Southern Oregon News Review. Thursday, November 7, 1946
When Your "Innards'
are Crying the Blues
Duke M r t'a le . p riva te deleetlve, Is In-
ve tiig aU n g the m u rd rr of C urt V aU ala-
ro u rt, who was about to m a rry V eronica
B igelow , heiress Io th irty m illion dollars.
M cC ale trad es Inform ation w ith police
lie u te n an t D unlevy, and learns
that
V eronica Is the one the police suspect.
Th e other m em b ers of ihe fa m ily all have
alib is, but none Is above suspicion.
This Includes Veronica's m other. Sybil,
her sister and brother. V ic to ria and
Stephen, and Stephen's w ile. K aren ,
S hari Lynn, fo rm e r wife of V aU ain cou rt,
m a y also be involved. M cC ale and his
assistant. R ocky, hunt In Ihe p a rk lor
the m u rd e r weapon. They have reason
to believe th at Ihe gun w ill be found In
the old cannon.
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In silence, they clim bed the rise
' o f ground where the old W orld W ar
cannon stood. I t was Rocky who
pushed his longer arm into its b a r
rel. g roping, grunting. He w ith d re w
i t fin a lly , g ro w lin g his disappoint-
i m ent.
"N o soap, D u k e ." he said. " I
touched bottom . N othing there but
a handful o f leaves.”
M cCale was puzzled. "L e a ve s at
the bottom o f that shaft?
Non
sense. L e t's see.” He snapped the
button o f his flashlight.
In the round ye llo w c irc le of lig h t,
he exam ined the "le a ve s” R ocky
held in his hand. An excla m a tio n
o f su rp rise escaped his lips. The
h andful o f "le a v e s ," tangled, wet,
was obviously a w om an’ s red-
ha ire d w ig.
S hari L yn n was noticeably done
in. She lo lle d on the divan in an
alm ost u n n a tu ra l attitude. M cCale
thought fo r a fleeting m om ent th a t
she had passed out o r was dead.
" O h ." she said, " it 's you.”
"T h e door was a ja r ." he offered,
and knew th a t instant th a t she had
been expecting a v is ito r.
She swung h e rse lf o ff the divan
a b ru p tly at th a t and staggered to
her feet. She looked at h im , her
eyes snaky and vicious.
"G e t out o f here before I c a ll the
desk and have you throw n out. I ’ ve
got nothing m ore to say to you—o r
y o u r frie n d , the lieutenant, e ith e r.’’
He Ashed out a cig a re tte and said
over the flam e o f his lig h te r. "So
you told them y o u r little s to ry ? ”
She sm iled lik e a contem ptuous
cat. "S ure. I told i t ”
“ Why?
Would you ra th e r have
w aited u n til m o rn in g to put the fin
ger on V eronica B ig e lo w ? "
She
laughed
a
high-pitched
w itc h ’ s laugh.
“ Y o u 're a ra t-tra p .”
"M a y b e . Ju st thought I ’ d a s k ."
She pivoted slow ly, and there was
uneasiness under her bravado.
"L is te n , m is te r. Ju st w hat is it
you w ant w ith m e ? "
“ I only w a n t to fisk you a ques
tio n o r tw o and give you some ad
v ic e ."
"L o o k h e re ," he said. " I know it
was you who ra n aw ay fro m the
V aU aincourt m u rd e r. You w ere the
o n ly wom an who ra n over the h ill.
I know, because I was at an up
s ta irs w indow , and i f there had
been tw o women. I w ould have seen
them b o th ."
"Y o u know a lo t," she said sullen
ly , " b u t you can’t prove it . ”
" I 'm on m y way to ."
"O h, yeah?
W ell, nuts to you.
M y sto ry is s till good. Besides, the
w om an had red h a ir. I f you saw
her. you’d know th a t.”
"G ra n te d ."
"W e ll, th e n ? "
"W e ll—th e n .”
He th re w the red
w ig down on the coffee table be
tween them .
