“Ah,” said Rollison. “I see.”
“You bet your life,” said the Texan, gustily. “I had a quarrel with this guy, and then I came here and found him. Now my finger-prints are all over the place, and the guy has only been dead for a matter of minutes. I just had time to kill him. I could imagine a case for saying that I had a motive, because we both wanted to buy that farm.” He smiled again, very wryly. “How well do you know the cops around here?”
“Well enough to know they like to catch murderers.”
“I wasn’t being funny,” the Texan said. “Do I have to run, or would it be better to tell them what happened? Either way I’ll be in trouble, and I’d like to know which is the lighter load of it.”
“Give me five minutes to make up my mind.” Rollison looked round. “Any sign of Alan Selby ?”
“Sure. His handkerchief, some of the cigarettes he smokes, and a box of matches which Gillian says he collected from the larder yesterday morning.”
“Is she positive?”
“She ought to know.”
“Yes,” conceded Rollison, and stared at the dead man. “In this room ?”
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
“In my pocket.”
“You really want to make trouble for yourself, don’t you?”
The Texan was smiling more naturally now, and for a moment laughter ghnted in his eyes.
“You could put it another way: I don’t want to make trouble for Gillian.”
“Do you know her that well ?”
“So well,” drawled the Texan, “that I think I want to marry her. But I don’t see that it figures right now. Her brother was here. Maybe he got involved in a fight, but I don’t think so. I think he was held captive here, and that his captors killed this guy, and left the articles for the cops to find. That way, it would look as if Selby was the killer. That way, they would have a tighter hold on him and on Gillian, to make them sell the farm. Of course, I could be wrong.”
“But it doesn’t often happen,” murmured Rollison.
This time, the Texan laughed aloud.
“You bet it doesn’t!”
Rollison said : “As far as we know, Alan Selby was a prisoner. If he was a prisoner, he probably couldn’t have killed Lodwin. The police will be much more interested in you.”
“You always take that long to reach an opinion?” Now the smile was only lurking in the Texan’s eyes.
“Always,” said Rollison, solemnly. “I’ve reached another.”
“Let me tell you what it is : the police will be after me as soon as they know I’ve been here, and a tall American with an M.G. car and red hair won’t be very hard to trace. I’ve about one chance in ten million to stay free long enough to find out what’s going on around here.”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On who helps you. I might. You could stay in hiding at my flat in London, and I could work to find out the real killer.”
“How do I earn your help?” The Texan seemed serious, even anxious. But that might be pretence; he was smart and he was clever.
“As one professional to another, just a little bartered information,” said Rollison.
“Professional what?”
“Private eye, private richard, shamus or what-have-you ?” murmured Rollison, and didn’t even let his eyes flicker.
But the Texan grinned.
“I guess you’re better when you get warmed up. I didn’t know you were professional.”
“Usually I like to be paid for my trouble. This time is an exception.”
“You want to know why I want to buy Selby Farm ?”
“We could work well together,” approved Rollison.
“But I guess we’re not going to,” the Texan responded, “because you aren’t going to be satisfied with my reasons, Mr. Rollison. I work for a man in New York. He hired me last week to come over here and buy Selby Farm. He knew there might be competition, or he wouldn’t have hired me. He didn’t tell me more than that. I was paid five thousand dollars in advance, and all my expenses, including first class on the United States one way and the Queen Elizabeth the other, so I didn’t argue. Sure, I expected trouble, and I’ve got it.”
“His name?” asked Rollison.
Slowly, the Texan shook his head.
“I just can’t tell you his name, because that was a condition of the contract. You wouldn’t want me to break a contract, even a verbal one, would you? I can ask his permission to give you his name, but I don’t know that he will agree. So I can’t pay a fortune in the way of fees for your help. I hate to see any of that five grand disappear, but I’d rather not be held on a murder rap.”
He could be telling the truth.
He could be telling a taller story than any that had ever come out of Texas.
Before Rollison spoke, while they stood there within hand’s reach of the murdered man, and with tension between them, there was an exclamation from Gillian, and suddenly she came hurrying. When she reached the doorway, she looked as scared as if she had seen another corpse.
“A police car has just stopped outside,” she said.
8
TOFF ALONE
If she had known the American all her life and been passionately in love with him, she couldn’t be more terrified for him than she did now. And for the first time Tex Brandt was uneasy; it would not be true to say that his confidence was shattered, but he lost a little of it, and his look at Rollison was almost appealing.
“Back home, I’d know how to handle this situation, he declared “How would you handle it here, Mr. Rollison?
“I believe the expression is ‘take a powder’,” Rollison said
“Don’t stand there talking!” Gillian almost shouted, for car doors were slamming outside, and even m this room they could hear the hurrying footsteps of several men. The Texan’s eyes lit up.
“Do I go on my own?”
“Yes I’ll look after Gillian.” As if by sleight of hand, Rollison took a card from his pocket, and slipped it into the lean browned hand. “That’s my London address. Go straight there and when you see my man, tell him 1 asked you to wait. FU try to telephone to warn him.”
“Mr Rollison, one day I’ll find a way of paying you back” the American said fervently. He took Gillian’s arm and squeezed, and then turned and turned out of the room.
“But he’ll run straight into the arms of the police,” Gillian said, hopelessly.
The police were now inside the house, walking and talking noisily. , , .
“If he does, he’s no shamus, and it won’t matter what happens to him,” Rollison said. “Now you’ve got to be more feminine than you’ve ever been, Gillian. We came here because Charlie told us where to come. We shall tell the police everything, except that we leave Tex out of the reckoning—I tackled Charlie, I tied him up, I frightened him into talking. Be slightly hysterical. You are terrified because of Alan, you can’t think where he is, you must find him. Swoon a bit, if needs be. And don’t take any notice of what I say.”
Men were running up the stairs.
“Yes,” Gillian said. “I mean, no.”
“Good girl! Now walk out. You’re pale enough to have seen a ghost. When they start to ask you questions, just look blank. Don’t talk until you have to.”
Men were on the landing.
“All right,” said Gillian, and she could not have been more pale, but she hurried out. Rollison stood looking out of the window of this back room, and was not surprised to see the Texan climbing over a wall a couple of hundred yards away; the sun was bright on his hair.
The police saw Gillian, barked questions, and were soon taken aback. Then two of them came hurrying, and Rollison met them in the doorway. He did not look pale, but was very thoughtful. They started to speak, and then saw the body on the bed. One of the men, stocky and very broad, moved swiftly to it, then pulled up short. The other stood in the doorway, as if he thought that Rollison might want to escape.