I decided to go out there and wait for him. I was determined to see him tonight, come rain, come sunshine, so I drove out there and parked before his front door.
The time was twenty minutes past ten. I had no idea when he went off duty, but with the rumpus going on at Head quarters he was pretty certain to be late.
I settled down with a cigarette and prepared for a long wait. There was a light showing in one of the lower rooms of the house, and from time to time I saw a woman’s shadow on the blind. Around quarter to eleven the light went out, and then a light flashed up in one of the upper rooms. After a while that went out in its turn, and the house was dark.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about Perelli. I didn’t want to get any false ideas until I knew more facts. Franco was probably right when he said Brandon would have more than the gun on Perelli. It was my bet someone had tipped the police: someone with an eye on the twenty-five grand; a temp- tation to anyone to manufacture a few lies if he could.
A car came grinding up the hill. A few seconds later head-lights came through the windshield to dazzle me, and a car came to a standstill.
I poked my head hopefully out of the window. It was Mifflin all right. He was looking out of his window, a scowl on his face.
‘Take that lump of rusty iron out of my way and drop it in the sea,’ he said testily. ‘You’re blocking my gates.’
‘Hello, Tim,’ I said, and got out of the Buick.
He gaped at me.
‘What the hell are you doing here?’
I opened his car door, slid in and sat beside him.
‘Felt lonely, so I thought I’d cheer myself up with your com-pany.’
‘Beat it! I’ve had enough for one night. I’m going to bed.’
‘Let’s have it, Tim. Why did Brandon pick up Perelli?’
‘So you know that, do you?’ Mifflin snorted. ‘Read about it in the morning newspapers and don’t bother me. I’ve had all I want of it for one night. They’ve gone crazy down there like a lynch mob.’
‘I know. I’ve seen them. Now look, Tim, Perelli happens to be a friend of mine. He didn’t kidnap Dedrick. It’s not his line.’
Mifflin groaned.
‘Gimme a butt. I’ve smoked all mine.’
I gave him a cigarette and lit it for him.
‘Do you think he’s the kidnapper?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe, but probably not. Was it you who sent Francon down?’
‘Yeah. Did he get in?’
‘Can you imagine anyone keeping him out? He got in, all right. I reckon he saved Perelli’s life. They were certainly working over him.’
‘Was it a tip?’
Mifflin nodded.
‘Yah. And that’s what makes me think it’s a phoney. Whoever it was, asked for Brandon; nobody else would do. Brandon talked to him. This guy wouldn’t say who he was, and that means he’s gypped himself out of the reward. To me that stinks. No one in their right senses would pass up a reward that big unless he was scared of getting involved. He told Brandon to go right away to Perelli’s apartment, where he’d find the death gun down the side of a settee and other evidence that would pin the kidnapping on to Perelli. Brandon tried to find out who he was, but he got jittery and hung up. We’ve traced the call to a call-box in Coral Gables, but that’s as far as we’ve got.’
‘Someone who must hate Perelli’s guts.’
‘Could be, or maybe one of the kidnappers with cold feet. I don’t know. Anyway, Brandon made the pinch himself. Know what he found?’
‘He found the gun.’
‘He found that. He also found three oilskin wrappers, a hundred thousand grand in used twenty-dollar bills and a fishing-rod which was probably used to take the money off the shed roof.’
I whistled softly.
‘Where did he find them?’
‘The money was in a suitcase in a cupboard. The oilskin wrappers were at the back of a drawer and the rod was under the bed.’
‘As if anyone in their right minds would keep evidence as hot as that in their apartment. Can’t he see it’s a plant?’
‘Look, Brandon wants the Feds out of the city pronto. Perelli’s got a police record. This is a gift to him. If he stares at it all day and all night, it wouldn’t be a plant to him.’
‘Has Perelli an alibi for the kidnapping?’
‘One full of holes. He says he was playing cards with Betillo in a private room in Delmonico’s Bar. We’ve talked to Joe. He says Perelli played cards with him until nine-thirty. Joe remembers the time because Perelli was winning and sud- denly said he had a date. Joe was sore because he wanted to get back some of his losses. Perelli swears he played on until ten thirty. The kidnapping, if you remember, took place at ten past ten.’
‘Anyone see Perelli leave?’
Mifflin shook his head.
‘He went out the back way.’
‘Well, who’d believe a rat like Betillo, anyway?’
‘Brandon does. He’d believe anyone as long as he gets the Feds out of town. The money worries me, Vic. Everything looks like a plant until you come to the money. A hundred grand is an awful lot of money to throw away to frame a man. A couple of grand would have been enough.’
‘That’s just the reason why it was planted. The kidnappers have still four hundred grand to keep him warm. Leaving an amount that big in Perelli’s place would make people think just what you’re thinking.’
‘It’s throwing money away. I can’t see anyone doing it.’
‘That’s because you’re badly paid. A lot of people in this city wouldn’t think anything of passing up a hundred grand.’
‘Juries are badly paid too. They wouldn’t believe it.’
I flicked my cigarette out of the window and shrugged. He was right, of course.
‘How is he, Tim?’
‘Perelli? Not so bad, considering. They didn’t shake his story, and they certainly tried. I think he’d have croaked if Francon hadn’t breezed in. Those two punks, MacGraw and Hartsell, get under my skin. They like nothing better than to be turned loose on a guy in handcuffs.’
‘Yeah. They tried to bash me once. Any chance of my seeing him?’
‘Not a hope. He’s Brandon’s special prisoner. Even the Fed had to get tough before he’d let them look at him.’
I lit another cigarette and passed him the pack.
‘I don’t think he did it, Tim.’
‘Well, you’ll be about the only one by the time they get him before a jury. Wait ‘til you see the morning newspapers. As far as they’re concerned, he’s been tried and found guilty already. The only way to get him off is to produce the real kidnapper.’
‘I’ve got to do something for him. What’ll Brandon do now?’
‘Nothing. As far as he’s concerned, the case is closed. He’s got Perelli, and he’s got all the evidence he needs. It’s in the bag.’
I opened the car door and slid out.
‘Well, at least it gives me a clear field. I’m going to start in and dig.’
I wish you luck,’ Mifflin said. ‘But you’ve got a sweet job on your hands. Where will you dig? What have you got to work on?’
‘Not much. I’m going after Mary Jerome. I have a feeling she knows more about this than you think.’
‘Maybe, but I doubt it. If she had anything to do with the kidnapping, she wouldn’t have come back like that.’
‘She may have left something in the room and had to come back. She wasn’t to know I’d be there. The chances are she doesn’t know anything, but I’m going to find her and make sure.’
‘Okay, anything I can do, let me know. I think Perelli’s been framed myself, but that’s strictly off the record.’
‘Thanks, Tim. I’ll probably have something for you. So long for now.’
I climbed into the Buick, waved my hand to him and drove fast to Centre Avenue. Half-way down the broad thoroughfare I spotted a call-box and swung to the kerb. I dialled Justin Francon’s number.