. She gasped.
"W h e re 'd you get
th a t? ”
Shari Gets a
Warning
" In the cannon where you hid it.
Now get this stra ig h t. A ny cop o r
judge o r la w y e r is going to know
I a fte r I produce th is w ig th a t yo u r
sto ry is phoney. You should have
taken m ore pains w ith it i f you
! wanted yo u r sto ry to stick. Y o u 're
in a ja m , lady. I th in k you’ re going
to be in a worse one. You’ re m a k -
j ing a little gam ble on y o u r own
somewhere along the lin e and I
th in k you’ d b e tte r te ll me w hat it
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H e r eyes narrow ed, T n rta r-lik e ,
fo r a b rie f instant.
“ I ’l l give you five m inutes. T h in k
it o v e r.”
He w ent o ve r to the desk, bolding
out his w ris t as i f tim in g h e r by
his watch. I t was five m inutes of
two.
W hile he w aited, his eyes
roved c y n ic a lly o ver the pictu re s
of S hari L y n n ’ s boy friends. T here
was a s a ilo r and a p e tty o ffice r, a
jockey, a ta ll, unhappy-looking m a
rine, an a rm y lieutenant, and—Me-
Cale suppressed a sm ile — an acro-
I bat in w h ite tig h ts. T here were sev
e ra l others, p ro v in g that, besides
her ca th o lic taste, S hari was e v i
d e n tly a ttra cte d by a n yth in g in uni-
fo rm . There was no p ic tu re o f C u rt
V aU aincourt
M cCale wondered at
' that.
A t tw o o’ clock, he turned to her
again. She surprised him by be-
! g in n in g to ta lk alm ost im m e d ia te
ly
She had found the w ig a t V a lla in -
c o u rt’ s apa rtm e n t, days before. He
had some w om an who came there
to see h im , someone disguised as
V eronica. She denied she was the
wom an.
She d id n ’ t know, hadn’ t
the slightest idea who could have
been checking up on h im . No. w ho
e ver was w atching e v id e n tly bad
to th in k th a t only V eronica w ent
there. I t wus h a rd ly ra tio n a l, be
cause you'd th in k the only person
to whom it w ould m a tte r w ould be
Veronica herself. L a te ly the w o m
an h a d n 't come any m ore. Hence
the w ig w hich she had found.
" D id n ’t V aU aincourt confide In
you at a ll? " M cC ale asked.
"N o . Why should h e ? "
" I'v e played w ith the Idea th a t
you were once his w ife ."
A secret look behind the m ascara
to ld h im he was rig h t, but she said
nothing.
He got up. re aching fo r his hat
on a nearby c h a ir. A t the door, he
turned, his dark-eyed face a ll sharp
points and edges in the lig h t.
"Y o u 're in a bad s p o t." He trie d
to co n tro l the hardness in his voice.
" I 'd lock the door if I were y o u ."
He saw fe a r b u rn in g b rig h t in her
eyes.
“ Is th a t the advice you were go
;
ing to g ive m e ? "
" Y e s ," he said.
j
He became d eadly serious. Some
how he had to get through to her.
He slipped a business card fro m his
w a lle t and placed it on a nearby
! table.
“ I f y o u 're frig h te n e d o r ju s t w ant
to ta lk ." he said, " c a ll me at the
num ber on th a t card.
You re a lly
>
Rocky pushed his arm into the
b a rre l groping.
should ta lk , you know.
I m ean
m ore than yo u ’ ve talked so fa r. I
know y o u 're h olding back som ething
im p o rta n t—som ething th a t is dan
gerous to someone. I tu fn k yo u 're
pla n nin g to sell th a t in fo rm a tio n . A
little b la c k m a il, m aybe. B u t le t me
w arn you, you are d e aling w ith a
cold-blooded m u rd e re r.
Y o u 're in
danger, M iss Lynn.
"Y o u know
th a t.”
She laughed loudly, h y s te ric a lly .
