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Lew Archer #10
Strictly speaking, Lew Archer is only supposed to dig up the dirt on a rich man’s suspicious soon-to-be son-in-law. But in no time at all Archer is following a trail of corpses from the citrus belt to Mazatlan. And then there is the zebra-striped hearse and its crew of beautiful, sunburned surfers, whose path seems to keep crossing the son-in-law’s – and Archer’s – in a powerful, fast-paced novel of murder on the California coast.

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No doubt I should have called the police. But I wanted to take him myself.

A detached garage big enough for three cars stood at the rear of the property. I approached it through a flower garden and let myself in through the unlocked side door. One of the two cars inside had the outlines of a Chevrolet convertible.

It was Dr. Damis’s car. I read his name on the steering post in the light of my pencil flash. The keys were in the ignition. I took them out and pocketed them.

I looked around for a weapon. There was a work bench at the rear of the garage, and attached to the wall above it was a pegboard hung with tools. I had a choice of several hammers. I took down a light ball-peen hammer and hefted it. It would do.

I went back to the Chevrolet and stuck a matchbook between the horn and the steering wheel. It began to blow like Gabriel’s horn. I moved to the open side door and flattened myself against the wall beside it, watching the back of the house. My ears were hurting. The enclosed space was filled with yelling decibels which threatened to crowd me out.

Campion came out of the house. He ran through the garden, floundering among camellias. The nickel-plated revolver gleamed in his hand. Before he reached the garage he stopped and looked all around him, as though he suspected a trick. But the pull of the horn was too strong for him. He had to silence it.

I ducked out of sight and saw his shadowy figure enter the doorway. I struck him on the back of the head with the hammer, not too hard and not too easily. He fell on his gun. I got it out from under him and dropped it in my jacket pocket. Then I unjammed the horn.

A man was swearing loudly in the next yard. I stepped outside and said: “Good evening.”

He turned a flashlight on me. “What goes on? You’re not Thor Jurgensen.”

“No. Where are the Jurgensens?”

“They’re spending the night in the City. I was wondering who was using their house.”

He came up to the fence, a heavy-bodied man in silk pajamas, and looked me over closely. I smiled into the glare. I was feeling pretty good.

“A wanted man was using it. I’m a detective, and I just knocked him out.”

“Evelyn’s brother?”

“I guess so.”

“Does Evelyn know he was here?”

“I doubt it.”

“Poor Evelyn.” His voice held that special blend of grief and glee which we reserve for other people’s disasters. “Poor old Thor. I suppose this will be in the papers–”

I cut him short: “Call the Sheriff’s office in Redwood City, will you? Tell them to send a car out.”

He moved away, walking springily in his bare feet.

19

ROYAL AND I waited outside the hospital room while Campion returned to consciousness. It took him the better part of an hour. I had time to fill the Captain in on my activities, and Campion’s.

Royal was unimpressed by my findings in Saline City. “He’s trying to fake an alibi for his wife’s murder.”

“Or establish one. I think you should talk to the key boy Nelson Karp, and see if that registration card is genuine. It’s in the hands of the Saline City police.”

Royal said without much interest: “Alibis like that one come a dime a dozen and you know it. He could have checked in at this motel and even spent part of the night, then driven back to Luna Bay and done her in. It’s only about thirty miles between the two places.”

“Which makes it all the easier to check.”

“Look,” he said, “I’ve got other things on my mind. Take it up with Deputy Mungan if you like. He’s in charge of the substation at Luna Bay, and he’s been handling the evidential details.”

I didn’t pursue the argument. Royal was a good cop but like other good cops he had an inflexible mind, once it was made up. We sat in uneasy silence for a few minutes. Then a young resident wearing a white coat and a high-minded expression came out of Campion’s room and announced that, in view of the importance of the case, his patient could be questioned.

Royal and I went in past the uniformed guard. It was an ordinary small hospital room, with the addition of heavy steel screening on the window. Campion’s bed was slightly raised at the head. He lay still and watched us. His heavy eyes recognized each of us in turn, but he didn’t speak. His head was bandaged, and the flesh around his eyes was turning purple. Scratches stood out on his pale cheeks.

I said: “Hello, Campion.”

Royal said: “Long time no see, Bruce.”

Campion said nothing. The turbanlike bandage on his head, the grimace of pain on his mouth, made him look a little like an Indian fakir lying on a bed of spikes.

Royal’s shadow fell across him. “What did you do with Harriet Blackwell, Bruce?”

“I didn’t do anything with her.”

“She was last seen in your company.”

“I can’t help it.”

“You can’t help killing people, you mean?”

“I’ve never killed anyone.”

“What about your little wife Dolly?”

“I didn’t kill Dolly.”

“Come on now, Bruce. We know different. You’ve had your little burst of freedom. This is the end of the trail. The end of the trail and the beginning of the trial.” Royal grinned at his own bad joke. “Anything you say can be used against you, true, but I’m advising you to speak out now, tell us the whole thing freely. It’ll be easier on you in the long run.”

“Sure,” Campion said. “They’ll put a cushion on the chair in the gas chamber and perfume the cyanide.”

Royal leaned over the bed, his wide shoulders blotting out Campion’s face. “You know you’re headed for the gas chamber, eh? So why not give me the full story, Bruce? I been waiting a long time to hear it. Just come clean about Dolly, and I’m your friend. I’ll do what I can to save you from the green room.”

“Don’t do me any favors, cop. And get away from me. You have bad breath.”

Royal’s open hand jerked up. “Why, you dirty little bas–” He bit the word in two and backed away, with a sideways glance at me.

Campion said: “Go ahead and hit me. Hitting people is what you people are for. I’ve hated you people all my life. You sell out justice to the highest bidder and let the poor people take the gaff.”

“Shut up, you.” Royal was shouting. “You lie there crying about justice with women’s blood on your hands.”

Campion flapped his hands in front of his face. “I don’t see any blood.”

“That’s right, you didn’t shed any blood when you killed Dolly. You used a stocking around her neck. Her own stocking.” Royal made a spitting noise. “What goes on in a mind like yours, Bruce? I’d like to know.”

“You never will. You’re too ignorant.”

“I’m not too ignorant to know a psycho when I see one, fooling around with paintboxes and living on women. Why don’t you do a man’s work?”

“Like vagging prostitutes and shaking them down?”

“Don’t talk to me about prostitutes. I read a book about that whoring psycho French painter – the one that cut off his ear and committed suicide. How psycho can you get?”

Campion sat up in bed. “If you weren’t so ignorant you’d speak of Van Gogh with respect. Incidentally, he wasn’t a Frenchman. He was a Dutchman, and a great religious genius.”

“And you’re another? Is that what you’re trying to say? You’re a great religious genius who goes in for human sacrifice?”

“You’re the one who puts people in the gas chamber.”

“I’m the one, and that’s where you’re going.”

I stepped between them, facing Royal. His face was congested with blood, and his eyes had an oily sheen. I’d never seen him out of control before. Campion had lain back and closed his eyes.

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