‘Beth!’
She came quickly.
‘I’m going into the garage and I’m shutting the door,’ I said. ‘I want you to put this wedge under the door when it is closed and kick it home.’
She stared briefly at me, then took the wedge. I went into the garage and shut the door. She did exactly what I had told her to do. When I heard her kick the wedge home, I turned the door handle and slammed my shoulder against the door. It held.
‘Okay. Get the wedge out,’ I said.
She had trouble getting it out, but she got it out. I opened the door and joined her in the kitchen. I took the wedge from her and dropped it in my pocket.
‘Let’s go in the garden.’
By now it was 19.20 and it was getting dusk. The air was still and hot with a hint of an approaching storm. We went together away from the house and we sat on the grass bank.
‘What are you planning?’ she asked, her voice tense.
‘This may not work,’ I said. ‘If it works, it is safe. If it doesn’t work, we must think of something else, but if it doesn’t work we are still clear of trouble.’
‘Don’t talk in riddles!’ There was an edge to her voice. ‘Tell me!’
‘Last night, he had me up at three o’clock demanding whisky. He told me to get the bottle from the glove compartment of the car. I’m gambling on the same thing happening tonight. If it does, then we’ve fixed him. If it doesn’t, then as I said, we must try something else, but I’m pretty certain he’ll need a drink sometime tonight when we are both supposed to be in bed. The idea is, sometime before we go to bed, I’m starting the car engine and I’m putting on the car heater. If he goes down to the garage to get the bottle, I’ll be waiting and I’ll wedge the door so he can’t get out. There will be enough buildup of carbon monoxide in the garage to kill him. We’ll find him missing in the morning, hunt, find him in the garage. The picture will be obvious. He came down in his pyjamas, got in the car, found the bottle, felt chilly, turned on the engine and the heater and decided to stay until he had finished the bottle. Before he could do so the fumes fixed him. That’s the plan, Beth. What do you think?’
She sat motionless. I didn’t hurry her. After several minutes, she said, ‘Yes, but will he come down?’
‘That’s the gamble, but if he doesn’t we are still in the clear. We will have to think of some other way, but this is the safest.’
‘Then let’s try.’
Again as if we were planning to drown a cat. No emotion, no nothing. Once more the cold dead finger went up my spine.
‘The Sheriff will be up here, Beth, and Ross who is a troublemaker although it was lucky he was out here when we came back. He saw how drunk Frank was. Now listen, we must both say the same thing. We tell the Sheriff we heard nothing during the night. I went to bed soon after nine-thirty. I was tired after sitting up with him the previous night. You read until ten-thirty and then you went up. You looked in to see how he was. He was asleep and snoring. I intended to look in during the night, but I was so bushed I didn’t wake until seven. When I found he wasn’t in his bed, I woke you and we looked around and found him in the garage. We try to revive him. We call Dr. Saunders and the Sheriff, but Saunders first. I want him on the scene before the Sheriff arrives, then I call Bernstein.’
She nodded, then said, ‘But he hasn’t got probate yet.’
‘We can’t wait. It’ll be all right. You have his will. You inherit everything from him. Bernstein is tricky. He could be the danger man unless you handle him right. Your line is to play helpless. You need his advice. He’ll like that. Show him the will and ask him if he will represent you. You’re going to be a millionairess. You’ll be important people to him and once he knows he is going to act for you, he’s not going to be tricky. Get all that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Okay, let’s go over the details.’
We spent the next hour working on the plan. I threw the kind of questions the Sheriff might throw at her and she came back word perfect. I could see I didn’t have to worry about her performance. She was as cold and as calm as the original ice woman. Finally, I was satisfied and found I was hungry.
‘Let’s eat,’ I said. ‘While you cook up something, I’ll take a look at him.’
I quietly opened his bedroom door. The bedside lamp was on and he was awake. The whisky bottle was empty.
‘How do you feel, Frank?’
‘I’m okay.’ His voice was a surly growl.
‘Feel like something to eat?’
‘No.’ He waved to the empty bottle. ‘Get rid of this and bring me a fresh one.’
‘Sorry, Frank, no more drinking tonight. I’ve had strict instructions. Mr. Bernstein is holding me responsible. The doctor says you’ll be dangerously ill if you have even one more drink for two days.’
His eyes turned mean.
‘You’re employed by me, not Bernstein!’
‘I’m still sorry, Frank.’
He regarded me, then a crafty expression came into his eyes.
‘I’ll settle for a double and no bottle. How’s about it?’
I pretended to hesitate, then I nodded.
‘Well, okay, but that’s the last you get.’
‘Stop gabbing. Go get it!’
I went downstairs, took out a full bottle of whisky, made a double, then as Beth came to the door I handed her the bottle.
‘Any more in the house?’
‘That’s the last one.’
‘Hide it and hide it good... in the garden.’
I took the drink up to his room, added a shot of charge water and gave it to him. He gulped it down and relaxed.
‘I’ll sleep now,’ he said. ‘Turn the light off.’
I took the glass, turned off the light and went to the door.
‘You’ll be fine tomorrow, Frank.’
He grunted and I closed the door.
I stood for a moment at the head of the stairs. With any luck he would be dead by tomorrow. I felt a tingle of excitement run up my spine. In a month or two, Beth and I would be worth a million!
I drew in a long deep breath, then went down to the kitchen.
Chapter Seven
A little after 21.00, I went into the garage. I again tested the swing up garage door. Held by the outside wedge, it was rock firm. Then I got into the Caddy and started the motor, also switching on the heater at quarter power. Getting out of the car, I shut and locked all the car doors. Marshall was to have no chance to turn off the engine.
There was a small pilot light above the door leading into the passage which automatically lit up when you opened the door leading into the passage or when you swung up the garage door. Moving into the passage, I shut the door, then went back to the living room.
Beth was sitting as I had left her, motionless, her hands in her lap. She looked at me, her eyes remote.
‘It’s all set,’ I said. I looked at my watch. ‘I’m going up now. You stay here for an hour, then come up. Take a bath. If he is awake I want him to know you’re going to bed. Stay in your room. From now on, I’ll handle it.’