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âYes, yes, yes, I know,â Malone said quickly. âHelene, and the Casino, and all the rest of it. You donât need to go on. You donât even need to tell me that if you hadnât believed, right up to the last, that Anna Marie St. Clair would be saved, youâd have told your story, warnings or no warnings.â
Jake looked at the floor and said, âWell you seeâwell, yes, thatâs it. But then at the lastâwhen it began to look as though the girl was really headed for the chairâI couldnât stand it, Casino or no Casino. Something had to be done.â
âYou could have gone to the police,â Malone said quietly.
âWould you mind letting me tell this in my own way?â Jake said. âI went to The Happy Days saloon and sat there in a booth nursing a beer and hoping someone would come and contact me. Eventually, Ambersley showed up. Maybe he just dropped by, or maybe someone there sent for him to come and talk to me. Anyway, he told me two things. One, that Anna Marie St. Clair was scheduled for a reprieve and a new trial. Two, that if I didnât keep my mouth shut in the meantime I was just as likely as not to be a widower.â
âThey threatened Helene,â Malone said, chewing on his cigar, âand you fell for it.â
âThey did, and I did,â Jake said grimly. âThose guys donât play.â
Malone said, âNeither does Helene. God help them if they ever mix up with her.â
âYesterday,â Jake said in a low voice, âI went to the D.A.âs office. They laughed at me. They called me a liar. And when they asked me how I happened to be on the scene and why I hadnât come forward before, I couldnât tell them. Becauseââhe paused, gulpedââif anything ever happened to Heleneââ
Malone said, âNever mind. And youâre still paying off.â
âAt this rate,â Jake said, âIâll be broke in six months. But that isnât the reason. After last nightââ he paused, gulped. âThat girl was murdered. Iâd like to lay hands on her murderer. Iâd like to know whoâs running this racket. I thought it was Big Joe Childers, but heâs dead, and Iâm still paying.â
âAre you suggesting,â Malone said, âthat youâd like to engage my services?â
âLook, Maloneââ Jake began.
âI hate to bust up a good racket,â Malone said, âbecause for all I know, I may be getting income from it, through one source or another. But since itâs you,â he added coyly, âmy services can be had, for a small sum, of course.â
âHelene mustnât know about it,â Jake said. âSheâs got to be kept out of it.â
âNaturally,â Malone said. âOr else sheâll do the job herself and Iâll lose a fee. Now tell me about this guy Ambersleyââ
The door opened. Maggie said helplessly, âMr. Maloneââ A small woman in black, with a green-feathered hat, marched imperiously into the room. She nodded to Maggie, said, âThank you, my dear.â Then, to Malone, âIâm sure you donât mind my coming right in. Itâs really quite urgent that I see you, immediately.â She gave Jake a glance indicating that he was as welcome as a stepchild with scarlet fever.
Malone rose. âGlad to see you, Mrs. Childers. You know Mr. Justus?â
She raked him over with a glance and said, âDelighted.â
âDelighted to meet you,â Jake said. âHave a drink?â He absent-mindedly held out his own glass.
âThank you,â she said. âI donât drink.â
âSuit yourself,â Jake said. âDo you smoke, swear, spit, or what do you do?â
Eva Childers looked away and said, âMr. Maloneââ The little lawyer cleared his throat. âIf you donât mind, Jakeââ
There was a slight commotion behind the door, and it opened again. Maggie said in a despairing voice, âMr. Malone, I simply couldnâtââ
Malone said wearily, âYouâre fired,â as Helene walked leisurely into the room, peeling off her gloves.
She stood there, a tall, lovely, slender figure. For a moment Malone forgot all his problems and gazed at her. He observed that there was a faint pink in her cheeks and that she was slightly out of breath. He braced himself for trouble.
Helene said, âJake darling, Iâm so sorry I was late. I waited in that bar for an hour. Itâs my fault, my watch had stopped.â
Jake opened his mouth to say, âHuh,â caught a signaling wink from her, and shut it again.
âMrs. Childers!â Helene beamed. âHow nice to see you again! We met at Mrs. McClaneâs garden party, remember?â
âOh, yes. Yes, of course,â Eva Childers said. She certainly did remember that garden party. It had taken a lot of doing to wangle an invitation to it. Her dark eyes narrowed. Maybe sheâd been mistaken in her suspicions of Helene. After all, sheâd been Helene Brand, heiress, only daughter of one of the families. Eva Childers concentrated on looking friendly, charming, and, of course, ladylike.
âIâve wanted so many times to call you,â Helene gushed on, âbut Iâd lost your phone number. Wasnât that silly of me? Iâd simply adore to have lunch with you someday soon.â
âThat would beââ
Before Eva Childers could think of a synonym for âwonderfulâ Helene had gone on. âHow about tomorrow noon? One oâclock? Pierreâs? Oh, grand. Iâm so glad I ran into you here. Is Mr. Malone your lawyer, too?â
âWellââ Eva Childers began.
âArenât you lucky! Heâs simply marvelous! Oh Mrs. Childers, Iâm insane about your hat! You must have had it made specially for you. Itâs the most becoming thingââ
Malone said, âIf you pleaseââ
âOh, Iâm so sorry,â Helene gasped. âIâm keeping you from talking business. Jake, angel, did Mr. Malone settle that point about Uncle Arthurâs will?â
Jake swallowed hard and said grimly, âYes, dear. We canât break it. The Associated Dog and Cat Clinic get every penny of it.â
âWhat a shame,â Eva Childers said sympathetically.
