We went into the room which was small and stuffy and skimpily furnished. A bed, a chest of drawers, a toilet basin and a threadbare rug were the only luxuries it could boast of.
'I never got your name last time,' I said, propping myself up against the wall.
'Lola,' the blonde said and sat on the bed. She wasn't at ease with Myra in the room.
Myra rested her hips against the toilet-basin. She looked around the room with unconcealed curiosity. Lola watched her, waiting for some remark that didn't come.
'I'm after Betillo again,' I said quietly. 'Remember? The last time we met I'd been to see him with a club in my hand.'
'What's he done to you this time?' Lola asked, looking interested. 'I still hate that heel.'
'Nothing to me personally, but to her boy friend.' I said, waving a hand towards Myra. 'Nick Perelli.'
Lola's eyes opened.
'The guy who snatched Dedrick?' she asked. 'Gee! I've been reading about that business.' She looked enviously at Myra. 'Did your honey get away with five hundred grand?'
'Wait a minute,' I said hastily as Myra's pale little face hardened. 'You're on the wrong number. Perelli didn't pull the Dedrick snatch. He was framed for it. He was playing cards with Betillo at the time of the kidnapping, but Betillo has sold him to the cops. That's why I want Betillo.'
'That rat would sell his first-born to the cops,' Lola said in disgust.
I had a sudden idea.
'You didn't see Perelli leave, did you?'
'Leave where? What do you mean?'
'He was playing cards with Betillo in Room 15. He said he left Betillo at ten-thirty. Betillo said it was nine-thirty. The kidnapping took place just before ten.'
Lola closed her eyes in the effort to think.
'I don't remember seeing him,' she said at last. 'But then I see so many men during the evening, honey,'
'He wore a white linen suit,' Myra said. 'A navy blue shirt and a white, hand-painted tie.'
Lola gaped.
'Was that the guy? Why, sure I know him. He told me his name was—' She broke off suddenly and, probably for the first time in twenty years, she blushed.
There was a heavy, electric silence.
Myra said, 'Go ahead: don't mind me. Was he with you ON that night?'
Lola jumped to her feet; her face still red, but her eyes angry and hard.
'Get out, you two! I'm talking too much. Go on, beat it. I've said all I'm going to say.'
'Don't get excited,' I said soothingly. 'This is important Lola. Perelli's in a jam. If you can help him, you've got to do it. If you know he left here at ten-thirty, you can save his life. Was he with you on that night?'
Lola gave Myra a quick, calculating look.
'I'm not talking,' she said curtly. 'Get out; both of you!'
'All right, Myra,' I said, and went to the door, opened it and jerked my thumb. Wait for me in the car. I have a little business deal to settle with Lola. I'll join you in a couple of minutes.'
'How about Betillo?' Myra said. 'He'll be up here any minute now.'
'Never mind Betillo. Wait for me in the car.'
She went out, her back very straight, her face white. I closed the door.
'That was a bit of bad luck,' I said, took out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to her.
She looked at me, grimaced, and took the cigarette.
'Think twice the next time you make up your so-called mind to bring a woman into a hole like this,' she said savagely. 'What kind of spot do you think you've put me in?'
'Yeah; I'm sorry, but I wasn't to know. As it turns out, it may be a lucky break. Don't be coy with me, Lola; was Perelli with you?'
'Of course he was. He played cards with Betillo and then came over to me. I was always seeing him. He's one of my regulars.'
'Remember what time he left you?'
'It would be about half past ten. I don't remember to the minute.'
'That's swell,' I said sarcastically. 'So Betillo was telling the truth and Perelli was lying.'
She didn't say anything.
I guess he didn't want Myra to know what he was up to,' I said, and shook my head. 'He must have gambled on Betillo backing up his story. You may have to be a witness, Lola. He's got to have an alibi.'
'I don't care.' she said, shrugging, 'but she will. I know her type. She thinks once a man falls in love with her he's hers for keeps. It doesn't work out that way.'
I took out a hundred-dollar bill.
