“I don’t know,” Tibbs answered truthfully.
“Was he a-patron there?”
“No, he wasn’t. I’m sure of that.”
‘I don’t know what kind of people could run a place like that,” she said, a little bitterly. “There must be something basically wrong with them.”
“Without holding any brief for their line of business,” Virgil answered her, “I’d say they’re considerably better than average people. I’m prejudiced, I admit, because they ignored my color.”
She was startled to hear him speak of it so factually.
“Do you want to know something else?” Tibbs asked.
“Please.”
“When they discovered your uncle, they immediately did everything possible to revive him. That included mouth-to-mouth respiration, which isn’t pleasant for anyone-under the circumstances. If there had been a spark of life left, I think they would have brought him around. They certainly tried.”
“I didn’t know that,” Ellen said.
“They have a son, George, who has had life-guard training. He pulled your uncle out of the pool and did exactly the right things until the rescue units and the doctor got there. He was sure there was no hope, but they kept at it until the doctor made it definite.”
“I’ll write and thank them,” she said.
Tibbs pulled up at the curb beside an attractive-looking drive-in. “How about some coffee or something? This hasn’t been pleasant for you. Let me go and get you something.”
She realized he was trying to distract her, to make things easier. And that he had chosen this place so he wouldn’t compel her to accept his company in public. “Can’t we go inside?” she suggested.
She was proud of herself for her decision-still proud as she drank the milk shake she had chosen and he had bought for her. She saw the bold stares of a pair of long-haired teenagers in the next booth and returned them calmly.
“Hey, Joe, you know what’s got three eyes, four legs, and is black and white?” The voice from the next booth was deliberately loud and Ellen knew it was.
“O.K., what is?” insolently.
“Mr. and Mrs. Sammy Davis, Jr.”
She looked at Tibbs. He shrugged his shoulders, then excused himself to go to the phone. She waited for him, her chin in the air.
As soon as Tibbs returned. they went outside and she paused for a moment on the sidewalk. She took a deep breath. “May I impose on you a great deal?” she asked. “Much more than I have already?”
“Of course, Miss Boardman. What would you like?”
“How far is it to the nudist colony?”
He answered by opening the car door and helping her inside. They had gone several blocks before she could think of anything further she wanted to say. “Have you any clues at all as to whom … who might be guilty of my uncle’s death?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid I can’t discuss it with you,” Virgil replied. “You can understand why.”
She bit her lip and said, “Yes, I guess so. This is really a terrible imposition on you, taking me to see these people.”
“Not at all. It’s more or less on the way.”
“Perhaps we ought to stop somewhere and tell them we’re coming.” A sudden violent thought hit her. “I won’t have to-” She was unable to say the words. The idea of taking all her clothes off, probably in front of strange men, was paralyzing. “I couldn’t!” she added, knowing he would understand.
“They won’t expect it of you,” Tibbs assured her. “Otherwise I wouldn’t put myself in the position of taking you. They are really nice people; I believe you’ll like them.”
“I do already for having tried the way they did to save Uncle Albert’s life, even though they couldn’t. But shouldn’t we let them know we’re coming?”
“I’ve already done that, from the restaurant.”
“Oh.” She remembered that he had gone to the phone, but that was before she had asked him to take her to see these people. She decided that he really was a detective and that she’d better be a little more guarded when she was in his presence. She rode on quietly until she felt the car slowing and saw the sign for Sun Valley Lodge that had been reproduced in the newspapers.
Virgil drove in past the intentional turns in the entrance road and pulled up on the parking lot. Remembering his own experience with Linda the last time he had seen her, he turned toward Ellen. “You understand that the people here will probably not be dressed.” That was an understatement; on such a fine day it was practically a certainty.
“I’m prepared,” Ellen answered. He looked carefully at her face and decided that she would take it in her stride.
He was watching Ellen so intently that he did not hear Linda as she approached across the grass; he was first aware of her when she spoke a warm “Hello, Virgil” practically in his ear. He turned quickly and for the first time in his life was shocked to discover that he was looking at a fully clothed young woman.
Linda had on a smart yellow frock that set off her good looks to perfection. Her hair was neatly arranged and she had used a small amount of lipstick with rewarding effect. Only her sandaled feet were a concession to informality.
He recovered himself and introduced Ellen. “I know,” Linda said simply. “Please come in, we’re expecting you. Virgil phoned.”
As Ellen got out of the car, she reflected that the only shock so far was hearing her quietly dignified escort called by his first name. On the way to the main house, Forrest Nunn met them in a sport shirt and slacks. In honor of the occasion George had elected to wear a white shirt and a tie so that he looked the part of the rising young man to perfection.
Tibbs watched with interest as the Nunns made Ellen welcome, extended her their sympathy, and within five minutes had her sitting, relaxed and contented, with a tall glass of iced tea and a piece of homemade cake before her. Soon Ellen was telling them about her uncle, the strain had left her face, and she seemed to accept the fact that she was among friends. After about half an hour, George drew Tibbs aside.
“Virgil, what happens when you and Miss Boardman leave here?” he asked.
Allowing himself a moment of quiet amusement but keeping a straight face, Virgil replied, “I’m going to take Miss Boardman home. Then it’s back to Pasadena and whatever is waiting for me there.”
“That’s a lot of driving,” George suggested.
“I’m used to it.”
George said thoughtfully, “Ellen, on short acquaintance, seems like an exceptionally nice girl.”
Virgil nodded slowly. “I agree.”
“Are you interested-personally?”
Tibbs appreciated that. He said, “No, definitely not. For several reasons, one of them being that she is concerned in a case that I am investigating.”
Each man fully understood the other. And each knew that a thread of friendship had been spun between them.
“Then how would it be with you if I offered to take Ellen home? Assuming that it’s all right with her, of course.”
“Why don’t you ask her?” It was a considered decision; technically Ellen Boardman was his responsibility, and George was not yet cleared of possible connection with the crime, even though he had raised the alarm and used first-aid techniques. He was an able-bodied male known to have been on the scene. However, the risk involved in an assault on Ellen Boardman under the circumstances would have been suicidal, and Tibbs, fully aware of this, allowed George to go ahead.
A few minutes later George asked her, and Ellen showed her own intelligence by glancing quickly at Tibbs for a cue.
Virgil said, “If it’s agreeable with you, Miss Boardman, go ahead. It will give me a chance to get back to my office and attend to some rather pressing matters. But if you’d like to continue our discussion, then I’d be very happy to run you on up.”
“You have been extremely kind to me,” she said. “By all means, go ahead. And thank you very much-for everything.”