He said, “I’m not your brother, Jean, but we’re going in the hotel the back way and up to my room. And if anybody sees us going up or sees you there, you’re to tell them you are my sister. Do you understand?”
She said very simply, “Yes. I’m so tired of not understanding. If you only knew how terrifying it is.”
He said gruffly, “We’ll talk inside,” and took her arm and led her toward the rear door.
There was a narrow hall leading directly to the lobby in front, but just before they reached it they came to a stairway leading up.
Shayne told her, “This will be better than the elevator,” and they climbed the stairs silently to the fourth floor. They reached his suite without encountering anyone, and he unlocked the door and stood back to let her enter. She walked ahead of him docilely and seated herself on the extreme edge of a chair with her hands folded in her lap, looking around the room with grave interest as though she had never seen a hotel sitting room before.
Shayne took a DO NOT DISTURB sign off the inside knob and hung it on the outside. He double-locked the door, flung his hat across the room and stood looking at her while he rumpled his red hair fiercely.
She sat and looked at him submissively.
He crossed to the open cognac bottle and turned to her with it in one hand and a glass in the other. “Would you like a drink before we begin?”
“I… don’t think so. You see, I don’t think I drink. It tasted awful when they gave me some whisky a couple of days ago.”
Shayne bit his underlip in perplexity and turned away from her to pour an inch in the bottom of the glass. The ice cubes were melted in the pitcher, but he diluted the liquor with an equal portion of cool water.
He sat down and regarded her soberly and said, “Let’s start with last night. You remember that all right, do you?”
“Oh, yes.” She seemed eager to answer. “I remember everything perfectly well after that one night. They said at the hospital I had a concussion and it caused amnesia.”
“Last night,” Shayne reminded her, “you walked into a barroom and came to my booth and spoke to me. Then all hell broke loose and I got slugged by three of your friends. Why?”
She shuddered. “Not my friends. That awful Gene and Bill. And the other one I’d never seen before we picked him up in the car last night. Mule, they called him.” Her face contorted and tears slid down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I thought they’d killed you when I ran out. I didn’t know what to do. I… I… what did they do?”
“They tried to kill me. Why?”
“Because they thought… because I… because I stopped at your booth instead of going on to the right one beyond you. I couldn’t do it to him,” she tearfully pleaded with Shayne. “Don’t you see I couldn’t? He’d been so kind to me that night. And he looked so little and defenceless sitting there. And you were so big and… and, well, tough-looking. It just came over me all at once when I saw you both. I hadn’t planned it that way. But I knew they planned to do something terrible to him as soon as I told them which one he was, so I just couldn’t do it to him. You do see why I couldn’t, don’t you?” She was leaning far forward with glistening eyes that begged him to understand and forgive. In a moment Shayne thought she’d be on her knees before him.
He said, “I don’t see… yet. Sit back and relax and let me get one thing clear if I can. They brought you there to identify someone for them? And he was sitting in the booth behind me. But you didn’t want to put the finger on him, and so you picked me instead. Someone you’d never seen before. Is that the picture?”
“Yes,” she said gladly. “I know it was a terrible thing to do, but like I said, you looked, well…”
“A little better able to take care of myself with Gene and his pals than he did,” Shayne ended for her with a wry grin, recalling the meek little man he’d noticed sitting alone in the rear booth when he first entered the bar. “All right. So I did manage to take care of myself… no thanks to you. Who was the man you were supposed to finger for them?”
“I don’t know his name. He picked me up on the road and dropped me in front of the hospital that night.”
Shayne considered this a moment, tugging at his earlobe. “What did Gene have against him? Strong enough to cause him to try and kill me after you pointed me out as the man?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know.” Jean Henderson shuddered and her blue eyes pleaded with Shayne to believe her. “I knew they might do something awful. I just felt it. From the beginning when they started in on me and kept after me to describe him. I kept telling them I didn’t know anything about him. And I don’t really. I just had one good look at his face when he stopped to let me out at the hospital. When they first asked me, I made the mistake of admitting I had seen his face. But I didn’t describe it to them. I kept saying he was just sort of ordinary. But that’s why they took me to the bar last night. Because I had seen his face once. Please tell me what it’s all about,” she begged. “Why did they keep me locked up in a room? What happened to my… to the man who said he was my father and took me away from the hospital?”
“Let’s finish up last night first. What happened to you?”
“I got away from them. I saw my chance when you started fighting and Bill came running in to help Gene and the other one. He had stayed outside, you see. To keep me from running away. I was supposed to point you out and then turn and go out to Bill again. He had a car waiting and was going to take me away while Gene and Mule ‘took care’… that’s what they called it… of you.”
“So you ran out?” Shayne prompted her. “What then?”
“I didn’t know where I was. Not even what town I was in. I didn’t have a penny. I just ran up the street to get away. And I came to a little hotel sign with stairs leading up off the street, and I ran up. There was a dirty lobby and a really nice old clerk. I made up a story about being on a date and having a fight with a man and running away. And I offered him my wristwatch if he’d give me a room for the night. So he did. And I signed the first name I thought of, Marion Smith from Miami. And went to bed.”
“And this morning you walked down the street and stopped at a restaurant where you saw a Help Wanted sign in the window, and applied for a job as waitress?” Shayne supplied for her.
“Yes, I… I didn’t know what to do. I was hungry and desperate. You don’t know what an awful, desolate feeling it is.” Tears ran down her cheeks and she struggled to hold back her sobs. “I’m not anybody. I don’t know where to go or what to do. And with those men after me…”
“Why didn’t you go to the police at once? That’s what they’re for.”
“I was afraid to. I don’t know just why, but from things Gene and Bill said, I think they’re in with the police in Brockton. They didn’t seem a bit worried about any of the things they did. And that awful fat Chief of Police! I couldn’t bear facing him again.”
“When did you meet Ollie Hanger?”
“At the hospital. When Mr. Buttrell came to take me away. He was there with Doctor Philbrick. I was scared even then and felt there was something wrong. I just didn’t think he was my father. But he insisted that he was, and I was so dazed and frightened, and so happy to have somebody recognize me that I didn’t protest. But later, after Gene and Bill had me locked up, I thought about it a lot and it seemed to me Chief Hanger was awfully anxious to have me go with Mr. Buttrell. I don’t know. They didn’t say anything out loud, but I had the impression they knew each other and were sort of in it together. That’s why I was afraid to go to the police.”
“You were probably smart,” Shayne told her somberly. “Before we go back any farther, tell me what happened after Mr. Buttrell took you away from the hospital?”
“He was awfully kind. And fatherly, I guess, in an oily sort of way. He had a car waiting, a blue Buick sedan, and said we’d drive straight back to Miami to have my doctor examine me. And we drove out of Brockton and stopped at a drive-in place where he got a bottle of beer and a chocolate malted for me. I thought it tasted funny and sort of bitter, but I wanted it and drank it down. I began to feel dizzy and sleepy before we even drove away… and that’s all I remember. Until I waked up in that locked room all by myself, and I haven’t been out of it since, until last night.”