James Chase - No Business Of Mine
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demanding five hundred pounds from me or you’ll give Corridan false
evidence that will incriminate me with two murders. That is the
position, isn’t it?”
“That’s the idea,” he said, smirking. “I’m afraid I couldn’t put that
in writing. But between you and me that’s the general idea, baby.”
I nodded, satisfied.
“You can have your money,” I said, “and God help you, Fatso, if
you try to double-cross me. I’ll come after you, and I’ll pound you to a
jelly.”
“You have my word,” he said with a pathetic attempt at dignity.
“That should be enough. You’re an American, of course, so you can’t
be expected to appreciate that an Englishman’s word is his bond.”
“Get off your high horse, you fat louse,” I snapped, sick of him.
He waggled his head. “Don’t you think we’ve wasted enough time
already? Where’s the money?”
I went to the desk, opened it, took out the packet of pound notes
I had meant to give Netta. I tossed them into his lap.
“There you are,” I said, watched him.
He stared down at the money, his eyes popping out of his head.
He touched them, patted them.
“Take them and get out,” I said.
“Do you mind if I count them, baby?” he asked, a catch in his
voice. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but it’s more businesslike.
Besides, you might have given me too much.” He giggled explosively.
“Go ahead, but be quick about it. I can’t stand the sight of you
much longer.”
There was a long pause while he counted the notes. He was
trembling with excitement, and completely absorbed in the sound the
notes made as they rustled in his fingers.
Finally he straightened, nodded. There was a gleam of incredulous
triumph in his eyes. “Well, baby,” he said, “I didn’t think you’d be so
easy. I thought I was going to have a lot of trouble with yon.” he
stuffed the notes into his hip pocket, smiled his secret smile. He
wasn’t pleasant to look at.
I laughed at him.
“Get out, you fat louse,”
He looked down at the faded sprig of lilies in his buttonhole. He
took it out, laid it on the table.
“Something to remember me by, baby,” he said, giggled. That was
too much for me.
“And here’s something to remember me by, Fatso,” I said, hauled
off and landed him a sock in his right eye.
He reeled back against the wall, his hand to his eye. For a moment
he remained there, stunned, then he cringed away, moaning.
“You beast!” he whimpered. “Oh, you beastly, rotten cad!”
I made a threatening move towards him. He rushed to the door,
yanked it open. Waiting for him in the passage outside was an over-
sized, plain-clothes dick.
Cole blundered into him, received a violent shove which sent him
staggering back. The plain-clothes dick smiled at him.
“Hello, dear,” he said.
Cole, still holding his eye, stared at him for almost a minute, then
his face crumpled and his knees sagged.
The dick advanced on him. Cole retreated.
I kicked the door shut when the dick was in the room.
“So you anticipated you were going to have trouble with me, did
you?” I said grimly. “Boy! Is that an understatement.”
I crossed over to the bathroom, opened the door. “Okay,
O’Malley, you can come out now.”
Detective-Inspector O’Malley came out, followed by another
plain-clothes dick who had a note-book in his hand.
“Did you get it all down?” I asked.
“Every word,” O’Malley said, rubbing his hands. “The sweetest
little statement I could wish for. If he doesn’t get ten years, may I be
hung for a liar.”
The three dicks grinned at Cole. O’Malley walked up to him,
touched his arm.
“I’m Detective-Inspector O’Malley of Bow Street, and these are
police officers,” he said, waving his hand to the two plainclothes dicks.
“It’s my duty to arrest you and charge you with attempted blackmail.
And I have also to caution you that anything you say will be written
down and may be used in evidence at your trial.”
Cole’s face turned green.
“You can’t do this to me,” he squeaked. “That’s the man who
must be arrested. He’s a murderer.” He pointed a trembling finger at
me. “He killed Madge Kennitt and Henry Littlejohns. I saw him do it!
You can’t arrest me. I’m an honest citizen.”
O’Malley grinned.
“You can tell that to the judge,” he said soothingly. “You come
along with me.”
The two plain-clothes dicks closed in on him. One of them
whisked my money from Cole’s pocket, handed it to O’Malley.
“We’ll have to keep this,” O’Malley said to me. “But you’ll get it
back after the trial.”
“I hope so,” I returned with a grin. “I’d hate to think it might go to
your sports fund.”
The three dicks laughed.
“Come on,” O’Malley said to Cole. “We’ll make you nice and snug
in a cell.”
Cole started back. “He’s a murderer, I tell you,” he shouted
frantically. “Arrest him! He’ll leave the country if you don’t. Do you
hear? He’ll leave the country.”
“Now don’t excite yourself, dear,” one of the plain-clothes dicks
said. “If you come quietly I’ll give you a nice cup of cocoa at the
station.”
Cole took his hand away from his eye which was closed and
swollen.
“He assaulted me,” he shrilled. “I wish to charge him with assault.
Arrest him!”
O’Malley looked pained. “Did you do that?” he asked me, shaking
his head sadly.
“Me?” I said, shocked. “I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing. He
was so anxious to spend his money, he hit his poor eye against the
door handle as he rushed out.”
O’Malley guffawed.
“You must have been in a hurry,” he said, winking at Cole.
I walked up to Cole, smiled. “So long, louse,” I said. “The next time
you try blackmail, don’t pick on a newspaper man. See you in ten
years’ time.”
They took Cole away. He went speechless, dazed, stupefied. At
the door, O’Malley looked over his shoulder.
“See you to-night,” he said.
“Sure. Corridan’ll be back then,” I returned. “I wouldn’t miss
seeing his face when I spring my little surprise for all the Scotch in
London.”
“Speaking as a teetotaller, nor would I,” O’Malley said piously.
Chapter XXIII
THE clock in Mrs. Crockett’s hall was striking the half-hour after
seven as I crept up the stairs to Madge Kennitt’s flat. No one saw me
enter the house. It was a relief to know that Julius Cole wouldn’t
appear on the landing to waggle his head at me.
I listened outside Madge’s door, heard nothing, tapped gently.
“It’s Steve,” I said.
There was a pause, then the door opened. Netta, in a red and
white silk dress, let me in.
I entered the room, closed the door.
“Hello,” I said.
“You’re early, Steve,” she said, putting her hand on my arm. “Is it
all right?” Her eyes were deep set in dark sockets. She seemed
anxious, nervy.
I nodded. “I think so, I said. “I’ve talked to Bix. He wants to see
you.”
“Wants to see me?” she repeated, frowning. “But, why?”
“You don’t know Bix. He’s a crazy guy,” I returned. “He says he
won’t risk his job to fly some dumb-belle to the States. I told him you
were the ace of pin-ups, but he thinks the women I go around with
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