James Chase - You Find Him, I'll Fix Him

They went roaring off into the darkness, leaving me with my boatman who, by now, was tearing his hair and yelling for his boat.

I said I would show him where I had left it if he could find a motor-boat to take us there. After some argument, he persuaded one of his friends to take us, and we set off.

By the time we had picked up the rowing-boat from the beach where I had left it, Grandi and his men had landed at Setti’s villa. I kept my ears pricked for the sound of shooting but I heard nothing.

I managed to persuade the boatman to hang around just outside Setti’s harbour. The moon had now come up, and I could see the three police boats in the harbour.

After a twenty-minute wait, I saw a bunch of men come along the harbour wall and get into the boats. There was a girl with them and I guessed it was Myra.

I told the boatman to get back to Sorrento, and was waiting on the beach when Grandi and his men and prisoners landed. He had got them all.

While they were being hustled into the waiting police van, I crossed over to where Grandi was standing.

“Did you get the consignment of drugs?”

“Yes, I got it all right.”

“No trouble?”

He shook his head.

“I didn’t give them a chance to make trouble.”

“I want to be kept out of this. I’ve got to get back to Rome right away. You won’t need me, will you?”

“No. But you will be down next Monday for the inquest?”

“I’ll be down.”

Leaving him, I got into my car and drove back to the hotel. I called Maxwell and gave him the details of Setti’s arrest. I told him to let Matthews of the Associated Press have the story too. He said he would get a cable off to New York right away and then call Matthews.

“I’m coming back to-night,” I said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He asked if I didn’t think I should stay on in Naples and cover the case when Setti came up in court.

He was right of course, but I had Carlo on my mind. I didn’t know how Carlo was going to react when he heard Setti had been arrested and the consignment of drugs he was waiting for had been seized. I had to convince him I had nothing to do with it or he would fix me.

“He won’t come before a court for a couple of days. I’ve things to do in Rome.”

“Well, okay, please yourself. I’ll be seeing you.”

I said I would be seeing him.

Back in Rome around nine o’clock the following morning, and still in bed, I called Maxwell again.

He said he had had a call from New York for more details of Setti’s life in Italy, and could I do anything about it?

I said it might be an idea if he went to Naples instead of me.

“Yeah, I want to,” he said, “but Gina’s not in to-day. She’s fooling around with the stuff at Helen’s apartment. I can’t leave the office without someone to handle the telephone calls.”

“Isn’t she there now?”

“She wanted the day off. She will be at Helen’s apartment around ten o’clock. She said the old man wanted the place cleared.

“That’s what he does want. Okay. I’ll go over there and send hex back. Then you can get off.”

“I should have thought you would have wanted to have handled this yourself,” Maxwell said. “It’s the biggest story in years.”

“As you’re taking over the Rome office,” I said, “this is now your story. I’ll get Gina back to you by half-past eleven. There’s a plane to Naples at two o’clock. You’d better get yourself a reservation.”

He said he would do that.

I got out of bed, took a shower, shaved and dressed, then went down to the garage. I got to Helen’s apartment and rang the bell. Gina opened the door.

“Why, hello, Ed,” she said. Her smile was a little uncertain.”

“Hello, there,” I said, and, following her into the lounge, I went on, “How are you getting on here?”

“I’m packing. There’s so much to clear. I’ll be through in about half an hour.”

“Have you got rid of it all?”

“Yes.” She sat on the arm of a chair and looked at me. “What’s been happening, Ed?”

I dropped into an easy-chair.

“Plenty.” I went on to tell her about the capture of Setti. “Maxwell wants to get down to Naples. He’s waiting now for you to relieve him. You’d better get off, Gina. I can handle what you haven’t finished here.”

“He’ll have to catch the two o’clock plane, so there’s plenty of time,” Gina said firmly. “Ed, how did you know that Setti was in this villa?”

I looked at her.

“Why should you worry how I knew?”

“I’m asking you, Ed,” she said. “It’s too good to be true. You must see that. Every policeman in Italy has been looking for Setti. Then you find him. How did you know he was there? If I don’t ask you, someone else will.”

I could see the sense in that. Now she had put the question, I was surprised that Grandi hadn’t asked me.

“I guess you’re right,” I said. “Well, it’s a long story.”

“I want to hear it. You have deliberately kept away from me. Please, don’t deny it. You have. You’re involved somehow in this business, aren’t you? You knew she was falling herself Mrs. Douglas Sherrard. There’s something wrong somewhere. I’m worried. You must tell me.”

“You’ve got to keep clear of it,” I said. “Don’t ask questions. Helen was murdered. I didn’t kill her, but the police have an idea that I did. You must see I can’t tell you anything without getting you involved.”

Her small hands turned into fists.

“Do you think I care about that?” she said. “I want to know. Ed, please. What kind of trouble are you in?”

“I’m in a lot of trouble. But I can’t tell you the details. You’ve got to keep clear of it, Gina.”

“Did that girl mean anything to you?”

I hesitated.

“At one time I think she did, but not when I found out what she really was. I guess I was acting like a…”

“Don’t say it. I know how it was. Tell me what happened, Ed.”

“Forget it!” I got to my feet and wandered over to the window. “I stuck my neck out, and now I’ve got to take what’s coming.”

“Are you scared il Signor Chalmers will find out?”

“I’ve got beyond that. He’s offered me the foreign desk. When he knows what I’ve been up to, I won’t get it. The foreign desk is important to me, Gina.”

“You’ll leave Rome?”

“That was the idea, but it looks now as if I won’t have a job at all.”

There was such a sharp silence that I turned and looked at her. She had lost colour and her eyes were full of unshed tears.

“Don’t look like that, Gina. The end of the world hasn’t come.”

“Not to you perhaps.”

I realized for the first time since I had known her what she really meant to me. I went over to her. Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her to me.

“Okay, I admit it. I’m in a hell of a mess. It’s my own stupid fault. You’ve got to keep clear of it. If you know too much, they could hang an accessory rap on you.”

“For heaven’s sake, Ed,” she said, beginning to cry. “Do you think I care? It’s you I care about.”

My hands slid around her back. She raised her face, glistening with tears, and my lips came down on hers. We stood like that for a long moment, then I pushed her back.

“This isn’t the way,” I said. “I guess I must have been crazy to have chased after that little tramp. Now I’ve got to take what’s coming to me. Keep clear of me, Gina. You must keep clear of me.”

Her fingers moved up into my hair and she smiled at me.

“I can help you. I know I can. Do you want me to?”

“I want you to keep clear of it.”