Erie Gardner - The Case of the Lazy Lover

“Well, as I said, I started to get out of there, saying that I was going home to change my clothes, and he was all cordiality, patting me on the back and calling me his boy. It was a nasty, dark, rainy night. We’d been working until pretty late. I guess it was about half past seven or so. The Allreds have dinner at eight-fifteen every night. I left the wing of the house where Allred has his offices and started to walk across the patio, walking along the edge of that hedge. And believe me, I kept looking behind me. I was plenty jittery.

“I’d got to the point where the driveway comes in and had reached the end of the hedge when all of a sudden it felt as though fireworks had started going off inside my brain. Of course, I may have been hit by an automobile driven by Patricia Allred, but my own hunch is that Allred smacked me on the head with the blackjack, and probably hit me a couple of times more for luck while I was down.

“I know now what happened. Patricia was coming home in a hurry. Her mother was with her. They saw Allred’s car parked so that the rear bumper was almost on the edge of the driveway and did the natural thing. They turned their car suddenly and a little too sharp. The fender on Pat’s car went through the edge of the hedge. That was all Allred wanted. He thought he had committed the perfect crime. The only thing was, he hadn’t taken note of the thickness of my skull.

“Later on he pretended to be very much concerned about Pat hitting me with the car. Patricia was half crazy with remorse. The minute I started regaining consciousness, I realized I was in a spot At the time, to tell you the truth, I didn’t know very much about Mrs. Allred. I didn’t know how much she knew or whether she was in on what had been happening. I just knew that I was sick and hardly able to crawl and in the hands of people who wanted to kill me.

“So I got a bright idea. I pretended that I’d just regained consciousness. I had to. Allred was getting ready to load me in a car and take me to a hospital. I knew what that meant. So I opened my eyes. Then I put on the amnesia act.

“I think, at that, I fooled Allred. He wasn’t entirely fooled but it would have been a beautiful way out for him. If I only had had real amnesia and couldn’t remember who I was or anything about my associates, I wouldn’t be in a position to tell Jerome anything. I wouldn’t even remember what I had discovered about Allred’s double crossing. And Allred would have a chance to get a deal with Jerome all closed up and be sitting pretty.

“Allred would have killed me if he’d had to, but he didn’t want to unless he did have to. He told his wife that the thing to do was to take me some place where I could be quiet. She was to pretend she was my older sister and all that line of hooey.”

Fleetwood turned to Mason suddenly and said, “Give me a cigarette.”

Mason handed him a cigarette. Fleetwood lit it with a hand that was trembling so he had to steady the match with the other hand in order to get it to the end of the cigarette.

“Go ahead,” Tragg said.

Fleetwood said, “Allred was smart. He sent me out with his wife that way, thinking that if I had genuine amnesia, he’d have time to do something about it. But just in case I was putting on an act he started spreading the word around that I’d eloped with her.

“You can see the beautiful position in which that put him. He could catch up with us, kill us both and claim it was the unwritten law.

“Well, Allred was pretending to be my brother-in-law, and I honestly thought that, if I kept up the amnesia act until he’d concluded a deal with Jerome, that would be all there’d be to it. But I hated Allred’s two-timing, and I decided I’d get word to Jerome, if I had a chance, and tell Jerome to get a gun and come out and join us, have a showdown with Allred and take me away with him.

“Well, I never had a chance to get to a phone without getting caught; but I felt I had at least four or five days more. We left Springfield and drove a hundred miles or so north. Then Mrs. Allred got a chance to phone her husband. He evidently told her to come back and go to that Snug-Rest Auto Court.

“Well, we did it. We got to the Snug-Rest and waited there. We had a few drinks. Then Allred showed up. He told us to get our luggage together, because we had to move. Then when we were packed and had the luggage in the car, he suddenly told Lola to climb in the luggage compartment.

“I knew what was up right then. I guess he knew I was wise. He shoved a gun in my ribs, and when his wife tried to grab his arm, he socked her one right in the face. It gave her a bloody nose.

“Then at the point of the gun, he made her get in the luggage compartment. Then he slammed down the lid on the turtleback and told me to get in the car and start driving. I knew that he had me over a barrel. I drove the car. But, believe me, I was intending to drive it off the road and take a chance on a smashup. But Allred was wise. He wouldn’t let me get up any speed. He said, ‘Put it in low gear and keep it in low gear.’ ”

“What did you do?” Tragg asked.

“Well, you know how it is when you’re driving a car in low gear. You have lots of control over the car and it’s surprising what you can do to a passenger who isn’t looking for surprises. We rounded a curve and I stepped on the throttle and the car shot ahead with all the power of the motor in low gear. Allred was thrown back against the cushions. He tried to brace himself, to push himself forward and push the gun forward so it would still be pointing at me; and then I slammed on the brakes.

“Stopping the car that way, right at the time Allred was pushing himself forward, slammed his body forward. His head hit against the windshield. I gave him an elbow on the face and the minute his head hit the windshield, I grabbed the gun and slammed the barrel down on his head hard.

“Allred went out like a light. He slumped down in the corner of the car over against the door on the right-hand side.

“I started to put him out of the car right then. But if I did that I was afraid he’d regain consciousness and tell some story to officers that would get me pinched for stealing the car. I just wanted to get away from Allred and wanted to get out of the whole mess. I decided to leave Allred in the car and get out and walk. However, I didn’t want to do that until I was near a town or some place — and that’s where I remembered this man Overbrook.”

“What about Overbrook?” Tragg asked.

“I hadn’t met him, but there had been some correspondence with him that I’d seen in the office. He and Allred had been in a mining deal and, I guess, Allred had trimmed him. But that’s neither here nor there. I knew from the correspondence I’d seen that Overbrook had an isolated little ranch up in the mountains and that the road turned off within a few miles of where we had stopped. I got the idea of carrying on my pretense of amnesia. I knew that if it came to a showdown and I had to appeal for help, Overbrook would stand with me against Allred.

“Well, gentlemen, that was all there was to it. I came to the turn-off within a mile, took the dirt road, drove up to within a quarter of a mile of Overbrook’s place, and swung off the road.”

“What about Mrs. Allred?”

Fleetwood grinned and said, “Believe you me, Mrs. Allred had had all she wanted. She’d managed to work the catch on the inside of the lid of the luggage compartment, probably by using a jack handle. Anyway, she’d managed to get the lid unlatched. The minute I stopped the car, she raised the lid of the luggage compartment, jumped to the ground, and ran like a deer.”

“What happened?”

“I called to her and said, ‘It’s all right, Lola.’ ”