Conrad sat in a tub chair under a shady tree and watched the crowd as it played, lounged and gossiped around the swimming-pool. He kept an eye on the long drive that led to the hotel, watching for Forest’s car.
Around four-thirty, he spotted the car coming up the drive. He stood up and waved. The car slowed down and stopped. Forest got out, said something to his chauffeur, then came across the lawn towards Conrad. The car went on towards the hotel.
Forest wended his way through the sun-bathers until he reached Conrad’s isolated shade under the tree.
“Hello, there, Paul,” he said. “Seems you’ve picked yourself a good spot. Plenty of pretty girls and plenty to keep your eyes busy.”
“Too much,” Conrad said, pulling up another tub chair. “I had no idea this place got so crowded over the week-end. My boys are going crazy trying to keep a check on everyone.”
“Are they doing it?”
“Out here it’s hopeless, but no one enters the hotel without being scrutinized.”
Forest sat down.
“How’s it going?”
Conrad pulled a face.
“She’s safe enough, but she’s getting depressed. I’m afraid Weiner sowed a lot of seeds of doubt in her mind. Now she has had time to get over the shock of his death, she’s regretting having talked. We may have trouble with her later. She may even try to back out giving evidence.”
“Have you got her statement signed yet?”
Conrad shook his head.
“No. She won’t sign it. She thinks so long as she doesn’t sign the statement Maurer won’t go for her. It’s cockeyed reasoning, of course. Maurer is far more likely to try to get at her before she signs the statement than after she’s signed it. I’ve told her that until I’m blue in the face, but I guess she isn’t in a reasonable mood. The fact is she’s getting scared. She talks about waiting to the. I wish you would see her and see if you can put some sense into her. I can’t.”
Forest looked at Conrad quickly, then he leaned forward and tapped Conrad on his knee.
“Does this girl mean anything to you, Paul?”
“That’s pretty cute of you, sir,” Conrad said with a wry smile. “Well, you may as well know. She does mean a hell of a lot to me. I’ve asked her to marry me. I’m crazy about her.”
Forest nodded, took off his hat and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.
“Is she as crazy about you?”
Conrad shook his head.
“I guess not. She’s not in the mood to think of me. She insists she has no future.”
Forest stared across the lawn at a tall, slim girl in a white swim-suit who was lying on her back, her eyes closed.
“There are plenty of pretty girls to choose from, Paul. I wouldn’t like you to make a mess of your life. Miss Coleman’s not exactly a happy choice.”
“You mean because of her father?”
“Yes; because of her father. I have a high opinion of you, Paul. One of these days you’ll be a D.A. If you saddle yourself with a wife whose past doesn’t stand scrutiny, you won’t get far in a career.”
Conrad stirred restlessly.
“I know you’re thinking of my interests, sir, and I appreciate it, but a career doesn’t seem to me to be all that important when it comes to picking a girl you want to spend the rest of your days with. The career’s got to go. That’s how I see it.”
Forest selected a cigar, bit off the end and lit it.
“Well, okay, that’s up to you, Paul. What are your plans, then?”
“I haven’t any at the moment, I had hoped to take her to England after the trial. I’ve had a talk with her about going there, but she just won’t get her mind on the future. She says all she has left is a very immediate present. She won’t give up this morbid obsession that she’s going to die.”
“I can’t say I blame her,” Forest said quietly. “She’s bucking the most dangerous organization in the country. Her evidence will smash a billion-dollar racket, and Maurer’s not going to let go of a kingdom that big if he can help it. Frankly, Paul, I wouldn’t give her more than an even chance of surviving.”
Conrad clenched his fists.
“They can’t get at her here. The real danger will be when she goes to the court-house.”
“Are you quite sure she’s safe here?”
Conrad nodded.
“Yes.” I’m sure. For a start they don’t know she’s here.”
“Are you sure of that too?”
Conrad stiffened and looked at Forest.
“What’s on your mind, sir? Do you think they know where she is?”
Forest lifted his heavy shoulders.
“I don’t know, but Maurer’s no fool. Did Janey know about this hotel, Paul?”
“Janey? Why do you ask that?”
“Did she know about the hotel?”
“I had to give her the telephone number. She was all on her own, sir. I didn’t want her to think she was completely cut off from me. I impressed on her how secret it was.”
“So she had only to call the number to find out it was the Ocean Hotel,” Forest said, blowing smoke into the still, hot air.
“I don’t get your drift,” Conrad said sharply. “For all her faults, Janey would never have talked about anything connected with my work.”
“I’m just warning you, Paul. We mustn’t assume anything if we want to keep this girl safe. Your wife was seen at the Paradise Club, Maurer’s headquarters. She knew where Miss Coleman was hidden, and now she’s dead. I may be talking nonsense, but for goodness sake don’t let yourself be lulled into a sense of false security. Security doesn’t exist so long as Maurer’s running the organization.”
“I know the danger,” Conrad said. “But you can count Janey out. Her death was an accident. I’ve warned her a dozen times about the hem of her wrap. She was always treading on it and tearing it, but she could never be bothered to mend it. I am quite sure, too, she would never give this place away. I can’t do more than I have done to keep Frances safe. There isn’t anything more I can do. You’ll see for yourself when you get upstairs, but if you do think I’ve slipped up on something, then I’ll put it right.”
Forest grunted. He watched a large white van coming up the drive. Across the side of the van, picked out in chromium letters, was the legend:
“If you’re satisfied, then I’m sure I will be,” he said. “But it worries me sometimes when I think how much depends on this girl’s evidence. This is the first time since Maurer got into the saddle that we’ve had the ghost of a chance of bringing him to trial.”
Conrad followed the direction Forest was looking in, and he, too, idly stared at the laundry van as it turned the bend in the drive and disappeared around to the back of the hotel.
“We’re taking a hell of a time to catch him, aren’t we?” he said. “So long as he’s at large, we’ll have to keep Frances here.”
“Every ship at sea is on the look-out for him,” Forest returned. “The sea’s a big place in which to hide, Paul. But sooner or later he’ll have to put in somewhere for provisions, and then we’ll have him.” He stood up. “Well, let’s look your defences over, Paul. I’ll see if I can pick a hole in them.”
Conrad got to his feet, and together the two men walked towards the hotel.
IV
Around six-thirty the passages, kitchens and still rooms of the Ocean Hotel were noisy with bustling activity as the staff prepared dinner for over five hundred guests.
Unlike the glittering, luxurious restaurant, the staff quarters were dark, damp and cramped. The kitchen staff, already sweating from the heat of the ovens, cursed the long line of laundry hampers that were stacked along the wall, narrowing the passage to and from the kitchens to the preparation room.