Part 29 (2/2)
”Of course. It was cheap at the price.”
”Oh, Sean you shouldn't have. I can't have him taking money from you.”
”It's done now. It's the best thing that could happen. Now we're both rid of him.”
”You don't mean he's gone already?”
”Yes. I've just come from the airport,” O'Brien lied glibly. ”There was a h.e.l.l of a scramble to get him on the plane.”
”He went without saying goodbye to me?” Gilda said, looking searchingly at O'Brien.
”There wasn't time, but he scribbled a note.” O'Brien took an envelope from his billfold and gave it to her. ”He tried to call you, but every telephone booth was engaged. You know what it's like at an airport. So he wrote instead.”
She ripped open the envelope, read the note and then laid it down.
”Was it necessary for him to leave so quickly, Sean?”
”I think so,” he returned quietly. ”He wanted to go, and I didn't want him snarled up with the police.”
”I wish I had seen him off.”
”There just wasn't time. Get him out of your mind, Gilda. I know you're fond of him, but you've got to forget him now.
He won't be back for some time. Anyway, until after we're married; and talking about marriage, let's go ahead and make it quick now. How about the end of the week?”
Her face brightened.
”Yes. Whenever you like, Sean.”
He got up.
”Fine. Leave it to me. I'll get things fixed. Now go to bed and don't worry anymore. It's getting late. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what I've fixed.”
Sweeting listened to all this with growing interest. So Johnny had skipped to France. And she was planning to get married. Who was this guy she called Sean? Could it be Sean O'Brien? He wished he had the nerve to open the door a crack so he could get a glimpse of Gilda's visitor, but, remembering Gilda's gun, he decided against the risk.
He heard them talking on the landing; then, a few moments later, the front door shut.
He heard Gilda cross the sitting room, turn off the lights and go into her bedroom. The door shut.
Sweeting relaxed.
He had better go. At least he now had twenty dollars. That would meet his rent, but it wouldn't leave him anything in hand. He suddenly realized how hungry he was. He hadn't had anything to eat all day, and Leo must be starving too.
No harm in seeing what she had in her icebox, he thought. A chicken or a ham would be acceptable.
Softly he tiptoed across the pa.s.sage to the kitchen door, gently turned the handle, found the light switch and turned it on.
Facing him was a ma.s.sive refrigerator, and his eyes lit up with eager antic.i.p.ation. He paused to listen, but heard nothing. Sneaking across the polished floor he took hold of the refrigerator handle, gently lifted it and pulled.
The door of the refrigerator swung back.
A thin, frightened scream came out of his mouth before he could stop it, and he jumped back, shuddering.
Sitting, hunched up on the floor of the refrigerator, his face a b.l.o.o.d.y mask, his lips drawn off his teeth in a snarl of death, was Maurice Yarde.
chapter thirteen.
I.
The motorboat swept insh.o.r.e, its prow clear of the water. A long white wash from the churning screws marked its pa.s.sage from the Willow Point. Tux sat in the bucket seat while Solly had charge of the wheel. For the first time in years, Tux was scared. He had fallen down on an order, and he knew what was ahead of him. O'Brien would pa.s.s the word around. Tux would be shut out, and to be shut out of O'Brien's world meant going back to small-time heists, not having police protection and scratching for a living. It wouldn't be long before he would get himself involved in a gun battle with a cop. It wouldn't be long, either, before he was on a slab in the police mortuary.
Tux ran his tongue along his dry lips at the thought. There was still a chance to rectify his mistake. If he could find Johnny, wipe him out and get rid of his body there would be no need for O'Brien ever to know Johnny had escaped from the cruiser.
But where was he to find Johnny? Would Johnny go to his sister's apartment or would he leave town? The chances were he'd leave town. Johnny was no fool. He would know Tux wouldn't rest until he found him.
The lighted waterfront was now well in view, and Tux suddenly leaned forward. ”What's going on over there?” he shouted above the noise of the engine.
Solly turned his great pear-shaped head and stared.
”Looks like cops,” he said. ”That's a cop car.”
”Better take her to Sam's jetty,” Tux said. ”We don't want to get snarled up with those boys.”
Solly altered course, and in a few minutes he brought the motorboat alongside the jetty.
Both men scrambled up the ladder, and then hurried down the jetty to the waterfront.
Police whistles were blowing and they could hear the sound of distant sirens.
”This ain't healthy,” Tux said. ”Come on; let's get the h.e.l.l out of here.”
”Think they're after Johnny?” Solly asked, looking along the waterfront at the distant police car and the four cops who were standing in a group, their backs turned to them.
”How do I know?” Tux snarled. ”G.o.dd.a.m.n it! He could get away in this s.h.i.+ndig.” He had a sudden idea. ”Maybe Seth knows what it's all about.”
He set off down an alley, followed by Solly.
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