‘That’s the one, Lieutenant.’
‘Okay, Mr. Keller. I’ll be seeing you again. Thanks for your help,’ and nodding to the police officer to take Keller out, Renick went to the telephone and called Barty to come in.
I felt as if a noose was slowly tightening around my throat. I just sat there, doodling and sweating.
‘There’s something phoney about this business,’ Renick said, sitting down at his desk. ‘I’ve had an idea from the very start that this wasn’t a straightforward kidnapping.’
‘What do you mean?’ I said, aware my voice sounded husky.
‘I’m damned if I know, but I’m going to find out.’
Barty came in.
‘What’s up?’
Renick told him what Keller had said.
Barty sat on the edge of the desk, frowning.
‘She went alone, but a redhead. This girl’s dark. There’s two of them — Keller and the air hostess who both swear the girl was a redhead. What was she listed as on the flight record?’
Renick took out a file and glanced through it.
‘Ann Harcourt: booked for L.A. Who’s Ann Harcourt? Look, Barty, drop everything. I want to know everything about this girl. Get the boys working. Get L.A. to check on her there. I want all the hotels checked just in case she stayed at a hotel.’
‘Just what’s on your mind, John?’
‘There’s something phoney about this set-up. The kidnapper tells the girl he is Jerry Williams who she hasn’t seen for a couple of months. He persuades her to go to a joint like the Pirates’ Cabin: a place where none of these youngsters ever go. From there she suddenly vanishes. A big guy wearing a brown sports suit is seen in her car at ten-thirty. Another car is heard to drive off, but is not seen. Then a big guy in a brown sports suit is seen with a girl wearing the same dress the murdered girl is found in at the airport at eleven o’clock. That would make the timing right. From the Pirates’ Cabin to the airport is just about half an hour’s drive. So far so good. She could have been kidnapped. She could have been so terrorised that she changed her dress, put on a red wig and sun goggles and gone with the man. But what happens?’ He slammed his fist down on the desk. ‘ She goes alone! There were fourteen other people travelling in the plane, all in couples. They couldn’t have had anything to do with this girl. The air hostess knows them all! This man who was driving her car, walks out of the airport and disappears. Then the briefcase containing the ransom money is found with the murdered girl. It’s stuffed full of old newspapers, and a rather sinister fact comes out there are two briefcases, the replica of each other.’ He paused to stare at Barty. ‘Make anything of it so far?’
‘Could have been a faked kidnapping,’ Barty said. ‘Providing this girl Ann Harcourt was Odette Malroux. That’s something we’ll have to find out.’
‘Yeah,’ Renick said. ‘Okay, get going. Let’s check on this girl, and when I say check, I mean check!’
He swung round to me.
‘Get that dress photographed. Get one of the office girls to put it on and block out her face. Someone else might recognise it. Get the picture circulated in all the local papers and in L.A.’
I picked up the dress and went back to my office. I felt as if I hadn’t a bone in my body. The teeth of the trap were closing too fast. In another twenty-four hours, if not sooner, Renick might even be on to me. Somehow I had to think of a way to prove that O’Reilly had killed her — but how?
I was too busy for the next hour to think about my problem. I got the dress photographed, gave a Press meeting and made sure the photograph would be circulated in Los Angeles.
By then it was lunch time. I was preparing to go to lunch with Renick and Barty when the telephone bell rang. We three were in Renick’s office. He answered the phone, then handed the receiver to me.
‘It’s Nina,’ he said. ‘She wants you.’ I took the receiver.
‘Yes?’ I said. ‘I’m just going to lunch.’
‘Harry, will you please come home?’ There was a note in her voice — a note I had never heard before– that sent a chill snaking up my spine. ‘I have to talk to you.’
The fear, the cold flat tone in her voice shook me.
‘I’ll be right over,’ I said and hung up. ‘Nina wants me to have lunch with her. Something’s come up.
One of the usual domestic things,’ I said. ‘I’ll be back by two o’clock.’
‘Sure, go ahead,’ Renick said. He was reading a file and didn’t even look up. ‘Take a car, Harry. I want you back here at two o’clock.’
As soon as I left his office, I ran down the passage and down the stairs. I got in a police car and drove home fast. I knew something had happened. I couldn’t imagine what, but I knew from the tone of her voice it was bad.
I parked the car outside the bungalow and walked fast up the path, took out my key and pushed open the front door.
‘Nina?’
‘I’m here, Harry,’ she said from the lounge.
I crossed the hall, pushed open the lounge door and entered. Then I stopped short.
Nina sat in a chair, facing me. She looked small and scared and very white.
Seated near her, his legs crossed was O’Reilly. He had changed out of his chauffeur’s uniform and he had on a sports shirt and bottle green slacks. He was picking his teeth with a match splinter and he grinned at me as our eyes met.
In his right hand, he held a .38 police automatic. Its blunt blue nose was pointing at me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I
‘Come on in, buster, and join the party,’ O’Reilly said. ‘Your wife doesn’t seem to appreciate my company.’
I moved into the room and over to Nina. I was quickly over the shock of finding this man in my home, and a cold fury was taking the place of my first pang of fear.
‘You’d better get out before I throw you out,’ I said.
He grinned, showing even white teeth.
‘Look, buster,’ he said, ‘you may be a good guy in your own class, but you’re not in my class. I could take two like you and think nothing of it.’
Nina put her hand on my arm. Her fingers telegraphed a warning for caution.
‘What do you want?’ I demanded.
‘What do you think? Those tapes and I’m going to have them!’
‘So you did kill her!’
He rubbed the side of his jaw as his grin widened.
‘Did I? The evidence shows you are the guy who did it. Brother! What a sucker you are! You talk too much. If you had kept your trap shut about those tapes, Rhea and me would have imagined we were sitting pretty, but you had to sound off. Those tapes put Rhea out on a limb. They don’t bother me, but she and I are working together on this thing, so I promised her I’d get the tapes.’
‘Too bad,’ I said. ‘You’re not getting them. If anyone gets them it’ll be Renick.’
He glanced at the gun in his hand and then at me.
‘Suppose I aim this rod at your wife’s left leg,’ he said. ‘Suppose I pull the trigger? I could do it if you don’t hand over the tapes.’
Nina said quietly, ‘Don’t listen to him. Harry. I’m not frightened of him.’
I said, ‘You fire that gun, and we’ll have at least ten people at the door before you can get away. That kind of cheap bluff won’t work. Now get out!’
He leaned back in his chair and laughed.
‘Well, it was worth a try,’ he said. ‘You’re right. I wouldn’t shoot either of you.’ He slid the gun into his hip pocket. ‘Okay, let’s get down to business. I want the tapes and you’re going to hand them over to me. Where are they?’
‘In my bank where you can’t get at them’
‘Come on, sucker. We’ll go to the bank and you’ll hand them over. Let’s go.’