Эрл Гарднер - The Case of the Sleepwalker's Niece

“Going to start soon?”

“Soon as I can move some of the old stock and get some cash.”

“How’s it going?”

“Fair. I’m going to have a big clearance sale in about thirty days. I really don’t know all that I have here yet. There wasn’t any current inventory, and the one the receiver made was just a makeshift. It was so dark in here that I honestly don’t know how a customer ever had a chance to find his way in. I put in new lights; but, somehow, it still seems cobwebby.” Peasley glanced cautiously over his shoulder, lowered his voice and said, “How was the carving knife?”

“Excellent,” Mason answered. “Just exactly what I wanted. Peasley fidgeted uncomfortably. “What’s the matter,” Mason inquired, “anything?” Peasley shook his head. “Seen Helen Warrington lately?”

“Last night,” Peasley answered. “Why? Nothing wrong is there?” His eyes didn’t meet Mason’s.

“Seen Miss Hammer lately?”

“No.”

“Harris?”

Peasley’s face flushed. “Any particular reason why you should ask me about him?” he asked.

“Just wondering,” Mason said.

“No, I haven’t seen him.”

“Well,” Mason said, “whom have you seen?”

“What do you mean?”

Mason placed a fatherly hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Look here, Peasley,” he said, “something’s gone wrong. What is it?”

Peasley hesitated a moment then said in a mumbled undertone, “Nothing.”

He casually moved so that Mason’s hand dropped from his shoulder. His manner turned surly. Mason said slowly, “I think I’ve been doublecrossed. What do you know about that?”

Peasley’s eyes flared. “Not a damn thing,” he said, “and I don’t know what you’re coming here for.”

“Talk with anyone about the knife?” Mason asked, casually, and almost cheerfully.

Peasley said, “Say, what the devil are you after?”

“Just wanted to find out,” Mason remarked. Peasley kept quiet. “Have you?” Mason asked.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because… because I can’t.”

“Helen Warrington tell you not to?” Mason asked. Peasley was silent. Mason laughed and said, “Don’t make such a mystery of it. Sergeant Holcomb knows about it so there’s no reason why you shouldn’t tell the world.”

Peasley’s face showed a peculiar change of expression. “You know about that?” he asked.

“What, about Sergeant Holcomb?”

“Yes.”

“Of course I know about it. He told me.” Mason took a cigarette case from his pocket, extended it to Peasley. They both took cigarettes. Mason held a match. “Holcomb’s a pretty smart chap,” Mason said, casually. “He doesn’t miss much.”

“I’ll tell the world he doesn’t.”

“How did he find out about the knife, did he tell you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you give him a written statement?”

“Look here,” Peasley said, “I’m not supposed to discuss this.”

“Oh, Holcomb wouldn’t care, if you talked it over with me.”

“You’re the very one he didn’t want to know about it.”

Mason raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Why, I don’t see how that can be, because I do know about it.”

“Yes, but he didn’t think you did.”

Mason yawned and said, “Shucks, Peasley, it’s all right with me. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”

“Well, I was just following instructions, that was all. You put me in a spot, Mr. Mason.”

Mason’s face showed surprised incredulity. “I what?” he asked.

“Put me in a spot.”

“Why, nothing of the sort,” Mason said. “You have a right to sell hardware to anyone.”

“That isn’t the way Sergeant Holcomb looked at it.”

“To hell with Sergeant Holcomb,” Mason said easily. “Tell him to go jump in the lake. He hasn’t got any money invested in the store, has he?”

“No.”

“Well, what’s bothering you?”

“He said it dragged Helen into it.”

“He’s a liar,” Mason remarked cheerfully. “No one’s dragged Helen into anything.”

“But I gave you the knife that you were going to substitute for…”

“Substitute?” he asked. “For what?”

“Why, for the other knife.”

Mason’s shake of the head was a slow, solemn gesture of amazed, incredulous negation. “Why I wasn’t going to substitute any knives,” he said.

“What did you want it for then?”

“Just to conduct an experiment. In order to perform that experiment, I had to have a knife of the same size and appearance as the one that had killed Rease.”

“What was the experiment?”

Mason sucked in a quick breath, as though about to answer the question in detail, then paused, exhaled and slowly shook his head. “Nnno, I don’t think I’d better tell you. You see, I’m not quite ready to confide in Sergeant Holcomb, and he might ask you. It would be a lot better for you to tell him that you didn’t know than to tell him that you knew but were sworn to secrecy. Sergeant Holcomb is a bit impulsive at times and he might feel you weren’t cooperating with him, particularly if he thinks there’s anything questionable about getting that knife for me. I certainly hope he didn’t rattle you any, Peasley.”

“Well, I was annoyed and a little worried.”

“Worried?”

“Yes. Holcomb said something about compounding felonies.”

Mason laughed and said, “Don’t let a police sergeant tell you what the law is. Get your law from a lawyer. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that wasn’t quite all right.”

“Well, I’m relieved to hear that. I was worried, not for myself, but for Helen.”

“Forget it,” Mason told him. “By the way, I want to get some more of those knives.”

“Some more of them?”

“Perhaps half a dozen. Do you suppose you could send to the manufacturer and get them?”

“I guess so, yes.”

“Would it take a long while?”

“I think I could pick them up from some of the wholesale houses here in town.”

“Go ahead and do it, then,” Mason instructed, taking a roll of bills from his pocket and tossing a couple of twenties on the counter. “That should cover your expenses as well as compensate you for any extra trouble you go to.”

“I’ll only charge you the regular price,” Peasley said hastily, “but I’d have to get Sergeant Holcomb’s permission.”

“An attachment on the store?” Mason asked.

“No, certainly not.”

“I don’t see why you can’t sell merchandise without permission from a police officer.”

“But he wanted me to keep him advised of anything you said to me. Otherwise, he claimed he’d have to make trouble over that knife business last night.”

Mason laughed heartily and said, “Sure, go ahead. Ring him up and tell him I was in and wanted half a dozen more knives. Don’t tell him, however, that I’ve said anything at all about him. He might not like that. Just say I came in and asked you to get me some more knives. If you handle it that way, you won’t have to tell him you discussed his visit with me. He’s a peculiar chap and he might not like it.”

“All right,” Peasley said with eager alacrity. “I’ll do that. I’ll handle it just that way, Mr. Mason.”

“And, if I see him, I won’t mention talking about him with you. That may make it better all around. You can ring him up and tell him I was in asking for half a dozen identical knives… Well, I must be going. Hope I didn’t interrupt you.”

“Not at all.”

“And it won’t be too much bother for you to get those half dozen knives?”

“Certainly not.”

Mason shook hands and left. At the corner drug store he telephoned his office. “Della there?” he asked.