The longer we argued about it the more time we wasted, so I let Ackie go ahead with his idea.
“We get this bird down to the station house and book him under assault. I can tip the sergeant to keep him under cover for a bit. He’s a pal of mine an’ he’d lose a rat like that for a little while.”
I stood up. “Okay… let’s go.”
Katz wasn’t putting up a beef. He went with us down the stairs, his hands still tied behind him. Ackie went first, then Katz and then I followed. Before leaving the room I made certain that we’d left no tell-tale clues that might hook us up with Blondie’s death, then with one last look at the still figure in the chair I snapped off the light and followed Katz down.
When we got to the Street door I rammed his gun into his back. “Don’t start anything, brother,” I said. “We’ve got nothing to lose and I’d like the chance of putting a slug into you.”
He hobbled across the pavement and got into the car. I got in beside him and Ackie got under the wheel.
“If there’s any liquor left,” I said, “I guess a slug apiece wouldn’t come hard.”
Ackie groped around and shook his head. “There ain’t none,” he said dispiritedly. “Ain’t that hell?”
“Well, go on… the sooner we get this bird put away the better.”
During the run to the station house I was busy thinking. The first thing I’d got to do was to find Mardi. Nothing else mattered as long as I found her. Then I’d got to find enough evidence to bust up Spencer. If I wanted a clear field, I’d gotta do that within twenty-four hours. Not an easy programme, but I guess I had to do it.
If Spencer hadn’t kidnapped Mardi, who had? I might be wrong thinking that Spencer hadn’t done it, but Katz hadn’t known anything about it, and Katz was Spencer’s right-hand man. Maybe the fat guy and Gus had pulled it, but even then Katz would have known about it. And that was one thing I was sure about. Katz knew nothing about it at all.
I suddenly remembered. I could see Mardi’s frightened face and I remembered what she had said. “You don’t know Sarah Spencer. I’m scared. She’s dangerous. She won’t stop at anything.”
Sarah Spencer! I sat up. Was she at the bottom of all this? Was it she who had taken Mardi away from me? The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be. By the time we got to the station I was itching to get after that dame.
Ackie drove round to the back entrance and got out. “You stay here,” he said. “I want to see if the coast’s clear.”
I looked at Katz and dug him in the ribs with the gun. “You’re soon going to have a nice long rest,” I said, “an’ I hope you’ll have plenty to think about.”
Without looking at me, he said, “You won’t last long now, Mason. If you think you can buck this racket you’re nuts. You’re the nearest thing to a corpse I’ve ever put my eyes on.”
When he’d got that little lot off his chest, he laughed. Oh yes, this guy had got his nerve back, once he knew we weren’t going to knock him off. I didn’t like the sound of his laugh either.
Ackie came out and jerked his head. “I’m glad I went in,” he said, keeping his voice down. “Lazard was in there. The smartest mouthpiece in town. If he’d spotted this guy coming in, he’d have sprung him so fast he’d’ve made you dizzy.”
I looked at Katz uneasily. A lot depended on keeping this guy out of mischief.
“Where’s this Lazard now?” I asked.
“He’s just comin’ out. We’ll wait until he’s scrammed, then we’ll go on in.”
While Ackie was saying this, I saw a figure come out through the rear exit. A short, fat figure with a large gallon hat on his head. Katz saw him the same time as I did and he let out a hell of a squawk.
I spun round and hit him as hard as I could in his face. I guess Katz was expecting it because he ducked down and my fist crashed against the bony structure of his forehead. It felt like I had hit a brick wall and a white- hot pain shot up my arm. The force of the punch stunned Katz and he sank limply against the cushions of the car.
Ackie said softly, “He’s comin’ over.”
Lazard had heard the squawk and he stood listening; then he moved cautiously towards us. Ackie took a step or two from the car to intercept him.
“What’s goin’ on here?” Lazard asked. He’d got the real oily voice of a kike.
Ackie stood squarely in his way. “Nothin’ that’d interest you,” he said shortly. “Suppose you drift, brother. I don’t like guys askin’ questions.”
Lazard peered at him. “Why, Ackie,” he said, “what the hell are you doin’ here?”
“Scram, brother,” Ackie said patiently. “You’re in the way.”
This guy Lazard was smart all right. He said with a little grit in his voice: “If you’re holdin’ someone against their will, I guess it is something to interest me.”
Katz was coming out of his trance. I said very softly to him’ “One yap from you, an’ I’m goin’ to wrap this gun around your mug.’,
In the meantime Lazard was trying to edge round Ackie. They looked like they were going into a slow motion of an African dance. Ackie got mad suddenly. “If you don’t scram,” he said suddenly, “I’m going to do things to you.”
The threat in his voice brought Lazard up short. He took two steps back quickly. “I guess you’re drunk,” he said. “You be careful, you can get into a lot of grief being that way.”
He stood hesitating for a moment, then he turned and walked away.
We stood and watched him go in silence, then I relaxed a little. I wiped off my hands on the sides of my coat. “I don’t like that, Mo,” I said.
Ackie cursed a little. “We gotta watch that guy. I’ll go in and fix the sergeant. You wait here.”
He didn’t take long and he came back again with a hard grin on his face. “It’s okay,” he said. “Bring him in.”
We got Katz out of the car and ran him over to the station house. Not until I’d got him inside did I feel at all easy; even then, I wondered if it would be better to take him to the other station house on Riverside.
The desk sergeant came out of an adjoining room and nodded at me. He was a big, red-faced Mick, with a cold, hard eye.
Ackie said, “Get this bird under cover…. Lazard may come back.”
The sergeant looked at Katz. “I’ve always wanted to get my hands on you,” he said. “Bring him in here.” He kicked open another door and led the way down a long passage.
Katz suddenly bent double, swung round, and made a dash for the street door. I was expecting it, but I didn’t expect him to move so quickly. He nearly got away. He got to the door and, just as he was passing through, I collared him round the knees. We went down together with a crash.
The sergeant was close behind me and together we dragged Katz back into the station house. Katz fought like a madman and yelled at the top of his voice.
I managed to step clear for a second and I hit him on the point of his jaw. He went slack. The sergeant dragged him down the passage, down some stone steps, into a large bare room.
Ackie came in a minute or two after, looking worried. “Lazard saw all that,” he said. “I spotted him across the road.”
The sergeant was furious. He took hold of Katz and shook him this way and that. Then he dumped him like a sack of coal on the floor.
Ackie said to him, “Lazard’ll get him out, Pat, if you give him the slightest chance.”
The sergeant shook his head. “This guy’ll stay right here until this time to-morrow,” he said. “No one comes down here. I’ve got the key and the rat can bawl till he busts… no one’ll hear him…
Katz said from the floor: “You’d better cut this stuff out You’ll catch something you won’t like if you don’t turn me loose.”
I thought the sergeant would explode. His red face went black with congested blood and his great hands knotted into fists the size of footballs. He reached out and jerked Katz off the floor. His right fist whistled up from his knees and hit Katz on the side of his jaw. At the same time as he hit him he released his grip. Katz hurtled across the room and thudded against the wall. He slid down and lay on his side.
I said, “I guess we’ll leave you to play with him. We’ll be along to-morrow night to charge him.”
The sergeant didn’t even hear me, he was moving slowly towards Katz, his fists held a little forward and a
