Arthur Upfield - The Widows of broome
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Bony located the tree beside the road, an odd broad-leafed mulga about which grew no herbage or grass. It was easy tracking and the story plain to read. A man wearing rubber-soled shoes had stepped off the road with Abie and had stood with him under the tree. Abie had sat or had fallen down, and the man had hurriedly walked away to the road. The man wearing the rubber-soled shoes had returned to the tree and, on again departing to the road, he had carried a heavy burden. The shoes were new and the wearer pressed hard on the inside edge of the heels.
He had also taken the whisky bottle!
Bony found Mr. Dickenson on the bench outside the Seahorse Hotel. It was nearing six o’clock and the place was packed. With his back to the hotel, he said softly:
“Stand up and ask me to have a drink.”
Mr. Dickenson obliged, and Bony markedly hesitated to accept the suggestion before accompanying the old man into the bar. They found a reasonably quiet corner, and Bony edged his way through the press to the counter and bought the drinks. Everyone seemed too busy to notice them.
“I visited that tree,” Bony said. “Your inferences, I think, are correct. In view of the possibility that you were seen with Abie, keep on your toes.”
“To be forewarned is…”
“Is not to be immune from attack. Have you seen Flinn about?”
“I haven’t seen him all day. Can we have another drink?”
“One more. You get them.”
Mr. Dickenson had to fight his way through the crush to reach the counter.
“Would you grant me a favour?” Bony asked when the old man emerged without spilling the liquor. “I want you to pick up Flinn and keep with him until he goes to his room to sleep. Whatd’youthink of a man who likes the touch of pearl against his face?”
Mr. Dickenson pondered, rubbing his long nose with his free hand.
“Pearl shell and pearls have a strong pull over some men. Naked gold has a similar influence over other men. I once knew a man who traded in furs. He was fascinated by fur. He liked to feel the touch of fur. He liked cats. He died of fatty degeneration of the heart. Ate and drank too much.”
Leaving the bar, they sat on the low veranda, and Bony related what he had seen in the shell-packing shed, the while Mr. Dickenson gazed seaward at the clouds lying along the north-west horizon.
“Going to be a dark night,” predicted the old man. “I told you before, if I remember rightly, that Flinn is a flash. You know more than I do. My reading of Flinn is that he might murder if he was threatened by something big. Abie could have been blackmailing Flinn, but I don’t see how those three women could have threatened him or could have been a threat to him.”
“They were a decided threat to the man who killed them,” Bony said, quietly.
“Oh!” Mr. Dickenson regarded Bony thoughtfully. “Then Flinn is a probability.”
“Which is why I want you to keep both eyes on him, and at the same time look out for yourself. Is there a lock in your room?”
“Both a lock and a bolt.”
“Then use both. What do those clouds mean? Rain? Wind?”
“I think neither. The glass is too high and the time of year against rain. The night will be dark and likely enough it will be a damp day tomorrow.”
“Meaning?”
“A damp sea wind to annoy the Chinese laundry-man.”
“Well, I shall be late for dinner. Look after yourself. Be outside the post office at six in the morning. You’ll not fail?”
“I shall be on duty,” Mr. Dickenson pointed out stiffly.
“Yes, of course. Remember, keep looking over your shoulder.”
Mr. Dickenson smiled, nodded, and departed for the hotel dining-room. Bony went back to the police station to call Mrs. Sayers. She had intended to go to a card party, but that could go to the devil as she would much prefer to entertain Mr. Knapp. At eight, Bony presented himself.
“A very good evening, Mr. Knapp. So glad you’ve come.”
“It’s generous of you to choose my company against the lure of the card table,” he murmured. Mrs. Sayers led the way to the lounge. She wore a white woollen sweater, white shorts and white toeless sandals. Her legs were untanned, her eyes were bright and her hair gleamed like old copper. Bony did not betray his astonishment at such literal interpretation of informal evening wear.
Nonchalantly he said:
“I hope you and Briggs have been carrying out the arrangements we agreed on.”
“Briggs has been more determined about it than I have. I don’t believe even now that I shall be attacked. There’s no reason for it, but then… you have been anxious, I know.” Mrs. Sayers giggled and called loudly for Briggs.
Briggs appeared instantly, standing just within the doorway of the lounge and mechanically chewing. Mrs. Sayers stubbed her cigarette and moved to the centre of the room.
“Briggs,” she cried, “come andstrangle me.”
The chewing was switched off, and Briggs said:
“No fear, Mavis. I’ve had it.”
“Do as you’re told, Briggs. At once.”
She-who-must-be-obeyed stood passively with her hands on her wide hips. Briggs switched on the chewing and advanced. His lips parted and the chewing teeth clicked. His eyes reminded Bony of Abie’s grandmother. He wavered, feinted, lunged. Up came Mrs. Sayers’ arms. Under them went Briggs’ crab-like hands, and his body flashed slightly to one side. He managed to place his hands about her throat, and Mrs. Sayers promptly sank upon her knees and then catapulted herself forward. Briggs went backward and his hands flew wide, and then he was on his back and Mrs. Sayers’ knees were pressing hard into his stomach and her hands were about his throat.
“Bravo!” exclaimed Bony.
Mrs. Sayers laughingly rose from Briggs and pulled him to his feet. He forgot to switch on the chewing, and said:
“Easy enough whenya have warning. Another tale when there’s no warning. Any’ow you haven’t forgot much.”
“I’ve forgotten nothing, Briggs. No man is going to strangle me.”
Then her left wrist was caught in a wheel-puller and her arm was braced up her back. A knee was forced into the small of her back, and a hand covered her throat and her head was brought against a hard shoulder. Shesagged her knees but the hand about her throat remained, pressing it and clamping her head against Bony’s shoulder. Briggs said three times: “Bravo!”
Mrs. Sayers was panting slightly when released and gallantly raised to her feet. There was no mockery in her eyes.
“As Briggs said, the tale is different when there’s no warning,” Bony murmured. “Forgive me for that small demonstration. Under all the circumstances, I felt it was warranted.”
“I beentelling her…” Briggs cut in and was then cut out.
“Briggs, fetch some soda water. I want a drink.” Mrs. Sayers turned to Bony, and now she was laughing. “You’re a remarkable man, Mr. Knapp. I never thought it was in you. I remember that you like the flavour of whisky in soda water.”
“When we disclose who killed Mrs. Overton and those other women, you will say you never thought it was in him,” Bony insisted. “If he should attack you, you will not have any warning. I do hope you’ll continue to co-operate with me.”
“Of course I will.” Mrs. Sayers took the soda from Briggs, and Briggs lined up with them at the sideboard. About to snub him, she changed her mind and gave him a drink.
“The bell working all right?”Bony asked.
Briggs nodded and Mrs. Sayers said they tested it each evening.
He was dismissed then, and Bony accepted a chair opposite his hostess.
“I would like to ask you an impertinent question, Mrs. Sayers. Why did you quarrel with Mr. Percival?”
“You heard about that? Really I oughtn’t to have flared up like I did, Mr. Knapp. He came here one night complaining that Mr. Rose as headmaster was becoming far too easy-going with the boys, and they were taking advantage of it. I said it had nothing to do with me, and he came back by saying I was the member of the Board of Control who had the most influence, and wanted me to use it against Mr. Rose. Then he said he wouldn’t have minded being stood down if Mr. Rose had turned out to be fitted for the headmastership. The discussion became heated when he blamed me for the board’s decision to appoint Mr. Rose in his stead, and I ordered him out of the house. Afterwards, I told him I was sorry, and we were friends again.”
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