“Then tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow we’ll see.”
“And I’ll see. Because until Duke’s out, I am. And you may be, Val. In spite of your well-laid plans, your legal caution, and all the money you’ve spent, this place still happens to be mine — and don’t get the idea I’m too nice or dumb or scared to put you on the road. Val — Duke — goes.”
She picked her hat off the sofa, and his jaw fell as she put it on. My heart gave a jump, because, much as I hated it all, and in spite of the jolts he had given her, I had to hand it to her how she’d worked him into a corner, driven the punches in, and hung him on the ropes. It was all I could do not to kiss her as she stomped, climbed in her car, which was still parked out front, and, drove off, turning south on 5.
He watched her, slumped down on the sofa, and then squinched up his eyes, as though things went through his mind. Then without a word he picked up his hat and coat, which he’d parked on a chair near the door, went out to his car and drove off. He took the same turn she did on 5, or in other words to southern Maryland, not toward Washington City. I had the feeling, in spite of what he had said, that he was up to something that she didn’t know and I didn’t know and nobody knew but himself.
Chapter XIV
I did the one thing I could think of, which was call Bill at Waldorf, to say she was headed his way and warn him Val might come. But who answered was Marge, and she didn’t seem much surprised at the turn things had taken. On Lippert, at least Holly’s reason for bringing him, she wouldn’t hear one word, to leave it open, I assumed, to take it as Holly would tell it, with no behind-back angles. On cops, ambulance, hospital, and how bad Lippert was hurt, she wanted to know everything, and I told her what I could. We left it she’d speak to Bill, soon as he came in from work, so at least they’d both be on guard. I tramped around a little, trying to think what should be next, heated a take-out and ate it, and tried to gulp down some coffee.
Then came a call and I took it, in the dark living-room. It was Marge, saying Bill was upset at what had been told him by Daniel, the same officer he’d spoken to that morning. It seemed he had called Daniel, to ask for the dope on Lippert, how he was and all, and Daniel had been surprised, as “your sister’s right with him now, there in the hospital room.” She said Bill had called him a liar, but Daniel wouldn’t back down. He said an officer had seen her, one of the boys on the case, who had just come from the house and already remarked on the change in her looks, from how she had been before. Marge said: “Of course, there was no answering that, and Bill is fit to be tied. He’s outside walking around, trying to cool himself off. Duke, what’s come over Holly?”
Now I didn’t know, and this news rocked me plenty, but what I said was: “Mrs. Hollis, you got my message?”
“I did, Duke, and I knew all the time we could count on you. And from now on, please call me Marge. We know each other well enough for that, don’t you think?”
“Then, Marge, on your sister-in-law, I can only say she’s made herself over complete, and it’s caused her to go slightly haywire. It might cause you the same if you knew you had to die and then found out you didn’t.”
“I’m crazy to see how she looks.”
“She looks just — beautiful.”
She asked questions about it, and I told her all kinds of things, especially about clothes. Then: “Duke, she must know what she’s doing.”
I said we could hope so, and to have her call when she came. To do something, after she hung up, to pass another wait in the dark, I set all doors ajar, so I could duck back to the cottage if Val’s lights showed. After a long time the phone rang, and my heart jumped when Holly spoke. She said: “Darling, I had to go there, to Lippert, I mean, and quick. That was all new to me, what Val said, about his underworld life, and I almost died at the wheel of the car when it finally perked in my head the danger I’d put you in. I was waiting when he opened his eyes, and — he promised me. That you wouldn’t be bothered, he called it.”
“What do I say, ‘Oh, thanks’?”
“You do I’ll come kick your teeth in.”
“What made him act so nice?”
“He didn’t act nice a bit. He — was cold as a clam. But — I took all the blame on myself. I said you — respected Val — and had got a wrong impression. I don’t know what I said — anything I could think of. But he promised. He wasn’t nice, but he looked me in the eye and said you wouldn’t be bothered. That’s what I went there for, and now — if you don’t mind — I’d like to forget it.”
“Where is Val, incidentally?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is Marge there?”
“She is, and Bill is.”
“Put her on, please.”
But that was so I could ring off on the call without ringing down on my peeve, and all I said was that Holly had had her reasons, “though up to now I’ve managed to take care of myself.” She gave it a snicker, and I could close up the house at last and go to my room in the cottage.
I went to bed, but a fat chance I could sleep. Around midnight started a thin, misty rain, the first we’d had in two months. Around two, Val’s car lights flashed, and he swung around the house. After he closed the garage he went past the cottage with quick, grippy steps and slammed the house door hard. He was up by the time I was, called he would give me my breakfast, and ate with me, saying nothing. I got his car out, and as he climbed in, watched the look in his eye. He had no look, just a vacant stare at the fields. Then: “Duke, I’m getting that paper today. I’ll bring it home when I come.”
“I’ll be most grateful, sir.”
“Sorry it’s turned out this way.”
“However, for this year at least, there’s not much more work to be done. The Halloween pumpkins about wind it up.”
“See you later, Duke.”
I went to my room, sat, and told myself to really get grateful, to one who was turning out better than he generally got credit for. All I could stir up in myself was fear, of him, whether he’d keep his word, and what he meant about her, once he found out the truth about what she was really up to. Around nine I heard a step, and my door began to move. Then she was in my arms, and the little red hat was sliding down on one ear from the way I was holding her, pushing my hand through her hair and pressing my lips against hers. I said: “We’re playing with dynamite, but what do we care? To hell with him, to hell with anything.”
“I’ve been parked since dawn, watching, and he’s gone up to the city. Soon as I made sure of that, I parked on the back road and came on in here. I have to have some clothes.”
“He’s gone for my confession.”
We went in the house, where she said she would change to her slacks before packing the rest of her stuff, and I sat down in my place on the love seat to give her a chance to do it. She said: “Nobody asked you to stay there, grumping off by yourself.”
“Nobody’s grumping.”
“I might need some help.”
“When your bag’s packed, call me.”
“Listen, Mr. Blond, there’s something you may have forgotten. You carved me from grease, that’s true, like a turkey chipped out of ice. So I’m yours, complete. But I’ve got some rights just the same. There are certain things this might call for. Things I might like to do.”