I owe you this for spoiling that sheet of yours. Keep your mouth shut about Perelli, Lola. I'll tell you if we want you at the trial.'
She took the bill, folded it and pushed it down the top of her stocking.
'What pigs men are.' she said, and threw the half-smoked cigarette contemptuously into the fireplace.
III
I opened the Buick door, slid under the wheel and trod on the starter.
Myra was smoking, a brooding look on her face.
'So we don't touch Betillo?' she said in a low, flat voice.
'As it happened,' I said, not looking at her, 'he was telling the truth. Nick parted company with him at nine-thirty.'
'And spent an hour with that awful, washed-out blonde,' Myra said. 'Lovely for him. I hope he enjoyed himself.'
I drove with exaggerated care up Monte Verde Avenue.
'He's risking his neck to keep it quiet,' I said. 'There's that in his favour.'
'Oh, shut up!' Myra said, her voice unsteady. 'You don't have to make a case out for him. There wasn't a damn thing I wouldn't have done for him: not a thing. When he was in jail, I waited for him. When he came out, I was right on the doorstep. When he was short of money, and he was always short of money, I kept him going. I've been walking the floor all last night, worrying about him. And he has to cheat with a hustler like that in a sordid little room, and pay for it.'
'You're breaking my heart,' I said. 'Okay, so he cheated on you. So what? You don't have to stand by him now. You're free. There're hundreds of men who'll give you a good time. What are you worrying about?'
She swung round in her seat, catching her breath, her face tight with rage.
I grinned at her.
'Get off your high horse, honey. It doesn't suit your complexion.'
She started at me, bit her lip and managed a wry smile. 'I guess you're right. They're all alike. I wish I didn't love that heel. If he ever gets out of this mess, I'll have something to say to him. He'll be allergic to blondes for the rest of his life by the time I've finished with him!'
I pulled up outside her bungalow.
'Go to bed and get some sleep. I have to do a little more thinking.'
'What's the matter with going to the police and getting them to talk to that blonde? Won't her evidence get Nick out?'
I shook my head.
'Not a hope. They wouldn't believe her, for one thing. A woman like that hasn't any standing in a court of law. There's no other witnesses. Nick realized that.'
'So tonight's been so much waste of time?'
'That's right. I've got to cook up another angle. 'I'll keep in touch.'
I leaned across her and opened the door.
'Don't worry. You may not think it, but we're making progress. We'll have made some more by tomorrow. So long for now.'
She put her hand on my arm.
'Thanks for what you've done so far. Keep trying. I want that heel back.'
I watched her walk up the path to the dark little bungalow, then engaged gear and drove away.
IV
As I drove along the wide track that led through the sand dune to my cabin, the headlights of the Buick picked out a big battle-ship of a car parked outside my front gate.
I slowed down, threw out the clutch, shifted into neutral and cruised to a standstill.
I got out of the Buick and walked over to the car. The tight from the dashboard reflected on Serena Dedrick's pale, set face. She turned her head and we looked at each other through the open window.
'I hope you haven't been waiting long,' I said, startled to find her here outside my cabin.
'It doesn't matter. I want to talk to you.'
'Come in.'
I opened the car door.
She got out, holding a crimson silk wrap closely to her. She made a lovely, impressive figure of beauty in the moonlight. Silently, we walked together up the path that led to the veranda.
'I opened the front door, switched on the light and stood inside, wondering what she wanted.
'She went into the lounge. I followed, closed the door, and turned on the standard lamp by the settee.
'Would you like a drink or coffee?'
'Nothing,' she said curtly, and sat down on the settee. The wrap fell open. She had certainly dressed for the occasion. The white satin dress, the skirt heavy with gold brocade, was fit for a State ball. Diamonds glittered at her throat. A diamond bracelet, four inches wide, imprisoned her left wrist. She seemed determined I shouldn't forget she was the fourth richest woman in the world.
I poured out a stiff whisky, carried the glass to my favourite armchair and sank into it. I felt tired and a little depressed. All the way from Myra's bungalow I had been racking my brains to find a way of cracking this case, but it was like hammering my head against a brick wall.
