Travers felt suddenly sick. Kit! Iris’s mother!
Watching him through the crack in the door, Calvin saw by Travers’s expression, he had guessed at the truth. He drew back. A few moments later, Travers came out and walked to the front door. Calvin watched him go.
His sweat-moist hand rested on the butt of the gun in his hip pocket. He wondered what Travers would do.
2
It was after eight-thirty when Travers who had been sitting in his car at the bottom of the road for the past half hour, saw Iris coming towards him in Kit’s car.
He jumped out and stood in the middle of the road, waving. Iris pulled up. Travers came up to her.
‘We’ve got to talk,’ he said. ‘I’ll leave my car here. Let’s go up to Perch Lane. We can talk there.’
‘I don’t think I want to talk to you,’ Iris said, not looking at him. ‘I’m sorry, Ken. Talking will get us nowhere now.’
‘Oh yes, it will,’ Travers said and walking around to the offside door, he got in beside her. ‘Let’s go.’
Iris hesitated, then made a U-turn and drove back to the highway. Neither of them said anything until they had reached the tap of Perch Lane, a favourite meeting-place of theirs. It was dark now. The lights of Pittsville twinkled at them from a distance as they sat side by side.
Travers said abruptly, ‘I know now why you are leaving. I know why you’ve broken the engagement. I want you to know I’d have done exactly the same thing if I had been in your place.’
Iris stiffened with shook. She looked quickly at him: fear in her eyes, then she looked away.
‘I know your mother is involved in the robbery,’ Travers said quietly.
Iris shuddered. Suddenly, she began to cry. Travers put his arm around her. He held her to him as she sobbed, her body trembling, her hands gripping his. It was some moments before she managed to control herself, then she moved away from him, dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief.
‘What are you going to do, Ken?’ she asked unsteadily. ‘I’m going out of my mind. It’s too horrible to think of. When that awful man told me… oh, Ken! Kit of all people!’
‘There is only one thing to do,’ Travers said ‘I’ve been thinking about this. We’ve got to consider ourselves first. You and I are going to leave town. We’re going to get married. Your mother won’t object… she can’t object now. I’m resigning from the police. There’s no other way out. Your mother and Calvin will have to work out their own destiny, but I’m not having anything to do with it.’
Iris looked searchingly at him.
‘But what will you do? You can’t leave the police. It’s your job.’
‘I’ll find something else. I’m not worrying about that now. I can’t remain on the force knowing what I know. We’ve got to clear out or else we could be in serious trouble.’
‘He — he wants me to take the money to San Francisco tomorrow,’ Iris said. ‘He says if I don’t… Kit…’ She choked back a sob. ‘I said I’d do it.’
‘You’re not doing it. That’s what I mean when I said we’ve got to clear out tonight otherwise you could get involved. Once you are involved, you’ll be an accessory to murder. So don’t let’s argue about it. We’re leaving tonight.’
‘But where do we go?’ Iris asked. ‘I haven’t any money… We just can’t go.’
‘I have some money,’ Travers said. ‘It isn’t much but it’s enough to keep us going for three or four months. We’ll take the eleven fifteen train to ’Frisco. In the morning, we’ll get married, then I’ll start looking around for something to do.’
Iris hesitated, then she nodded, gripping Travers’s hand.
‘All right. I’ll come with you. Whatever you say, I’m sure you’re right.’
‘Fine.’ Travers took the engagement ring from his pocket. He offered it to her. ‘Do you want your ring back, Mrs. Travers?’
At half past nine, Sheriff Thomson was about to settle down to watch a Western on TV when the front door bell rang. He looked at his wife, grimaced, then hauled himself out of his armchair and went to the door.
‘Why, hello, Ken,’ he said when he saw who it was. ‘Don’t tell me we’ve got an emergency on?’
‘It’s all right, Sheriff,’ Travers said, following the sheriff into the small sitting-room. ‘It’s not that kind of an emergency.’ He put his deputy’s badge and his .45 revolver on the table. ‘I’m resigning from office as from this minute. I’m sorry to spring this on you, but there are special circumstances. Iris and I are leaving tonight for ’Frisco. We’re getting married tomorrow. I’m quitting because I don’t want to be a police officer when I marry her.’
The sheriff stared at Travers, then he walked heavy-footed to an armchair and sat down.
‘Well! Do you have to drop this kind of bombshell in an old man’s lap as late as this? What’s wrong with being a police officer? Why can’t you marry her and still remain a police officer?’
‘Special circumstances,’ Travers said woodenly.
‘They must be. Don’t you think I’m entitled to know what the circumstances are?’
‘Yes, I do, but I’m sorry, Sheriff… I can’t tell you.’
The sheriff pulled at his moustache.
‘Look, son, you and I have worked together now for more than five years. I’ve known you since you were a kid. Let’s have the truth. What’s gone wrong?’
‘I can’t tell you,’ Travers said. ‘I’ve got to quit and that’s all there is to it.’
‘You’ll be sheriff next year. You can’t throw up your career this way, Ken. Have you thought of that?’
‘Of course I have,’ Travers said a little impatiently. ‘I know what I am doing. I’ve got to quit, and I’m quitting.’
The sheriff shrugged.
‘Well, okay, I guess I can’t stop you.’ He waved to the badge and the gun. ‘They’re still yours. You can’t walk out of the force in five minutes. It’ll take a couple of weeks before you are officially free of us, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop you quitting tonight if it’s that urgent. All the same, hang on to the gun and your badge until your papers come through.’
‘I don’t want them,’ Travers said. ‘As far as I’m concerned, I’m officially off the force as from now.’
The sheriff got to his feet.
‘Sure you don’t want to tell me? You can trust me, Ken. I think you could do with some help.’
Travers smiled tightly. He held out his hand.
‘Thanks, Sheriff, but there’s nothing I want to say.’
The two men shook hands.
‘I guess this damn bank robber is going to get away with it,’ the sheriff said gloomily. ‘I was counting on you to get him. This job is way out of my class and out of Easton’s class too.’
‘If he’s to be caught, he’ll get caught,’ Travers said woodenly. ‘I’ll get in touch with you. So long for now and thanks for everything.’
He went out to the waiting car. Iris looked questioningly at him as he got in beside her.
‘That’s number one problem out of the way. He took it all right. Now we’ll go to your home for you to pack a bag. I’ll wait outside. If there’s trouble, you call and I’ll fix it.’
‘There won’t be any trouble,’ Iris said.