The question took Marsha completely off base. She looked at him with round frightened eyes. “How do you know about the dogs?”
Shayne said, “I’m a detective. One who detects. What about the poison?”
“I don’t think the children did it, Mr. Shayne. Whoever told you they did, is…” She paused, searching for a word.
Shayne asked, gently, “Didn’t they admit it?”
“They boasted of it.” Her nice lips curved in a curious, contemplative smile. “They are queer ones, those twins. So old in some ways, and yet…” She paused, shaking her head earnestly. “Sometimes I think I will never understand them. Their rearing in a foreign country with no mother. Only nurses and native maids for companionship. And a father who is…” She paused again, compressing her lips.
“What sort of man is Julio Peralta?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Shayne. A curious mixture of soft idealism and harsh parental authority. It is all mixed up somehow with the political situation in Cuba. I don’t understand that. People coming and going at night, and secret conferences.”
“What’s that got to do with the poisoning of two dogs?”
“Nothing, probably. Yet, perhaps everything. They were Laura’s dogs,” she explained. “He hated them. I think she insisted on keeping them because he did hate them. I think the twins made up their story of poisoning them just to infuriate her more… and perhaps to please their father.”
“What sort of story did they tell?”
“That they got the cyanide from the house next door… where they are forbidden to go. It is closed for the season with only a caretaker. And yet I see lights sometimes late at night, and boats docking there from the Inland Waterway. This is a forbidden subject at the Peralta house. I think it has some connection with his political activities. He was furiously angry once when he learned that Felice had been seeing the caretaker at night. He would have discharged her, but Laura would not allow it.”
“Felice is the maid who was fired after the bracelet was stolen? I want her address from you, by the way. Mr. Peralta said you would have it.”
“Yes. It is here in my bag.” She started to open her handbag, but Shayne intervened. “What sort of investigation was made into the poisoning of the dogs?”
“None. Laura was furious and wanted to call the police, but Mr. Peralta refused. Perhaps he believed the twins did do it, and kept it quiet on that account.”
“But you don’t?” persisted Shayne.
Marsha sighed wearily and twisted her hands together on the table in front of her. “I told you I think I will never understand what goes on in those young minds. When it happened, I had the impression that their father encouraged them, at least, to make up their story of poisoning the dogs.”
“At least?” Shayne asked alertly.
She gave him a tired smile. “I know it’s all mixed up and confused. If Mr. Peralta learns I’ve discussed it with you, I’m sure he’ll fire me at once.” She looked at her watch. “I must be getting back to them.”
“One thing before you go.” Shayne put his hand on her arm. “This caretaker next door whom Felice used to see? You think he poisoned the dogs, don’t you?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Shayne. I think he may have even given the poison to the twins and told them how to do it. He is an evil man.”
Shayne settled back and got out a notebook. “Let’s not forget Felice’s address.”
“No.” She opened her bag. “It is in Miami.” She found a small address book and thumbed through it, and read out a street address in the Northeast section. “Felice Perrin,” she told him.
She hesitated while he wrote it down, then said impulsively, “I shouldn’t tell you this, but… I don’t think you’ll find her at home until much later tonight.”
“Why not?”
“I told you how she was friendly with the caretaker of the empty house next door. Brad his first name is. I don’t know the other.”
Shayne nodded. “And that Peralta disapproved strenuously of her seeing him.”
“He was terribly angry and forbade her ever to see the man again. My room is on the top floor, Mr. Shayne, overlooking the house next door. That is why I have noticed lights late at night and boats coming up to the dock. There is a high, stone wall around the entire estate, with iron gates in front that are kept padlocked. On the other side of the grounds is a smaller side entrance that is also kept locked, but is used by Brad when he goes in or out. Felice had a key to that entrance. She showed it to me one night.”
Marsha paused, dropping her eyes demurely from Shayne’s intent gaze. “Felice is not bad,” she said, as though trying to convince herself of the fact. “She is young and light-hearted, and sex to her is a natural instinct or function.”
Shayne nodded. “You mentioned that Freed had been her lover.”
“Hardly her lover, Mr. Shayne. That was before she met Brad. He was no more than a… convenience, I would say.”
Shayne brought her back to the immediate subject. “You say Felice had a key to the side entrance.”
“Yes. From my room, the high wall cuts off the view from the other side of the entrance, but through the trees I can see a small part of the walk in from the gate. At dusk tonight, just before real darkness, I heard a car drive up beyond the side gate and stop. I watched out my window idly, and in a few moments saw Brad hurry out the walk to the gate. It opened before he quite reached it, and a woman hurried in. She stumbled and he caught her in his arms and supported her up the path out of my sight. I could not see her face, but she was young and slender and I had a quick impression it was Felice. The car drove away almost at once. A taxi, perhaps. I did not see it.”
“So you think Felice has kept the key and continues to visit the caretaker at night?”
“There is one other small reason I think it was she. She had been drinking with Brad the night she showed me the key, and she boasted of the exciting time they had together. He is supposed to live in the servants’ quarters over the boathouse, but, for their lovemaking, he took her to the master bedroom in the big house and brought up champagne from the cellar. That bedroom is on the second-floor with windows on my side.”
“And?” Shayne pressed her when she stopped.
“Tonight, soon after the brief scene at the gate, lights came on in that room behind drawn shades. They remained on until I went downstairs to dinner. That is why I think Felice will be late reaching home tonight.”
Shayne looked at his watch and said easily, “I have another stop to make first anyway.”
“I know,” she said composedly, without amplifying what she knew. “No matter how late you call on Felice,” she went on with a twinkle in her eyes, “I am very sure she will be most welcoming.”
Shayne had risen and pulled the end of the table back so she could slip out more easily. He paused, looking down at her. “Just what do you mean by that crack?”
“It is not a crack,” she told him sweetly. “It is a fact of life. I think you will have rapport with Felice.” She stood up and tilted her head back to smile at him challengingly. “I like being your client, Michael Shayne,” she announced seriously and surprisingly.
“You’ll make that phone call tonight?”
“Yes. And now I will take a taxi back and you can hurry to the Green Jungle.”
Shayne was taken aback for a moment. “Where did you get that idea?”
“I saw Laura when she looked at you from the dining-table… and when she came back from talking with you.”
Shayne took Marsha’s arm and led her toward the door.
“The Green Jungle can wait. I’ll drive you back.”
He led her firmly to Tim Rourke’s coupe and helped her in.
SEVEN
Shayne pulled to the side of the road in front of the stone gateposts marking the entrance to the Peralta house. A hundred feet beyond, he could see the high stone wall separating the Peralta grounds from its neighbor, and the second story of the big house beyond the wall.