The Oxford Book of American Det (29 page)

He laughs like he was more at ease. But I often see them laugh when they are getting ready to send me into the danger that they fear. It’s not downright meanness like I used to think when I was younger. It’s relief, I guess.

“I think I can use you,” he said slowly. “And pay you well and you won’t need to see me again.”

“Oh, I ain’t got any particular dislike to you,” I tell him. “It’s only that I like to work alone. Let me hear what you have to offer and then—well, you can get some sleep tonight anyways.”

He thought a moment.

“How much do I have to tell you?” he asked.

“As much or as little as you like. The less the better—but all I ought to know to make things go right for you.”

“Well, then, there isn’t much to tell. In the first place I want you to impersonate me for the summer or a greater part of it.”

“That’s not so easy.” I shook my head.

“It’s easy enough,” he went on eagerly. “I am supposed to go to my father’s hotel on Nantucket Island—“

Then he leaned out of the bed and talked quickly. He spoke very low and was very much in earnest. They could not possibly know me there. His father was abroad and he had not been to Nantucket since he was ten.

“How old are you?” he asked me suddenly.

“Thirty,” I told him.

“You don’t look more than I do. We are much alike—about the same size—the same features. And you won’t meet anyone I know. If things should go wrong I’ll be in touch with you.”

“And your trouble?” I questioned. “What should I know about that?”

“That my life is threatened. I have been mixed up with some people whom I am not proud of.”

“And they threaten to kill you.”

I stroked my chin. Not that I minded taking the chances but somewheres I had learned that a labourer is worthy of his hire. It looked like he was hiring me to get bumped off in his place. Which was all right if I was paid enough. I had taken such chances before and nothing had come of it. That is nothing to me.

“Yes, they threaten my life—but I think it’s all bluff.” I nodded. I could plainly see it was that, so I handed out a little talk.

“And that’s why you paid me a hundred to sit up with you all night. Mind you, I don’t mind the risk, but I must be paid accordingly.”

When he saw that it was only a question of money he opens up considerable. He didn’t exactly give me the facts in the case but he tells me enough and I learned that he had never seen the parties.

The end of it was that he draws up a paper which asks me to impersonate him and lets me out of all trouble. Of course, the paper wouldn’t be much good in a bad jam but it would help if his old man should return suddenly from Europe. But I don’t aim to produce that paper. I play the game fair and the figure he names was a good one—not what I would have liked perhaps but all he could afford to pay without bringing his old man into the case, which could not be done.

Somehow, when we finished talking, I got the idea that he had been mixed up in a shady deal—bootlegging or something—and a couple of friends had gone to jail on his evidence. There were three others from Canada who were coming on to get him—the three he had never seen. But it didn’t matter much to me. I was just to show them that he wasn’t afraid and then when they called things off or got me all was over.

Personally I did think that there was a lot of bluff in the whole business but he didn’t and it wasn’t my game to wise him up.

It was a big hotel I was going to for the summer and if things got melodramatic, why, I guess I could shoot as good as any bootlegger that ever robbed a church. They’re hard guys, yes, but then I ain’t exactly a cake-eater myself.

An hour or more talk in which I learn all about his family and the hotel and Burton Combs drops off for his first real sleep in months.

The next morning we part company in his stateroom and I taxied over to New Bedford. He thinks that’s better than taking the train because there is a change of cars in the open country and he don’t want me to drop too soon.

There are only about ten staterooms on the little tub that makes the trip from New Bedford to Nantucket and I have one of them which is already reserved in Burton Combs’s name. After taking a walk about the ship I figure that there ain’t no Desperate Desmonds aboard, and having earned my hundred the night before I just curl up in that little cabin and hit the hay.

Five hours and not a dream disturbed me and when I come on deck there’s Nantucket right under our nose and we are rounding the little lighthouse that stands on the point leading into the bay.

