Part 7 (1/2)

”Sure I can stand up. I want to shake the hand of your buddy, there.

Geez! I ain't seen anything like that since I used to watch Bat Masterson on TV, when I was a little kid!”

”Joey, this is Chief Inspector the Duke Acrington, of Scotland Yard.

Inspector, this is Joey Partridge, the greatest amateur boxer this country has ever produced.”

Amazingly enough, Joey extended his hand. ”Pleased t'meetcha, Inspector! Uh--watch the hand. Sorta tender. That was great! Duke, did you say?” He looked at me. ”You mean he's a real English Duke?” He looked back at Acrington. ”I never met a Duke before!” But by that time he had taken his hand away from the Duke's grasp.

”It's a pleasure to meet you, Joey,” the Duke said warmly. ”I liked the way you cleaned up on that Russian during the '72 Olympics.”

Joey said to me, ”He remembers me! How d'ya like that?”

One of the downed thugs began to groan, and I said, ”We'd better get the paddy wagon around to pick these boys up. You'll prefer charges, Joey?”

”d.a.m.n right I will! I didn't let myself get slugged for nothing!”

It was nearly forty-five minutes later that the Duke and I found ourselves in my apartment again. The ice in our drinks had melted, so I dumped them and prepared fresh ones. The Duke took his, drained half of it in three fast swallows, and said: ”Ahhhhhh! I needed that.”

We heard a key in the door, and His Grace looked at me.

”That's my son,” I said. ”Back from his date.”

Steve came in looking happy. ”You still awake, Dad? A cop ought to get his sleep. Good morning, Your Grace. Both of you look sleepy.”

Stevie didn't. He'd danced with Mary Ellen until four, and he still looked as though he could walk five miles without tiring. Me, I felt about as full of snap as a soda cracker in a Turkish bath. The three of us talked for maybe ten minutes, and then we hit the hay.

Three and a half hours of sleep isn't enough for anybody, but it was all we could afford to take. By eight-thirty, the Duke and I were in my office, slos.h.i.+ng down black coffee, and, half an hour after that, we were cruising up Amsterdam Avenue on the second day of our hunt for Mr. Lawrence Nestor.

Since we were now reasonably sure that our man was in the area, I ordered the next phase of the search into operation. There were squads of men making a house-to-house canva.s.s of every hotel, apartment house, and rooming house in the area--and there are thousands of them.

A flying squad took care of the hotels first; they were the most likely. Since we knew exactly what day Nestor had arrived, we narrowed our search down to the records for that day. Nestor might not use his own name; of course, but the photograph and description ought to help.

And, since Nestor didn't have a job, his irregular schedule and his drinking habits might make him stand out, though there were plenty of places where those traits would simply make him one of the boys. It still looked like a long, hard search.

And then we got our break.

At 9:17 am, Lieutenant Holmquist's voice snapped over my car phone: ”Inspector Royall; Holmquist here. Child missing in Riverside Park.

Officer Ramirez just called in from 111th and Riverside.”

”Got it!”

I cut left and gunned the car eastward. I hit a green light at Broadway, so I didn't need to use the siren. Within two minutes, we had pulled up beside the curb where an officer was standing with a woman in tears. The Duke and I got out of the car.

We walked over to her calmly, although neither one of us felt very calm. There's no point in disturbing an already excited mother--or aunt or whatever she was.

The officer threw me a salute. I returned it and said to the sobbing woman, ”Now, just be calm, ma'am. Tell us what happened.”

It all came out in a torrent. She'd been sitting on one of the benches, reading a newspaper, and she'd looked around and little s.h.i.+rley was gone. Yes, s.h.i.+rley was her daughter. How old? Seven and a half. How long ago was this? Fifteen minutes, maybe. She hadn't been worried at first; she'd walked up and down, calling the girl's name, but hadn't gotten any answer. Then she saw the policeman, and ...

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