Then, being suspicious by nature, an idea floated into my head. I considered it, decided it was a sound one, got to my feet again, crossed the room and thumbed down an electric switch on the wall. Then I came back to the chair again and sat down.
Serena watched me, under down-drawn eyebrows.
'I have a telephone connection in my bedroom. It wasn't switched through,' I explained; went on, 'Well, now, Mrs. Dedrick, what can I do for you?'
'I want you to stop interfering with this kidnapping case,' She said.
I sipped a little whisky, stared at her, not very surprised, but taking her believe I was.
'Are you serious?'
Her mouth tightened.
'Of course I am. You're being a nuisance. You're prying into things that don't concern you. The police have made an arrest. I'm satisfied that this man kidnapped my husband. There is no point in you stirring up more trouble.'
I lit a cigarette, tossed the match into the fireplace, and blew a little cloud of smoke to the ceiling.
'The man the police have arrested didn't do the job, Mrs. Dedrick. He happens to be a friend of mine. I shall continue to investigate this business until I have cleared him.'
She went very pale and her eyes lit up. Her hands became fists in her lap.
'I am willing to pay you to stop being a nuisance,' she said in a hard, tight voice.
'The number of times beautiful women with more money than ethics have tried to bribe me to give up a case really astonishes me,' I said. 'Sorry. I'm not interested.'
'You can name your price,' she said, her voice edged with anger.
'Yeah, I'm sure, but I'm still not interested. If that's all you have to say, I'll turn in. I'm tired.'
'Fifty thousand dollars,' she said, watching me.
I grinned at her.
'We're bargaining for a man's life, Mrs. Dedrick. If I don't go on working on this case, Perelli will go to the gas chamber. Do you seriously mean that's what you want?'
'I know nothing about Perelli. I'm not interested in him. If he is tried and found guilty, then he is guilty. I will give you fifty thousand dollars to go away for a month. Will you take it?'
'I can't go away for a month, Mrs. Dedrick. I'm busy trying to find out who kidnapped your husband.'
'Seventy-five thousand!'
'What are you scared of? What don't you want me to find out?'
'Seventy-five thousand!' she said.
'What's happened to Dedrick? Did someone hit him too hard? Have you discovered your father's at the back of this, and you want to buy his life? Or is it purely selfish motives and you don't want the great American public to know you were taken for a ride by a reefer-smuggler?'
'A hundred thousand!' she said, through white lips.
'Not a million!' I said, getting to my feet. 'So save your breath. I'm going ahead with this job, and I'm going to finish it. Good night!'
She stood up. There was a dangerous stillness about her that made me look quickly to see if she had a sandbag with her, but she hadn't. In the mood she was in now I wouldn't put it past her to shoot me.
'Are you sure?' she said.
'I said, good night. You can't expect always to get your own way. Run along, Mrs. Dedrick. You bore me.'
'There's another way of taking care of you,' she said with a cold, set smile. 'I'll give you one more chance. Two hundred thousand.'
'Get out!' I said, and crossed the room to throw open the door.
She went quickly to the telephone, dialled, waited a second then screamed in a voice that made me nearly jump out of my skin : 'Police! Help! Come at once!'
She dropped the telephone and turned to me, the set smile still on her lips.
'Very smart,' I said, and sat down. 'What am I supposed to be doing? Criminal assault?'
She put her hand on the front of her dress and ripped it down. Then she dug her nails into her shoulder and clawed into her white flesh, leaving four angry red marks on her skin. She ran her fingers through her hair. She kicked over a table, pushed the settee into the fireplace, scuffed up the rug. As she walked across the room to disarrange more furniture, I reached for the telephone, dialled, and waited.
'Hello?' Paula said.
'I'm in trouble. Come over here fast. You know what to do, collect Francon and get down to Police Headquarters as fast as you can. In five minutes I'll be on a charge of criminal assault. Mrs. Dedrick is setting the stage now.'
'I'll be with you,' Paula said and hung up.
I dropped the receiver back on its cradle and lit a cigarette.