Click.
Well, there it was. Mike Drayton was dead, Edgar Caldwell was framed and not long for this world, and Ellen Post was next on the list. Everybody I touched was marked for doom. Because I was a puppet named Judson Roberts, and the Professor pulled the strings.
Only he was going away. I’d have four or five days to work. Four or five days to straighten things out, pull out forever, with Ellen. It was my only chance. I’d have to make my plans and execute them quickly.
I switched off the light. I could think better in the dark. Picking up a cigarette en route, I walked over to the window and stared down at the street. There was a beat-up old Ford parked before my door. It was empty. But lounging in the shadows, staring up at me, watching and waiting patiently, was Jake.
That’s how the nightmare began...
Sixteen
Maybe he went away before dawn. Maybe he slept in the car. All I know is that when I went downstairs the next morning, he was standing there.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hello. What are you doing around here?”
“Oh, I’m just gonna stick around for a while, if you don’t mind. You know, the Professor’s going away and he sort of hinted you might need a little protection. In case this gay Caldwell hollers copper or somethin’. If it’s all right with you.” He grinned.
I grinned back. “Sure, Jake. But you needn’t bother.”
“No bother. I’ll come along to the office with you now.”
“I’ll be there all day. I can call you when I decide to go anywhere.”
“Thanks. But I’ll come along. I like hanging around your office. That May, she’s a dish all right.”
“Suit yourself.”
He rode with me to the office and I got inside my private room and closed the door. I picked up my personal phone and dialed Ellen at the beach house. I had to watch what I said in case the Professor had thoughtfully tapped the wire for May to record my conversation.
“Darling, when can I see you? About two be all right? No, I’ll come on out. Like to talk to you. No, I’m not upset. Everything’s fine. Goodbye until then.”
No, I wasn’t upset. Merely petrified. But I had to figure something out, and I had to move fast.
Jake had a time keeping up with me in his battered Ford, but he managed.
“Why you going to drag me off to Malibu?” he grumbled.
“I’m going to see a woman. And you’re going to sit out in the hot sun and sweat. Professor’s idea, remember?”
He called me a name and I gave him a sweet smile. Then we were off.
The same sun shone over the beach today, shimmering in Ellen’s hair. Jake stayed up on the roadway. But even if he’d seen us, it wouldn’t have stopped me from taking her in my arms.
“My! You did want to see me, didn’t you?”
“Let’s go inside,” I suggested.
“Good idea.”
“No—I must talk to you.”
“You disappoint me greatly, sir,” she said.
“Listen, Ellen, this is serious.”
“All right. What’s the matter, Eddie?”
Funny how the little things count. Even then, I wasn’t sure I’d have the nerve to go through with what I planned. But she called me “Eddie.” That was enough. That did it.
I told her everything, then. I told her the Professor had plans to blackmail her uncle through her. I told her that I was to be a part of the scheme. I told her what I suspected.
She shook her head. “But that’s utterly insane! People don’t go around doing such things. Imagine him thinking that you would go for such a scheme!”
“I did go for it, Ellen. I’m taking you out tonight and getting you drunk.”
“You’re what?”
“It’s the only way. I think I’ve figured an angle. If we go to some place like The Gin Mill—”
I explained my angle to her in detail. She nodded.
“This is our only chance, Ellen,” I told her. “I’ve tried to figure it all out. The Professor is gone, but Jake is tailing me. I’ve got to shake him sometime during the next few days, without his realizing that I’m shaking him.
“Then I can get hold of whatever cash is available and disappear with you. We’ll go down to Mexico together, and further south if necessary. We’ll run away for good.”
Ellen pulled away from me. “For good?” she said, softly.
“I don’t understand. Can it be that you don’t want to go away with me?”
“You know I do, Eddie. But we can’t run. You’ll never be safe or sure.”
She was right. She didn’t even know about Drayton’s death, but she was right. I sensed that.
“No, there’s another way. A better way. You told me about this man, Caldwell, and those pictures.”
“Yes.”
“The Professor and his friend Rogers will be gone. Jake is trailing you. Where do you think those pictures would be?”
“At the Professor’s office—no, wait a minute, that would be too risky. Probably at his house.”
“And where does he live?”
“Way off someplace. Vista Canyon. I’ve never been there. Come to think about it, he’s pretty cagey where his private life is concerned.”
“Eddie, I’ll bet those pictures are at his house. And while he’s gone, if you can get away from Jake, you can go out there and find them.
“Then you’ll have a real weapon! Turn those photos over to Caldwell. You’ll save him, and you’ll also save yourself. Because once Caldwell has the pictures, he can threaten to expose the Professor if he makes trouble for you over leaving. Don’t you see? You can turn the tables and blackmail the Professor!”
She would have said more, but I was kissing her.
“Darling,” I said, “you’re on the first team. Now, go change your clothes. You’ve got an important date to go out and get stinking drunk.”
The Gin Mill was one of those fake “atmosphere” joints—with singing waiters complete with false mustaches, steins of beer, a “free lunch” which you paid for, and sawdust on the floors. There were also cuspidors alongside the booths.
That’s what I needed—the cuspidors. Jake shambled over to the bar and roosted there for three hours, while Ellen and I kept the waiter rushing to our booth with refills on scotch.
We drank a lot. At least, Jake thought we did. He’d glance in the mirror out of the corner of one bloodshot eye and catch a glimpse of us raising glasses. But he never noticed us as we emptied the shots into the cuspidor.
As the evening progressed our voices rose, and we began to muss each other up. That part was fun—and there was no need to fake. Around eleven I suggested a little singing. Ellen had a nice voice, but when she cut loose on some old favorites it was murder. Even I couldn’t stand it.
“Stop, you’re overdoing the act,” I whispered. But she kept right on singing. She was singing as I dragged her out of there. We staggered over to the car. Jake lumbered along behind at a discreet distance.
I drove Ellen up Wilshire to the apartment hotel where she stayed when she planned to be in town. It was her uncle’s place, but right now the legislature was in session and she had it all to herself.
“You coming in?” she asked.
“I wish I could,” I said. “But I’ve got work to do.” I watched Jake’s Ford in the rear-view mirror, but Ellen pulled my head around.
“Don’t try anything foolish, darling. That big gorilla could tear you to pieces.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to bother Jake at all. He’ll see me home, watch me stagger up the steps and call it a day.”
My prediction proved correct. I dropped Ellen, helped her lurch into the lobby, returned to my car and wove my way home to New Hampshire. Jake pulled up behind me.
“How’m I doin’, huh?” I yelled. “Some number, isn’t she? Some number, isn’t she? Some—”