She recovered her self control. The expressionless mask slipped into place.
‘So you’re not quite the fool I imagined you to be, Mr. Barber. Well, we’ll see how it works out.’
‘Yeah: we’ll see.’
The glass door swung open and I looked around. A tall, heavily built man, wearing a smart chauffeur’s uniform, stood in the doorway. This would be the ex-cop, O’Reilly. I was aware he was looking curiously at me. I was surprised to see he was about my age. His sand coloured hair was close cropped. His heavy, flashy face was coarsely handsome, and his steady grey eyes had that quizzing penetrating stare that most cops have.
‘The car’s ready, Madam,’ he said.
‘I won’t be going out this morning,’ Rhea said and she got up ‘Mr. Malroux isn’t at all well.’
She started across the patio.
‘Mrs. Malroux…’ I said.
She paused and looked at me.
‘When Miss Malroux’s body was found, she was wearing a blue and white cotton dress. It was quite a cheap thing. Lieutenant Renick is wondering where it came from. You will remember she wore a red dress when she left here. Lieutenant Renick wants to know if you know anything about the dress.’
I thought I would have jolted her with this, but her expression didn’t change.
‘I know all about the dress,’ she said. ‘I bought it for her. It is a beach dress. She kept it in her car.
When she went to the beach, she changed into it. Perhaps you will tell the Lieutenant that.’
She turned and walked to the glass door which O’Reilly held open for her.
I felt a sudden sinking feeling of uneasiness. If she could be so calm and quick witted on a question like that, could she talk herself out of the tape recording? She could admit the kidnap plot, but that still didn’t implicate her in Odette’s murder.
‘You’re Barber, aren’t you?’ O’Reilly said, and his voice jerked me alert ‘The Lieutenant told me about you. Have they found her?’
Watch it, I thought. This guy is an ex-cop. He has been trained to spot anything suspicious, and what he spots will go straight back to Renick.
‘They found her. Renick wants you to come down and identify her.’
O’Reilly grimaced.
‘Maybe the old man should do it.’
‘She’s been dead two days and shut in the trunk of a car. Renick thinks Malroux shouldn’t see her.’
‘Well, okay.’ His grey eyes shifted over my face. ‘Have they found the ransom yet?’
‘No.’
‘I told the Lieutenant: find the ransom and you’ll find the killer: it’s that simple.’
‘They’re waiting. Let’s go.’
‘I’d better tell the old man where I’m going,’ he said. ‘I won’t be a minute.’ He started across the patio, then abruptly paused to look at me. ‘They’ve got no clue to the guy who strangled her? That photograph in the paper last night didn’t pay off?’
That jolted me. I had forgotten the photograph.
‘No.’
‘The Lieutenant is smart. He’ll bust this case. I’ve worked with him in the past. He knows his business.’
I watched him go, then I took out my cigarettes. I was about to light one when I had a sudden cold, spooky feeling.
They’ve got no clue to the guy who strangled her?
I had said nothing about how Odette had been murdered neither to Rhea nor to O’Reilly. Her body had only just been discovered. Not even the newspaper men were in on it yet — then how did O’Reilly know she had been strangled?
The cigarette slipped out of my fingers.
Here was my man! The lover! The ex-cop who had Renick’s confidence, who had the opportunity of knowing all what was going oh and of living in this house within a few yards of Rhea’s bedroom.
O’Reilly!
How else could he know Odette had been strangled unless he had strangled her himself?
II
Five or six minutes later, O’Reilly came through the swing doors and joined me on the patio.
During those minutes I had got over the shock of my discovery. I had had time to consider more fully the likelihood that he was Odette’s killer. He seemed fitted for the job. I told myself I would have to be careful not to give him any idea that I had spotted his slip and was suspicious of him. By now, Rhea would have warned him that I had the tapes. This should jolt him as much as it had jolted her, but it didn’t incriminate him. Somehow I had to pin Odette’s murder on him before the police pinned it on me.
As he came towards me, silently and smoothly, the way a boxer moves, I had to make an effort to keep my face expressionless.
‘All set?’
‘Yeah.’
He gave no sign that he knew I had the tapes. His hard fleshy face was a little thoughtful, but that was all.
We went together out of the house and down to the police car.
‘Has Mr. Malroux been told?’ I asked as I slid under the driving wheel.
‘Yeah.’ He settled himself in beside me. ‘Tough on him — his only daughter.’
‘Mrs. Malroux took it in her stride,’ I said as I drove down the carriageway, ‘Did she and the girl get along together?’
‘They got along fine,’ O’Reilly said, his voice sharpening a little. ‘She’s not the demonstrative type.’
I decided to stick the knife in hard and turn it.
‘The Lieutenant was saying Mrs. Malroux now comes into all her husband’s money. The girl’s death is pretty convenient for her. The girl would have collected half Malroux’s fortune if she had lived: now the wife grabs the lot.’
He shifted his solid, muscular body. I didn’t risk looking at him.
‘There was enough for the two of them, I guess,’ he said. I couldn’t be sure but I had an idea there was a sudden uneasy note in his voice.
‘Some women are never content with the half of anything. Mrs. Malroux strikes me as the type who wouldn’t share a breath of air with anyone.’
I felt him stare at me. I didn’t look his way.
‘The Lieutenant thinks that?’
‘I haven’t asked him.’
There was a pause, then he said, ‘That was a smart idea of his to print that photograph. The guy in the photograph looked a lot like you.’
That counter-attack didn’t faz me.
‘It was me,’ I said. ‘We had a description of a man who was seen with the girl at the Pirates’ Cabin.
His build matched mine. I volunteered to act as a model.’
That held him.
‘Come to think of it,’ I went on, ‘you’re the same build too.’
He didn’t say anything to that one.
We drove two blocks in silence, then I said, ‘They found the briefcase. It was in the stolen car with the body.’
His big, powerful hand was lying on his knee. I saw it give a little jump.
‘You mean they recovered the ransom?’
‘I didn’t say that: they have found the briefcase: it was full of old newspapers. Did you know there were two briefcases — exactly alike?’
Again I felt him look at me.
‘Yeah.’
‘Know what I think? I think someone switched the cases before Malroux left to deliver the ransom. It could easily have been done.’
That really hit him. He dropped his cigarette.
‘What are you getting at? Who would switch the cases?’
There was a sudden harsh note in his voice. He bent and recovered the cigarette, then tossed it out of the window.
‘It’s just a theory of mine. The way I figure it is this: the girl gets kidnapped. The old man gets the ransom money ready. His wife suddenly gets a bright idea. If the kidnappers are double-crossed, the girl will be murdered. With the girl out of the way, Mrs. Malroux collects the whole of the estate — not just half of it. So she puts a bundle of newspapers in the other briefcase and switches the cases just before Malroux leaves to deliver the ransom. She then has five hundred grand spending money, she has got rid of her stepdaughter, and when the old man dies, she collects all the millions.’