
She looked away from me. I had a sudden feeling I no longer existed for her, that her thoughts had carried her far away.
‘There’s no point in you staying here, Lucille,’ I said. ‘It’s dangerous.’
She started slightly, looked at me for a moment, her eyes appeared to be slightly out of focus, then a more lively expression came into them as if she was suddenly seeing me clearly.
