Эрл Гарднер - The Case of the Backward Mule

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Erle Stanley Gardner turns to a hair-raising tale about the hero of “Murder Up My Sleeve” — quiet, amazingly perceptive Terry Clane, who bids fair to rank with those other two favorites, Perry Mason and Doug Selby...
Terry Clane, just back from China where he has been working on a secret government mission, runs into murder when he walks down the gangway at San Francisco. Whisked straight from the dock to police headquarters, Terry puts to good use all the powers of intense concentration he has learned in the Orient in order to beat the lie detector with its uncanny mind-reading.?
Terry quickly senses that despite his absence the police think he knows too much about the escape of a man convicted of murder. The fugitive has disappeared and Cynthia Renton, original, impetuous painter who was once Terry’s fiancee, has disappear too. Was Cynthia implicated in the escape? Where would she hide a fugitive from justice?
Terry’s mind flew to Sou Ha, the sparkling vivacious daughter of his wisest Chinese friend, in her hidden, luxurious home in San Francisco’s Chinatown. How far would Sou Ha’s loyalty to Terry take her?
Sight of the old Chinese figure of Chow Kok Koh, riding backward on his white mule, sent the lie detector needles shooting up. Terry had given that figure to Cynthia. What was it doing now, stained with blood, a clue in a brutal murder?
A plot that never lets down from beginning to end, human and fascinating characters, a Story told with authentic punch, all prove that the maestro has done it again. From the appointment in the lonely warehouse to the explosive climax, it’s top mystery fare.

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“Yes.”

“When?”

“Do I have to answer that?”

“I want you to.”

“I’ll lie.”

“Don’t do it, Cynthia. This is one thing you can’t lie about. Look at me.”

She met his eyes.

“Did you ever lend him the figure?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“The day...”

“Go on.”

“The day Horace Farnsworth was murdered. That afternoon.”

“How long did he have it?”

“Just that day. He brought it back the next day.”

“Where is it now?”

“In my apartment.”

“You’re sure?”

“It should be.”

Clane shook his head and said, “The police have it, Cynthia, and there are some spots of blood on it. They’ve been asking me questions about it.”

Her exclamation of startled surprise was almost a gasp.

“What did you tell them?”

He smiled reassuringly at her. “Nothing.”

Twelve

In exactly eighteen minutes after Terry Clane had telephoned, the buzzer on the apartment rang.

Clane waved Yat T’oy aside and opened the door.

Chu Kee stood on the threshold, his face bland and expressionless. He was wearing a light topcoat, his hat and gloves in his left hand. He shook hands with Terry Clane, American fashion.

A step behind him, Sou Ha was bundled up in a fur coat with a high collar which reached above her ears. She wore a brimless hat with a red feather trailing out at a jaunty angle. The hat was bright blue and the feather of vivid, conspicuous crimson.

“How’m I doing, Terry?” she asked.

“That’s fine,” he told her.

“I had to do a little mind-reading over the telephone.”

“You made a fine job of it. Come in.”

Cynthia Renton dropped a little curtsy to Chu Kee, then went over to give Sou Ha her hand. Yat T’oy, his aged eyes sparkling with pride in his race, took their hats and coats, brought in pots of hot tea, little plates of dried melon seed, cigarettes and shavings of fresh coconut boiled in sugar, and thin crisp wafers made from rice flour; saw that cigarettes and ashtrays were in place, and then discreetly withdrew.

Clane got down to business at once. “Cynthia is wanted by the police,” he said.

“For what reason?” asked Chu Kee.

“They aren’t sure.”

“Ignorance breeds uncertainty,” Chu Kee remarked.

“The police,” Clane explained, “are investigating.”

“Only the lucky dare to hurry,” Chu Kee observed, his graceful fingers picking up a dried melon seed.

“Don’t beat around the bush, First-Born,” Sou Ha said. “You want her out of here and the place is watched, isn’t that right?”

Clane nodded.

Sou Ha said, “I thought that was it. I wore a coat with a collar that conceals most of my face. The natural target for the police gaze would be the blue hat with the conspicuous red feather.”

“You mean I’m to dress in her clothes and go out?” Cynthia Renton asked.

Clane nodded.

“And then what?” Cynthia Renton asked.