There’s a pile of people on the dock and they sure did look innocent enough and I take a stretch and feel mighty good. From some of the outfits I see I know that I’m going to travel in class and I hope that Burton Combs’s clothes fit me for I didn’t come away prepared for any social gayety. But it’s early in the season yet and I’ll get a chance to look around before the big rush begins.

There is a bus at the dock which is labelled ‘Sea Breeze Inn’ and that’s my meat. I climb in with about five others and we are off. Up one shady street and down another; up a bit of a hill and a short straightaway and we are at the hotel. It’s a peach, too, with a view of the ocean that would knock your eye out.

The manager spots me at once and says that he’d know me among a thousand as a Combs. Which was real sweet of him seeing that he was expecting me, and the others in the bus were an old man, three old women and a young girl about nineteen. But it wasn’t my part to enlighten him and tell him that I was on to his flattery. Besides he was an old bird and probably believed what he said.

He was right glad to see me and tried to look like he meant it and wondered why I hadn’t come up there again in all these years but guessed it was because it was kind of slow with my father having a hotel at Atlantic City and at Ostend. And he wanted to know if I was going to study the business. Said my father wrote him that he would like to see me interested in the hotel line.

I didn’t say much. There wasn’t no need. Mr. Rowlands, the manager, was one of those fussy old parties and he talked all the way up in the elevator and right into the room.

There were about fifty people there all told on the first of July but they kept coming in all the time and after I was there about two weeks the place was fairly well crowded.

But I didn’t make any effort to learn the business, thinking it might hurt young Combs who didn’t strike me as a chap who would like any kind of work.

There was one young girl there—the one that came up in the bus with me—Marion St.

James, and we had quite some times together. She was young and full of life and wanted to be up and doing all the time and we did a great deal of golf together.

Then there was another who took an interest in me. She was a widow and a fine looker and it was her first season there. I thought that she was more used to playing Atlantic City for she didn’t look like the usual run of staunch New England dames. Sort of out of place and she looked to me to trot her around.

But I didn’t have the time; there was Marion to be taken about. She was what you’d call a flapper and talked of the moonlight and such rot but she was real and had a big heart and after all a sensible little head on her shoulders. And she couldn’t see the widow a mile and looked upon me as her own special property and blew the widow up every chance she got.

But the widow, I guess, was bent on making a match and she was finding the Island pretty dead though the son of John B. Combs, the hotel magnate, looked like a big catch. So you see my time was fairly well taken up and I grabbed many a good laugh. I never took women seriously. My game and women don’t go well together.

Yet that widow was persistent and curious and wanted to know every place Marion and me went and used to keep asking me where we drove to nights. For the kid and me did a pile of motoring. Yes, I had a car. A nice little touring car came with the Burton Combs moniker.

Marion was different. She was just a slip of a kid stuck up in a place like that and it was up to me to show her a good time. I kind of felt sorry for her and then she was pretty and a fellow felt proud to be seen with her.

All the time I kept an eye peeled for the bad men. I wondered if they’d come at all and if they did I thought that they would come in the busy season when they wouldn’t be noticed much. But that they’d come at all I very much doubted.

And then they came—the three of them. I knew them the very second they entered the door. They were dolled right up to the height of fashion—just what the others were wearing. But I knew them. They just didn’t belong. Maybe the others didn’t spot them as outsiders but I did.

They were no bluff, either. I have met all kinds of men in my day; bad and worse and these three were the real thing. It came to me that if these gents were bent on murder I had better be up and doing.

And that Island boasted that it had never had a real murder. Yes, it sure did look like all records were going to be broken.

One of them was a tall skinny fellow and he looked more like a real summer visitor than the others. But his mouth gave him away. When he thought he was alone with the others he’d talk through the side of it, a trick which is only found in the underworld or on the track.

One of the others was fat and looked like an ex-bartender and the third I should say was just a common jailbird that could cut a man’s throat with a smile.