âMrs. Justus,â Malone said. He was fighting off a conviction that in thirty more seconds he was going to lose his mind.
âI do wish we could all dash out for a drink or something,â Helene said, oblivious of interruptions, âbut Jake and I are simply hours and hours lateâremember, darling, Lady Leiberâs teaââ
âOh, yes,â Jake said. He drank the last drop of gin in his glass. âMustnât disappoint Lady Leiber.â
âBy all means, donât,â Malone said. âAnd Iâm sorry I couldnât have been more helpful about Uncle Arthurâs will.â
âDonât forget, Mrs. Childers,â Helene cooed, at the door. âOne oâclock, at Pierreâs.â
Jake resisted an impulse to bang the door shut. He grabbed Heleneâs arm. âWhatâs the idea, or do you know?â
âSssh! I want to hear what she has to say to Malone, and so do you.â Helene punched the elevator button. âThatâs just so sheâll think we did go downstairs. In case sheâs listening, and she will be, sheâll hear the elevator come up and go down.â She led the way down the hall. âMalone canât afford a dictograph, so the office next to him is vacant, in case he wants Maggie to take down a conversation unobserved.â She opened the door.
âHow did you know it was unlocked, Jake whispered, âand how did you know you could hearââ
âBecause,â she whispered back, âI caught the tag end of your conversation with Malone. Just what is it Iâve got to be kept out of? Whatever it is, Iâm in it already. And,â she added sternly, âI think you were very, very rude to poor Mrs. Childers.â
Eva Childers sat straight up in the big chair. Her tiny feet just touched the floor. She accepted a cigarette from Malone like a little girl accepting a lollipop from a stranger, and held it delicately between her fingers as though, Malone thought, she was about to pick up a hammer and drive it into the wall. She glanced toward the door Helene had closed behind her and said, âLovely girl, isnât she?â
âVery lovely,â Malone said, striking a match for her. His sharp ears had caught the faint sound of a door closing, and he had a good idea who was in the âlistening office.â He cleared his throat and said loudly, âLovely, but quite crazy, unfortunately. Too bad. Beautiful girl, if you like that washed-out blond type. Should have been committed years ago. But you know how it is. Influence. Sad, sad affair. Just between us, and I know you wonât tell a soul, sheâs a pyromaniac.â
âWhat a shame!â Mrs. Childers clucked sympathetically. âShe has such pretty white teeth, too. I suppose sheâll have to have them all pulled. And her husband?â
âOh, heâs just a petty crook,â Malone said, raising his voice a little. âNice guy, in his way, but just a good-for-nothing drunk, gambler, and woman chaser. Runs a high-class saloon for a living. Believe me, if his wife knew one-half of what I know about him!â
That ought to hold Jake and Helene for a while, he told himself. He concentrated his attention on Mrs. Childers. If she was consulting him as client, there might be a fat fee. And heâd seen a bracelet Anna Marie would love to have.
âNow, my dear Mrs. Childers. Whatâs troubling you?â Even if there wasnât a fee, he was interested in what Eva Childers had to say.
âMy conscience,â Eva Childers said. âI feel as if Iâd murdered that girl.â
Malone let that hang in the air for a moment. Then he looked sympathetic and said, âCome, come.â
âI told the truth,â she said simply. âI thought it was right at the time. And it was so kind of the lawyers not to ask me to testify. I just had to testify at the inquest, and, of course, he had beenâwhatâs the wordâkeeping her.â She reached for a lace-edged handkerchief.
âThere, there,â Malone said, in what his friends, enemies, and grateful clients described as his best cell-side manner.
âIt was a great mistake,â she murmured, âmy marrying Mr. Childers. I was too young to realize what he was like. He had what seemed a great deal of money, and his attention flattered me, andâoh, you know how it isââ
âIndeed I do,â Malone said. âYour poor, poor little girl.â
Eva Childers managed a faint, tremulous smile. âHe was always very kind to me. He gave me everything I wanted. He left me aâaâwell, a fortune, Mr. Malone. Butâoh, the ways he made his moneyâandâthese other womenââ
She bowed her head in the lacy handkerchief.
Malone sighed, rose, walked around his desk and patted her thin, delicate shoulder. âYouâve had a bad, bad time, my dear, brave little woman. But you must put it all out of your mind. You must remember, you have a long, happy life ahead of you.â
âOh, Mr. Malone,â she breathed, âyouâre so understanding!â
He patted her on the other shoulder and said, âNow, what can I do to help you?â
âThat girl,â she said. âI do feel so guilty. I want to do something. Not that I could bring her back. Butâshe must have a family somewhere. A father and mother, maybe, brothers and sisters. Iâd like to find them. Iâd like to provide for them. Not that I even dream mere money will make it up to them. Butâthatâs the only thing I can do. Oh, Mr. Maloneâ
She clasped her hands and gazed up at him with tragic eyes. âIf youâd only just drop everything youâre doing and devote yourself to finding her family! Iâd pay you anythingâ anything!â
The little lawyer pulled a fresh cigar from his pocket, lit it, and began pacing up and down the room. He wondered how large a
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