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Authors: James Hadley Chase

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‘I don’t follow you. What do you mean?’
‘You heard what I said. If the payroll vanishes, the Federal agents will know it is an inside job. Either Alice or myself will be suspected. Well, Alice is the one who is going to get stuck with it.’
Kit moved impatiently.
‘No one would believe she would do such a thing.’
‘That’s right, but they would
believe it if she had been per
suaded by her boy-friend to let
him have the keys and if he per
suaded her to tell him about the electronic eye

they would believe that.’

‘But she hasn’t a boy-friend. She isn’t the type ever to have a boy-friend. What are you talking about?’

‘She’s going to have one,’ Calvin said and grinned, ‘and he’s going to be quite a boy. He’s going to grab that three hundred thousand dollar payroll and vanish into thin air.’

She sat tense, watching him. ‘Explain

’ she said sharply.
‘The more I think about it, the more certain I am that Alice is made for this job,’ Calvin said. ‘Don’t forget she had both keys to the vault when Lamb had his stroke. She would have had plenty of time to make an impression of my key before I arrived. It is easy enough to do with a
piece of soap. She gives the im
pression to her boy-friend who makes a duplicate key. She also tells him about this electronic eye arrangement. The trick of this hicky is it doesn’t come into operation until all the lights are out in the bank. All the boy-friend has to do is to remove all the light bulbs except the one in the vault and then turn on the light. The vault
light c
an’t be seen from the street and when it is on, the alarm system can’t operate.’
‘But Alice hasn’t a boy-friend and she isn’t likely ever to have one,’ Kit said impatiently.
‘Before I’ve done with her, she’s going to have a boy-friend, and the two of them will lift the payroll.’
‘But how are you going t
o get her a boy-friend?’ Kit de
manded. ‘She


‘It’s a trick,’ Calvin said and got off the bed. He went over to the closet and took out the bottle of whisky. ‘Sure you won’t have one?’ he asked, waving the bottle towards her.
‘I told you

I don’t drink!’ she snapped. ‘What do you mean

a trick?’

Calv
in poured himself a drink, then sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Alice won’t know she has a boy-friend, but she’ll have one just the same. In actual fact, he won’t exist, but when the money vanishes, the police will be convinced it is her boy-friend who has taken it.’
Kit’s brown eyes were suddenly alert with interest. ‘How is it done?’
‘We have only to convince two people: Major Hardy and Miss Pearson. The police will question them and t
hey’ll tell them about the boy-
friend. Naturally, you and I will also have seen him, but we’ll know he doesn’t exist whereas the old couple have got to believe he does.’
‘They may be old, but they’re no fools.’

‘I know

I know. I’m not saying this is going to be easy, but if w
e handle it right, it’ll work.’

‘I still can’t see how it is don
e.

‘We have time,’ Calvin said. He drank some of the whisky, set down the glass and lit a cigarette. ‘That’s the beauty of this thing

we have all the time in the world. So long as Lamb is out of action, I’m in charge of the bank. He’s going to be out of action for months, so that gives us time. We first have to create the boy-friend. You must drop a hint to Miss Pearson that you think Alice has found a beau. Say you’ve seen her out with h
im. Miss Pearson will tell the m
ajor. They have nothing else to do but to gossip. You must persuade Miss Pearson not to speak to Alice about her beau. Tell her it’ll embarrass her. They both like her and it shouldn’t be hard to make them keep quiet.’
Kit made a movement of exasperation.
‘But she never goes out in the evening. She sits glued to the television. How could they believe she has a boy-friend if she never goes out to meet him?’
‘I’ve thought of that one,’ Calvin said. ‘You’d be surprised how much thinking I have been doing. In a few days, Alice is going to give up watching television. She’s going to work for a bank examination. She’s going to be in her room five nights a week. But every now and then when the old couple are watching television, Alice will sneak downstairs and go out to meet her boy
-
friend.’
‘How will that be done?’
‘We all leave
our coats in the lobby. When Alice is upstairs working for her examination, you will remove her hat and coat and put them out of sight. You’ll tell the old couple Alice has gone out. The proof will be her hat and coat are missing. Later, you’ll put them back. The old couple will be under the impression Alice has returned. It’s as simple as that.’
Kit sat motionless for several moments, thinking, then she nodded.
‘Yes, of course, it could work. It’s a trick, but it could work. Major Hardy and Miss Pearson will only know about her boy
-
friend because I have told them about him

is that enough?’
‘No. They’ll have to see him. That can be arranged. I’m giving
you the bare outline of my idea. Later, we’ll have to work out the
details. But I’m sure we’ll be able to produce a convincing boy-friend.’
Kit reached out and took a cigarette from the pack lying on the table. She lit the cigarette, flicked the match into the ash-tray, then drew in a lungful of smoke. She stared at the wall behind
Cal
vin’s head, her face set in concentration.
Calvin watched her, guessing what was going on in her mind.
‘Am I being stupid about this?’ she asked abruptly. ‘I can see we can produce a convincing boy-friend who doesn’t exist. I can see he might be able to persuade Alice
to help him take the pay
roll. I can see the police might believe this possible. But what happens to Alice? If we are planning to put the blame on her, how do we persuade her to run away? How long do you imagine it’ll be before they catch her? Once they start questioning her they’ll find out fast enough she had nothing to do with the robbery and there never was a boy-friend.’
Calvin flicked ash off his cigarette. His eyes became remote.
‘They won’t ever catch her,’ he said. ‘That’s the trick in this. They may find her but they won’t catch her.’
Kit lifted her hair off her shoulders with an impatient mo
ve
ment.

