Jay made an angry gesture.
“You must talk to her. The photographs may be harmless.”
“Do you think so?” She got to her feet. “We’ll soon see. You realize your father will have to know now?”
“That may not be necessary,” Jay said, shifting uneasily. “Find out first what these photographs are and how much she wants for them. Then we can see what to do.”
“It doesn’t bother you, Jay, that you have drawn me into this ghastly thing?” Sophia asked, leaning forward and staring at him.
Jay shrugged his shoulders.
“I didn’t draw you into it, Sophia. You were thinking of yourself. You could have called the police. You preferred taking a risk than facing the publicity. You said so. You had the choice so don’t try to make out I’ve drawn you into anything.”
Sophia made a resigned movement with her hands.
“Yes, I should have told the police.” She got to her feet. “I don’t know how long this will take. You’d better go back to the hotel and tell your father I’ve gone for a swim. He’ll be wondering where I am.”
“All right,” Jay said. “I’ll wait for you in the suite.”
He watched her leave the enclosure, cross to where her Cadillac convertible stood and drive away.
He sat for some minutes, thinking.
He had got over his first feeling of fear and now he began to look for a way out. Before he could solve that problem, he had to know how dangerous the photographs were. They must be pretty dangerous, otherwise this woman wouldn’t have dared to get into touch with Sophia. Obviously, he would have to try to get hold of the photographs and the negatives, then he would have to think of a way to make sure the woman didn’t bother him again.
Where was Kerr? He also had to be taken care of. The chances were he was at this hotel and the woman was acting as his mouth-piece.
The police were hunting for Kerr. It was possible they suspected that he had killed the girl.
Jay suddenly smiled.
Perhaps here was the way out. If he could strengthen this suspicion in some way, if he could convince the police that Kerr was the man they were looking for...
This needed thought.
He got to his feet and walked back to the hotel. By now it was after half-past ten and the activity of the day had begun...
Press photographers had taken up their positions, waiting for someone worthwhile to photograph. Starlets were beginning to show themselves off in their brief beach shorts and halters, moving about the lobby on the off-chance that some producer or casting director would spot them. The hall-porter’s desk was surrounded by people collecting letters, newspapers and asking for information.
Jay paused just inside.the entrance and looked quickly around. There was no sign of any detective. He saw his father come out of the elevator with Harry Stone and he went over to him.
“Sophia’s gone for a swim,” he said, after his father had greeted him. “She’ll be back in an hour.”
Delaney nodded.
“I’m going over to Nice. I’ll be at the Studios. If she wants to come, tell her I’ll be free about midday.” He started to move away, then paused. “What are you doing?”
“I said I’d keep her company. I’m just going up for my swim-suit.”
Delaney frowned, then shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, okay. See you,” and beckoning to Harry Stone, he went out of the hotel with Stone hurrying after him.
Jay walked up the stairs to the second floor. He paused at the head of the stairs and looked along the deserted corridor, then, moving slowly, he walked towards his suite, paused for a moment outside the door, then continued on down the corridor. He had only taken fifty or so paces when he came upon the concealed alcove and he stopped. He realized then that the alcove he had thought was an entrance to another corridor was a bay window and it offered a convenient hiding place. He guessed this was where Joe Kerr had hidden himself.
His face set in concentrated thought, Jay walked back slowly to the door of suite 27, turned the handle and entered.
He moved over to a lounging chair and sat down.
For an hour he remained motionless, his mind active. He was still sitting there when he heard the door handle turn and he looked up to see Sophia come in.
She shut the door and leaned against it.
Jay saw that she looked pale under her tan and her eyes were very hard.
“Where’s your father?” she asked, keeping her voice down.
“He’s gone to Nice. There’s no one here.” Jay got to his feet. “Well?”
She moved away from the door, opened her handbag and took out a soiled envelope. She handed it to Jay and then walked across the room to the window, turning her back on him.
Jay’s hands were unsteady as he took the three photographs from the envelope.
He studied them for some moments, then laid them on the table.
He had been expecting something much worse than this. Looking at the photographs, he thought they didn’t appear to be anything like as dangerous as he had feared.
Of course the clock told the story, but that wasn’t proof that he had murdered the girl. It was unfortunate that he had had the interview with the Inspector before he had seen these pictures. He would have told the Inspector a different story had he known there was a photograph showing the arrival of the girl at his father’s suite. Now, he was saddled with a lie and if the Inspector obtained further evidence against him, the lie might prove fatal.
On the other hand, he could still withdraw his statement about not seeing the girl after she had left the beach. He could tell the Inspector the same story that he had told Sophia — that the girl invited herself to the suite, that he had been weak enough to agree and then, at the psychological moment, Sophia had walked in. When she had gone, he had got rid of the girl and that was the last he had seen of her. He would hint that Kerr, hanging about outside, in a drunken frenzy, had dragged the girl into an empty room and had strangled her. But before his story made sense, he would have to strengthen the evidence against Kerr.
Turning, Sophia said, “Well?”
“These aren’t so alarming, are they?” Jay said. “Of course the clock establishes that you and the girl and I were together in the suite around the time she was killed. But I should have thought it made things a little safer. No one would imagine that you would assist in a murder, surely?”
Sophia made an impatient movement with her hands.
“That’s interesting,” she said and moved over to a chair and sat down. “I think I would like a drink, Jay. Would you make me a very large martini?”
As Jay crossed over to the cocktail cabinet, he asked, “Who is this woman?”
Sophia rested her head against the chair back and closed her eyes.
The shabby, sordid little hotel made a vivid picture in her mind. It was the kind of hotel she used to take men to when she had been walking the streets in Rome.
Her suspicions had been confirmed when she entered the tiny, evil-smelling lobby and saw the enormously fat woman with rust-coloured hair sitting behind the reception desk: a woman Sophia recognized as a brothel-keeper.
“Madame Delaney?” the woman had said and her thick, glistening red lips had parted to show white teeth. Her eyes had moved over Sophia’s face, probing and curious and her smile had widened. “I thought it would be more convenient for you to come here than for me to come to the Plaza. What a magnificent hotel! How fortunate you are to be able to stay there!” Her great fat evil face seemed to hover before Sophia’s eyes. “You like it there, chйrie?”
“You have something to show me?” Sophia said, her voice flat and cold.
“Yes, I have something to show you.” Madame Brossette got to her feet and she walked with heavy, creaking steps to a door which she opened. “Come with me. In here, we won’t be disturbed.”
Sophia followed her into a small, dingy office. She could smell the rancid smell of stale perspiration on the woman now she was close and she could even feel the heat that came from her great body. Sophia had reacted to this situation as very few women would have done. Her experience in the past stood her now in good stead. She had dealt with women like Madame Brossette in her past and she wasn’t sickened, as most women would have been.