“ You fo o l,” she scream ed.
"Y o u
th in k you know a lot. W ell, w hat
do you know? Ju st a lo t o f bunk I
to ld you. You th in k you can scare
me in to a d m ittin g som ething. I can
take care o f m yself. W hat’ re you
tr y in g to do? Get out! Get o u t! "
H is la st look showed her ashen
and d is tra u g h t. She was stretched
on the davenport, h a ir dishevelled,
m outh la x, deep c irc le s under the
h o rrib le eyes.
“ T h a t's how s h e 'll be when she's
o ld ," M cC ale thought as he reached
the pavem ent.
He w alked slow ly
down T re m o n t street, g u lping deep
breaths o f wet a ir.
Victoria Bigeloiv
Seeks Her Letters
The buzzer sounded in the outer
office. M cCale looked at his watch.
I t was three in the m o rn in g
He
w alked q u ic k ly to the door, press
in g the button th a t released the lock
in the vestibule.
He opened the
office door, looked out into the hall,
and w ondered who could be c a ll
ing at th a t hour. Sharp heel clicks
to ld h im it was a wom an com ing
up the stairs. The head and shoul
ders, then the figure of a g irl
swathed in furs, w ith a cow l con
ce aling m ost of her face, rose out
o f the s ta irw e ll.
ing in looking m ore lik e one of the
Entires. H is m using s w iftly encom
passed the whole lo t o f them , the
Bigelows en masse. W ith the pos
sible exception of M iss Adelaide,
they were unreal, w ith o u t authen
tic ity .
He w atched V ic to ria w ith a bored
expression as she fingered a book
on the desk, exam ined the Lester
V arga p a in ting of a N ubian woman
w hich hung o ver a bookcase to
see i f it wus an o rig in a l.
" I t 's la te ," he said, b re a kin g the
silence.
"Y o u caine to see me
about som ething. I t m ust be im
p o rta n t fo r you to c n ll a t this hour.
I hate to h u rry you, but i f you've
satisfied y o u r c u rio s ity , perhaps
y o u 'll te ll me w hat this is all
a b o u t."
She turned a b ru p tly and came
over to h im .
“ I w a n t you to do som ething fo r
m e ."
"W h a t can 1 do fo r y o u ? " His
voice was urgent and exasperated.
"W e ll” —she fum bled fo r a phrase
—" y o u 'll p robably have an—an op
p o rtu n ity to go through C u rt Vab
la in c o u rt's things, w on’ t yo u ? "
He looked up, p ursing his lips.
"We-c-11." B e tte r not te ll her the
cupboard was bare.
"T h e re is som ething of m in e —
that is. C u rt hud some le tte rs that
belong to me. I thought—
“ That I m ig h t take them out fro m
under the eyes of the police? I ’m
a fra id I w o u ld n 't have the chance
By this tim e , the place has been
gone over w ith a vacuum c le a n e r."
"B u t they w ouldn’ t ju st be in any
o rd in a ry place. I'm sure he had a
hiding place somewhere in th a t
apartm ent.
A w a ll safe o r—or
som ething."
" I doubt it.
It seems p e rfe ctly
obvious th a t you have already
looked in e ve ry a va ila b le p la ce ."
"W h y I —"
" . . . T ut, tut. Y our intonation
gave you a w a y.”
"M y , y o u 're clever, a re n 't you?”
" L e t us say—w e ll-tra in e d .
You
visited V aU aincourt o fte n ? ”
"N o, I —w ell, th a t is, I went there
once in a w hile fo r cockta ils, w ith
a few frie n d s ."
She was on her
guard now. "O fte n enough to look
about fo r som ething th a t was
m in e ."
"V a U a in co u rt was hanging onto
your correspondence."
"O h, n o ."
"T hen why d id n 't you ju s t ask
fo r it? "
" I did, but he’d only laugh and
say he’d give them a ll back when
—"
She caught herself. She b it
her lo w e r lip sullenly
"W hen he was safely m a rrie d to
V eronica B igelow , I 'l l w a g e r.”
