“Yet, Doctor,” said Shayne quietly, “just man to man… between the two of us here in this room, won’t you admit there are cases in which an abortion would be justified? Where it’s the only answer that will avoid the wreckage of a human life… or two or three lives?”
“If you mean physical reasons of health, there are legal provisions which apply.”
“I don’t mean physical reasons, Doctor. I mean psychological reasons.” Shayne paused and reached out for the cognac bottle and refilled his glass.
Dr. Ambrose said querulously, “I don’t see how this discussion is at all apropos.” He looked at his wristwatch with a worried frown. “I haven’t all evening…”
“You will see how it’s apropos, Doctor,” Shayne told him soothingly. He took a sip of cognac and marshalled his thoughts. “Let’s discuss a hypothetical case. Say there’s a married woman. A really nice, decent sort. In love with a good husband who is in love with her. Suppose he’s away for six months on business… abroad, perhaps. So she goes to a perfectly innocent cocktail party and has just one drink too many.”
“Whatever happens would be her own fault,” said the doctor snappishly. “A woman who drinks too much…”
“Hold it!” Shayne said harshly. “You’re not a drinking man yourself. You don’t know how easy it is to take one too many drinks inadvertently. I do. But to hell with that,” he went on. “We’re not placing blame. We’re discussing consequences. So this basically nice, decent woman wakes up in the wrong bed the next morning. She’s disgusted with herself, and remorseful. But she’s also pregnant, as she discovers to her horror a few weeks later. So… there it is. Her husband will be coming home in a few months. Their marriage will be wrecked. Her life will be ruined. And her husband will not come out of it without scars on his soul if he really loved her. And what about the child? There’s my hypothetical case, Doctor. Faced with one of your patients in that situation, what would you do?”
Dr. Ambrose sighed and moved uncomfortably. “I would advise her,” he said stiffly, “that there are other doctors in a city the size of Miami who have less scruples than I, and suggest that she seek one of them out.”
“You’d wash your hands of the whole affair,” said Shayne angrily. “You’d send the frightened, distraught woman off to some damned abortionist and continue feeling very ethical about the whole thing even if she died getting rid of the baby?”
“That wouldn’t necessarily happen. There are many competent men in the medical profession who…”
“Who care more about human values than their damned code of ethics,” Shayne broke in. He lifted his glass and took a long drink of straight liquor, his bleak gaze pinning the squirming doctor into his chair.
“Yet you have the guts to come here and proposition me. I’m licensed by the State of Florida also, Doctor. Private detectives have their own code of ethics. It’s not only illegal, but in my book it’s also immoral and unethical to pay money to a blackmailer.”
“What am I going to do?” asked the doctor miserably, turning his eyes away from Shayne’s belligerent glare.
Shayne said: “There are other private detectives in a city the size of Miami who have less scruples than I. I suggest you seek one of them out.”
“But they haven’t your reputation for integrity. How do I know they are to be trusted?”
“Ah,” said Shayne remorselessly. “That’s just the point, isn’t it? How do you think I got my reputation? The same way you got that reputation of yours you’re so jealous of, Doctor. By washing my hands of cases like yours.”
The telephone rang beside him. He picked it up without thinking, and growled, “Shayne.”
“Have you seen Doctor Ambrose, Mike? Is he there?”
“He’s here,” grunted Shayne. “Look, Tim. Why the hell did you send him to me? You know how I feel about blackmail pay-offs.”
“I know, Mike. That’s why I called. Look. I’m not asking you to do it for him. It’s a favor to me.” Timothy Rourke’s voice was honestly pleading. “You don’t have to make the pay-off. You don’t have to do a damned thing except bodyguard him until he delivers the money and gets the stuff in return. You know how ticklish these things are. For God’s sake, and for mine, Mike, get off your high-horse. A good little guy gets in a spot. How’ll you feel if you send him off alone and they grab his twenty grand without making an even exchange… and maybe gun him down at the same time? He’s not equipped to handle a thing like that. You can see that for yourself.”
Shayne said through set teeth: “I’d feel just about the same way as he’d feel about our hypothetical pregnant lady.”
“What in hell are you talking about?”
Shayne grated, “Nuts,” and slammed the phone down. Dr. Ambrose had gotten up from his chair and stood hesitantly beside it. “I’m sorry I wasted your time, Mr. Shayne.” He spoke hopelessly, but again with an odd sort of dignity. “I… may as well be going.”
Shayne said gruffly, “Sit down, Doc.”
The doctor looked at him searchingly while Shayne settled back and ran big-knuckled fingers through his rumpled, red hair. Then he sat down again.
Shayne said: “Drink some more of your sherry and tell me what you’ve got set up. That was Tim Rourke on the phone,” he added abruptly, “reminding me that I’m not God.”
The doctor studied his gaunt face for a moment, and realized that Shayne’s eyes were no longer bleak. He asked quietly, “Then you’ve decided to help me?”
Shayne said: “Let’s see exactly what the situation is. You wrote to this guy at his post office box last month telling him you had to get off the hook, and offering twenty grand to settle the thing. What happened?”
“I received a telephone call about a week later. A man’s voice. Cultivated and… well, educated. He acceded to my offer. I told him I would need two or three weeks in which to raise the money. He agreed without protest, and said he would call me again today.”
Dr. Ambrose paused and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. He was staring across the room, speaking in a low, impersonal sort of tone. “This afternoon, the same man called me at my office. I told him the money was ready and that I would like to complete the transaction tonight. He agreed, and suggested that I meet him on a deserted stretch of the Beach to make the, ah… payoff. I demurred, Mr. Shayne.” The doctor turned to shoot him a troubled look.
“I am not au fait with such matters, but I realized I would be terribly vulnerable with twenty thousand dollars in cash in my possession. What was there to prevent him from passing me an envelope with folded newspapers inside, or… worse still, simply shooting me and taking the money?
“So, I made a counter proposition: that we should meet in Miami at some public place with other people present. I felt I would be better protected that way. And, having already thought of you, and hoping that I might be able to get your help through Mr. Rourke, I warned him that I would be guarded during the meeting by a gunman.
“He acquiesced, seeming very sure of himself. I suggested the Seacliff Restaurant. That’s on Northeast Third Street. A rather large, brightly lighted place.”
Shayne said, “I know it. I’ve eaten there.” He nodded. “A good choice, Doctor.”
Dr. Ambrose appeared gratified by this small bit of approbation. “We left it that way. I have a telephone number which I am to call at precisely nine o’clock, settling the final details.” He looked down at his watch. “In exactly four minutes. I would like to tell him that you are going to be with me, Mr. Shayne. So that he will know exactly where he stands. If he protests your presence, I will feel that he isn’t really… as you would say it, I think, on the level.”
Shayne nodded, grim-faced. “How difficult will it be for you to determine that the documents he gives to you are worth your twenty grand?”
“Not difficult at all, Mr. Shayne. I envision us exchanging envelopes under your supervision. I will expect him to open mine and verify the amount contained inside it. At the same time, it will require only a minute for me to satisfy myself that all is in order. As soon as we are both satisfied, we will so signify, and go our separate ways. That is all I ask of you, Mr. Shayne.” The doctor’s manner was earnest and appealing.