Chu Kee spoke almost instantly, as though the speech had been rehearsed. “I am no longer young,” he said. “Some day I shall join my ancestors. Perhaps it will be sooner than I think. I desire that I leave behind some likeness of myself. I wish a portrait painted. You are the portrait painter I have selected. Would it, perhaps, be possible for you to live in my humble dwelling for a time and paint the portrait which I desire?”

“Dark in tone,” Sou Ha said eagerly. “A rather dark background and then my father’s face illuminated so that it shows the expression of the eyes, the kindly lines about the mouth. You could make a wonderful portrait, Cynthia.”

Chu Kee regarded her with resignation. “Oh, that I might but capture the wisdom of youth,” he said.

Sou Ha abruptly became quiet.

Terry Clane said, “It would have to be a good job, Cynthia. You’d have to make it convincing. It should be pretty well finished by the time anyone finds you long enough to ask questions.”

“But, Owl, I haven’t anything with me. I haven’t my paints. I’ve lost my purse. I haven’t even lipstick.”

“Things which can be bought will be provided,” Chu Kee said.

“Paints, they are available, are they not?” Sou Ha asked. “Canvas may be purchased in the stores which deal in artists’ supplies, and lipstick is in every drugstore.”

“Wouldn’t questions be asked about the new paints?” Cynthia inquired of Terry Clane.

Sou Ha said with dignity, “My father is a man of distinction. Paints that are used for his portrait must be used once and only once. It is unfitting that the paints which have been used to paint the portrait of my father should thereafter be used to paint the likeness of a man of less importance.”

Chu Kee thought that over, then slowly nodded in grave approval. “There are times,” he said, “when one may become conceited without seeming arrogant.”

Sou Ha was on her feet almost at once. She said to Cynthia Renton, “It is cold out. You have a heavy coat?”

“Yes, I...”

“Not heavy enough for this chill wind which I think is apt to come up a little later on,” Clane said.

“That is fine,” Sou Ha observed. “I will lend you my fur coat, and would you mind putting on the hat? I want to see how it looks.”

Terry Clane clapped his hands. Yat T’oy appeared at once carrying hats and coats.

Sou Ha fitted the distinctive blue hat with the red feather on Cynthia’s head. “Oh, it’s delightful on you,” she said. “Please accept it as a gift. It is so much more becoming to you than it is to me. You must take it and wear it.”

“Well,” Cynthia said, hesitating, and then laughed a little nervously, “I suppose you’d be willing to accept mine by way of a swap?”

“Oh, but that’s wonderful of you,” Sou Ha said.

“And I hope you’ll take my coat. It’s rather a distinctive plaid and — you know, in case you should want to go out before I get back with your coat.”

“You are kind,” Sou Ha said.

There were tears in Cynthia Renton’s eyes. She took the Chinese girl in her arms, kissed her on the cheek. “You are wonderful, Sou Ha.”

Sou Ha’s face was without expression. “Thank you.”

“And now,” Chu Kee said, “it is time to depart. Posing for a portrait is very tiresome. I am no longer young and I wish to have the freshness of morning upon me when my features are placed upon canvas.”

Clane said in Chinese, “You will, perhaps, be followed by those who are interested in seeing where you go.”

“There is no secret about where I go,” Chu Kee said benignly. “I will go to a door which is at the foot of a flight of stairs. After I have climbed those stairs, the eyes of a spy will not know what becomes of me; and if he should wait for me to emerge from that same door, he would be a very old man before he again saw me.”

Clane nodded approvingly.

Chu Kee bowed and shook hands, this time after the Chinese fashion, with his hands clasped over his heart. He turned to Cynthia Renton. “If you are now ready?” he asked.

She laughed nervously. “I am now ready.”

Clane watched them down the corridor, then went back to where Sou Ha was sitting, her silken legs crossed at the knees, her fingers languidly picking up dried melon seeds which she cracked with her teeth, deftly extracting the kernel with the tip of her tongue, performing the whole operation as neatly as a canary bird cracking hemp seeds.

“I didn’t like, to ask it,” Clane said, “but there seemed to be no other way out.”

“Don’t feel like that, First-Born,” she said with some feeling. “My father is your friend. It is a privilege when he can do things for you.”

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