"Y o u 're quite the Sherlock, aren’ t
you, m iste r? Listen, can I o r can
I not buy yo u r services? I want
those letters. Do I get th e m ? "
She moved closer to h im and
stared him in the face boldly, a
vip e ris h in te n sity in her eyes. F o r
a m om ent, McCale gazed deeply
in to her vicious little soul.
"N o t fro m m e ." H is voice was
as cold as steel.
He turned away fro m her w ith a
brusqueness intended to convey th a t
he was through w ith th e ir little in
te rvie w .
He spoke q u ie tly. " I 'm sorry. I
wish y o u 'd take m y word fo r it
th a t there are none o f yo u r le tte rs
at the V a U aincourt a p artm ent. No
le tte rs of any kin d , in fa c t.”
She eyed h im n a rro w ly. “ Y ou've
been there a lre a d y ."
He nodded.
"T h a n k s , but I don’t believe
yo u .”
" A ll rig h t,” he w ent on w e a rily,
"d o n 't believe me. B u t I assure
you, there is nothing there. T h e re ’s
not a w a ll safe o r a s lid in g panel
in the w hole shebang."
"T h e police—"
" I h a rd ly th in k so. I was there
before they a rriv e d ."
She seemed suddenly drained of
v ita lity . There was a th w a rte d look
on her face. “ So th a t’ s th a t."
‘Ju st that, I'm a fra id . However,
1 th in k y o u 'll hear fro m yo u r le t
te rs.”
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A Parting Shot
Startles McCale
“ Oh, m y God! W hat a stin k they
w ill m ake strew n a ll over the fro n t
pages o f some s lim y paper. I t ’ d
take m o re than the B igelow money
She saw him , h u rrie d fo rw a rd
to— "
w ith a sh o rt laugh and stepped in
" I d o n 't m ean th a t.”
side h u rrie d ly .
She pushed back
" O h !”
The echo o f it hung In
the cow l of her P ersian lam b coat
the a ir.
and he saw the black h a ir and
She gazed a t h im once m ore as
B eardsley face of V ic to ria Bigelow .
if to reassure h e rse lf o f his honesty.
She perched herself on the corner
H is in s c ru ta b ility seemed to have
of the desk, loosening her coat and
baffled her.
sw in g in g one leg.
"W e shall see w hat we shall see,"
“ I could stand a d rin k . You m ig h t
she said fin a lly , a note of derision
be th a t h o spitable.”
and forced facetiousness in her
S ile n tly he poured her a w hisky
tone.
and soda fro m the cabinet. He s till
He follow ed her to the door,
looked at her w ith h a rd ly concealed
w atching her down the stairs. A t
h o s tility in his glance.
the tu rn , she looked back at h im .
“ A bout m y being follow ed here, ’ She stopped, w a itin g a m om ent un-
she said, sipping her d rin k , "h a ve
til he became aw are th a t she in
no fear. The police d id n 't even put tended to explode a fa re w e ll bom b
a m an on the house. Old u n im
shell.
peachable fa m ily s tu ff."
" I f they don’t tu rn up, Sherlock,
' You c a n 't be su re .”
I ’ ll go to Shari Lyn n fo r them ,
“ Sure enough.” She shrugged the w h a t? ”
She laughed in so le n tly as
suggestion away.
she continued down.
She slipped o ff the desk w ith a
M cC ale shook his head in u tte r'
languorous m ovem ent, m eant to be w eariness as he w ent back in. He
p ro vo ca tive ,
M cC ale
supposed. was sure the in te rv ie w had been a
S c ru tin iz in g her closely, he was fiasco.
A t least his share o f it. j
aw are of the com plete a rtific ia lity T hings were p ilin g up too q u ickly,
of her m ake-up. She had trie d to too fast, one conclusion c o n tra d ic t
effect an exotic appearance, in the ing another.
m anner o f the cinem a, but succeed
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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