The tall skinny one was the leader and he was booked as Mr. James Farrow. He made friends with me right off the bat. Didn’t overdo it, you know; just gave me the usual amount of attention that most of the guests showed toward the owner’s son. He musta read a book about the Island for he tried to tell me things about the different points of interest like he’d been there before. But he had a bad memory like on dates and things. Marion gave me the dope on that. She knew that Island like a book.

I didn’t have much doubt as to who they were but I checked them up, liking to make sure. I didn’t know just what their game was and I didn’t see the big idea of wanting to bump me off. If they wanted money I could catch their point but they seemed well supplied with the ready. Yes, sir, I looked this Farrow over and he’s a tough bird and no mistake. But then I’ve seen them just as tough before and pulled through it.

Besides, I hold a few tricks myself. They don’t know I’m on and they don’t know that I’m mighty quick with the artillery myself.

And that gun is always with me. It ain’t like I only carry it when I think there’s trouble coming. I always have it. You see, a chap in my line of work makes a lot of bad friends and he can’t tell when one of them is going to bob up and demand an explanation. But they all find out that I ain’t a bird to fool with and am just as likely to start the fireworks as they are.

Nearly every night after dinner I’d take the car and Marion and me would go for a little spin about the Island. I don’t know when I ever enjoyed anything so much and sometimes I’d forget the game I was playing and think that things were different. I’ve met a pile of women in my time but none like Marion nor near like her. Not since the days when I went to school—and that’s a memory only.

Well, we’d just drive about and talk and she’d ask me about the different places I had been to. And I could hold my own there, for I’ve been all over the world.

Then one night—about ten days after the troupe arrived—I get a real scare. We’ve been over ‘Scònset way and are driving home along about nine-thirty when—zip—

there’s a whiz in the air and a hole in the windshield. Then there’s another zip and I see Marion jump.

It’s nothing new to me. I knew that sound right away. It’s a noiseless gun and someone has taken a couple of plugs at us from the distance. Well, it ain’t my cue to stop, so I speed up and it’s pretty near town before I slow down beneath a lamp and turn to Marion.

There is a little trickle of blood running down her cheek and she’s pretty white. But she ain’t hurt any. It’s just a scratch and I stop in the drug store and get some stuff and bathe it off.

She is a mighty game little kid and don’t shake a bit and act nervous. But I’m unsteady for the first time in my life and my hand shook. I wouldn’t of been much good on a quick draw then. But later I would, for I was mad—bad mad—if you know what that is. I see that all the danger ain’t mine. Not that I think they meant to get Marion. But I had brought that Kid into something, and all because she kind of liked me a bit and I took her around.

On the way back to the hotel I buck up and tell her that it must have been some of the natives hunting the hares and not to say anything about it but that I would speak to the authorities in the morning.

She just looked at me funny and I knew that she did not believe me but she let it go at that.

“If that’s all you want to tell me, Burt—why—all right—I shan’t say a word to anyone. You can trust me.”

That was all. Neither of us spoke again until we reached the hotel and I had parked the car under the shed at the side and we were standing at the bottom of the steps by the little side entrance. Then she turned and put her two tiny hands up on my shoulders and the paleness had gone from her face but just across her cheek where the bullet had passed was the smallest streak of vivid red.

“You can trust me, Burt,” she said again and there seemed to be a question in her voice.

“Of course I trust you, Marion,” I answered and my voice was husky and seemed to come from a distance.

It all happened very suddenly after that. Her head was very close. I know, for her soft hair brushed my cheek. I think that she leaned forward but I know that she looked up into my eyes and that the next moment I had leaned down and kissed and held her so a moment. So we stood and she did not draw away and I made no movement to release her. We were alone there, very much alone.

Then there was the sudden chug of a motor, a second’s flash of light and I had opened my arms and Marion was gone and I stood alone in the blackness.

So the spell of Marion’s presence was broken and I stood silently in the shadow as Farrow and his two companions passed and entered the hotel lobby.