‘Will you stop talking in riddles? If they find her, they’ll catch her, won’t they?’

‘Not necessarily.’ He didn’t look at her. ‘They’ll find her all right, but she won’t be in a position

shall we say

to talk.’
There was a sudden tense pause. Calvin continued to stare down at the carpet, h
u
mming tunelessly under his breath. Kit became rigid, her fists gripped between he
r knees, her face suddenly with
out colour.
‘It depends on how much you really want the money,’ Calvin said at last. ‘I really want it. I’ve made up my mind to have it. Nothing and nobody is going to stop me having it.’
She remained motionless. He could hear her quick, heavy breathing and he wondered if he had misjudged her. If she hasn’t the nerve, he thought uneasily, to go ahead with this thing, then I’m in trouble. I could have two murders on my hands

Alice and she. I’m not giving up this idea just because she hasn’t the nerve to help me. I’ll have to find someone else, but first, I’ll have to silence her.
‘I think I’d like a drink,’ Kit said in a hoarse, harsh voice.
He splashed w
hisky into his empty glass and held it out to her. He saw her hand was unsteady as she took the glass from him. She drank the whisky in one quick gulp, shuddered and sat back, holding the empty glass so tightly her knuckles turned white.
‘There must be some other way,’ she said.
‘Okay, if you think so,’ Calvin said, watching her, ‘then you tell me. Once the money has gone, they’ll know it’s an inside job. So it has either to be me or Alice. Now you take it from there.’
‘There must be some other way.’ Two faint red spots showed on her cheeks. She looked at the whisky bottle standing on the night table. Calvin got up, lifted the bottle and poured a stiff shot of liquor into her glass.
‘You won’t have anything to do with it. It’s my job to fix Alice,’ he said.

He watched her as she again drained the glass.

‘You’d better go slow on that,’ he said sharply.
‘You don’t want to get drunk.’


I won’t get drunk.’

He put down the bottle, then sat on the bed.

‘I’ve thought about this,’ he said. ‘There’s no other foolproof way. You have to make up your mind whether Alice is more important than three hundred thousand dollars. I
t’
s as simple as that. I’m no stranger to murder. I murdered a number of people during the war

not only soldiers, but civilians who got in my way. I have waited years for the chance of getting my hands on big money
w
ithout a risk to myself. It was you who started my thinking.’ He paused, then went on, a sudden edge to his voice, ‘It might not be all that safe for you to back out now. You can see that, can’t you?’
She got to her fe
et and walked over to where he h
ad put the bottle of whisky. She poured a stiff drink into her glass.
‘Are you threatening me?’ she asked.
‘You can call it what you like. You’re in this thing now with me. Give me an idea that will keep both Alice and me in the clear and I’ll listen. But make up your mind to this fact: I’ve told you too much for you to back out now. I’m reasonable. Give me an idea that takes care of your scruples and keeps me in the clear and we’ll do it your way.’
‘I’ll think about it,’ she said in a flat voice and moved towards the door.
‘Tomorrow I’m going to persuade Alice to take the bank examination,’ Galvin said. ‘We have time, but there is no need to waste it.’

Without looking at him, Kit went into her bedroom, carrying the glass of whisky. Calvin heard the key turn.

He sat there on the bed for a long time, smoking and humming tunelessly under his breath. Then suddenly, he got to his feet and began to undress.

Putting on his pyjamas and his dressing-gown, he
went along to the bathroom and w
ashed. Then he returned to his room and picked up a cigarette. He held it un
light
ed between his thick fingers a
s he looked towards the communicating
door. He stared at the door for several seconds, then he put the cigarette down. Moving silently, he went to the door and gently turned the handle. The door yielded. He pushed it wide open. The bedside lamp was alight. Kit was in bed.
They looked at each other, the
n he moved into the room, clos
ing the door behind him.
He felt a surge of satisfied triumph run through
him
. This was her way of telling him she would go ahead with him in this plan of his.
When he reached the bed, she turned off the light
.
CHAPTER FOUR

1

‘The thing
we have to make up our minds about,’ Calvin said, ‘is what we are going to do with the money when we get it.’
K
it and he were alone in the kitchen. The house was empty except for them. The old people and Alice had gone to church. Flo didn’t come in on Sundays. Kit was preparing the lunch. Calvin sat on the kitchen stool
, away from her, a cigarette be
tween his lips.
‘That won’t be difficult for me,’ Kit said. ‘I know what I’m going to do with my share.’

‘The take is three hundred thousand dollars. We split it down the middle

a hundred and fifty each.’

‘Yes

I’ve always dreamed of owning such a sum.’

‘You may have dreamed about it,’ he said, flicking ash off his cigarette, ‘but I don’t think you have thought about it.’
There was a note in his vo
ic
e that made her look sharply at him.

‘What do you mean?’

‘When we get the money, the real trouble begins,’ he returned. ‘We shall have all this money in cash: there’s a lot of it. You realise you can’t stash it away in a bank? Even a safe deposit can be dangerous. The Federal agents can search safe deposits. You’ll have to be very careful how you spend it

no splashing it around. If you do, the Federal agents will investigate you.’

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