They were nearing the lights of Biscayne Boulevard now. Shayne tooled the car along smoothly and spoke in a musing voice:
“You’re right, Earl. Thirty-six grand would really be a very moderate fee to pay for evidence on which they can sue for recovery of those other policies. Yet, knowing insurance companies as I do, I’ll bet you one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Suppose things had gone differently this afternoon and I had worked out all the angles before I tried to buy back the bracelet. Then I would have realized we didn’t need it for evidence and that whole sum of thirty-six grand might just as well be safe in my apartment right now. Just supposing that were so: I’ll bet you ten to one that your company would demand the thirty thousand back-insisting that a fee of six grand was plenty for my trouble.”
“I wouldn’t take the bet,” Randolph said, “even at odds of ten to one. They’ll forgive you for losing it as you did, but they would never agree to pay out a sum like that after the job was done.”
Shayne swung around the traffic circle and drove swiftly south on the Boulevard. “I’m glad,” he said gravely, “I had you along for a witness this afternoon when those crooks lifted the money from my car. Otherwise, there might always have been a nasty suspicion that I had just pretended it was lost.”
“That was lucky,” Randolph agreed warmly. They were swinging around Bayfront Park now, and a moment later Shayne parked in front of the side entrance to his hotel and they got out.
He knocked on the closed door of his apartment, and was surprised to hear Lucy’s voice telling them to come in.
She was seated alone in a big chair in the center of the room, wearing a coral dressing-gown and a neat bandage on her head which was almost concealed by skillfully fluffed brown hair. She smiled gaily when Shayne entered, and began breathlessly:
“Now, don’t scold me, Mike. I feel perfectly all right. I sent the nurse home-” She stopped abruptly when she saw Earl Randolph enter behind her employer.
Shayne said, “Earl has things to say to you. Don’t be too angry with him because he’s paying for all your medical attention and double your wages while you’re convalescing.” He crossed to her and touched her pale forehead caressingly with his finger tips for a moment, and then turned aside to let Randolph make his explanations.
He paused at the table to glance in the drawer and assure himself that the bulky envelope of twenty-dollar bills was still intact, and then hummed a little tune of contentment as he got down a cognac bottle and poured out two drinks.