Part 18 (1/2)
”Her description of Carol Blandish is unmistakable. It looks as if the girl's come back to Point Breese.”
Kamp lifted his sweat-stained Stetson to scratch his head.
”I'll get working on this right away,” he said, but as he prepared to move off, Simon Hartman drove up in a glittering Cadillac.
”Here's Mr. Hartman,” Travers said, his face darkening. ”You know him, Sheriff?”
”I know him,” Kamp growled, and the two men waited for Hartman to join them.
”I hear a lunatic has been captured,” Hartman said abruptly. ”Is it Carol?”
”No, Mr. Hartman,” Travers replied. ”It was another of my patients.”
”You seem to specialize in losing patients,” Hartman grated, his face taut with disappointed anger. ”Just when do you propose finding my ward?”
”We have just received news that she has returned to Point Breese,” Travers said. ”The Sheriff is organizing another search party.”
Hartman gave Kamp a contemptuous look.
”Your search parties, up to now, have been singularly unsuccessful,” he said, then abruptly, ”Where's this man Steve Larson?”
Kamp managed to look a little vacant.
”Probably in Waltonville Hospital,” he said. ”Why?”
”From what I hear from Mrs. Fleming, Carol appears to have fallen in love with him. It's possible she will try to find bun. You'd better put a guard at the hospital in case she shows up there.”
”Could do,” Kamp said, stroking his moustache.
”Then do it,” Hartman barked. ”The girl should have been found days ago. Get your men to work. She's got to be found before the week-end or I'll see this is the last job you'll have the chance to make a mess of!” He turned sharply to Travers. ”Come along, Doctor, I want to talk to you.”
Kamp watched them go, tipped his hat and winked at his deputy.
”Getting pretty hot under the collar, isn't he?” he said thoughtfully. ”Maybe I'd better have a word with that pesky Magarth.”
”Want me to go over to the Waltonville Hospital?” the deputy asked.
Kamp shook his head.
”No. Somehow I don't think Larson's there,” he returned, winked again and then set of with long, unhurried strides to his office.
”I think she's a darling,” Veda said, as she came into the big lounge where Magarth was pacing up and down. ”She's seen Steve for a moment. He was sleeping, but it was wonderful to see the expression in her eyes as she looked down at him. I only hope I'll be able to look like that if ever you fall ill.”
”So do I,” Magarth said, ”and I hope I won't be too ill to appreciate it. Is she all right?”
”She's had an awful time, but I think she'll be all right after a good rest,” Veda returned, sitting on the arm of an easy chair. ”Do give me a drink, honey, all this excitement has frayed my nerves.”
”What's she doing now?” Magarth asked as he mixed a dry martini.
”She's having a bath,” Veda returned. ”Don't you think Dr. Kober ought to look at her? He might give her something to help her sleep.”
”She won't need anything to help her sleep,” Magarth said, carrying the drink over to her. ”I don't want any doctors or nurses messing her about. They might scare her into one of her turns.”
”I'm quite positive there's nothing the matter with her,” Veda said. ”Now I've talked to her I think the way you do. She's as normal as I am, and she's such a sweet kid.”
Magarth grunted.
”It won't do any harm to keep an eye on her,” he said. ”But I agree: I can't imagine her being dangerous.”
Veda eyed him over the top of the c.o.c.ktail gla.s.s.
”There's something on your mind,” she said. ”What is it?”
”She said the Sullivans left last night for Point Breese. They intend to finish Larson,” Magarth said quietly. ”I'm wondering how they managed to slip through Kamp's cordon. We've been watching for them and all the roads are guarded.”
”They can't possibly know he's here, can they?” Veda asked. ”You're not worrying about that, are you?”
”Well, I am worrying, although I don't think they'll come here,” Magarth returned, mixed himself a highball. ”It won't do to underrate these two.” He took a drink, set the gla.s.s on the table beside him. ”Maybe I'm getting your complaint- frayed nerves. All the same I'll have a word with Staum. He and his boys will have to wake up their ideas now.”
The telephone rang.
”It'll be for you,” Veda said. ”Everyone in the district seems to know we're living in sin together.”
”And I bet they're green with envy,” Magarth said with a grin, reached for the receiver.
It was the Sheriff.
”Why didn't you come down like I asked you?” Kamp complained. ”I had a nice photograph all lined up for you.”
”I've more important things to do than to waste plates on your ugly mug,” Magarth returned. ”What's biting you?”
”I've got news the Blandish girl is back in town.” Kamp went on to tell Magarth what Hatty Summers had told Travers. ”And Hartman thinks she'll try to find Larson.”
”What are you doing about it?”
”We're searching the district again. I thought I'd tip you off in case she shows up at Gra.s.s Hill.”
”I'll know what to do.”
”Do you still want my deputies up there?”
”You bet I do. They'll have to stick right here until Larson's well enough to give evidence.”
”O.K.,” Kamp said. ”It makes it hard for me, but I guess no one cares what happens to an old guy like me.”
”I don't for one,” Magarth returned, hung up.
”And what did he want?” Veda asked, finis.h.i.+ng her drink. ”Not more trouble, I hope?”