Her eyes tried to say no and missed. Her lips said: "I knew there was some kind of disturbance. I saw policemen and red searchlights. I supposed someone had been hurt. And this Waldo was looking for you before that. In the cocktail bar. He described you and your clothes.
Her eyes were set like rivets now and had the same amount of expression.
Her mouth began to tremble and kept on trembling. There was nobody in there but a drunk on a stool and the kid and myself. The drunk wasn't paying any attention to anything.
Then Waldo came in and asked about you and we said no, we hadn't seen you and he started to leave. Then this drunk that wasn't paying any attention to anyone called him Waldo and took a gun out.
He shot him twice-I snapped my fingers twice-' 'like that. She fooled me. She laughed in my face. You and your Waldo. A little about Stan, of course-that's natural. But Joseph Coates-". I made motions in the air. So help me, I didn't even know you had a chauffeur. People around here don't run to them.
As for husbands-yeah, we do have a husband once in a while. Not often enough. She shook her head slowly and her hand stayed near her bag and her blue eyes had glitters in them. No, not nearly good enough.
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I know you private detectives. You're all rotten. You tricked me into your apartment, if it is your apartment. More likely it's the apartment of some horrible man who will swear anything for a few dollars.
Now you're trying to scare me. So you can blackmail me-as well as get money from my husband. All right," she said breathlessly, "how much do I have to pay? I put my empty glass aside and leaned back. I lit it while she watched me without enough fear for any real guilt to be under it. Something that's valuable in the ordinary way too. Almost fifteen thousand dollars. The man I loved gave it to me.
He's dead. He's dead! He died in a burning plane.
Now, go back and tell my husband that, you slimy little rat! And don't bother about telling my husband. I'll tell him myself.
He probably knows anyway. She grabbed her glass and finished what was left of her drink. Well, perhaps I was. But not to make love. Not with a chauffeur. Not with a bum I picked off the front step and gave a job to. I don't have to dig down that far, if I want to play around. You might be a crook.
This card you gave me doesn't mean anything. Anybody can have cards printed. Have you got the money to buy this something that cost fifteen grand? Lady, will you please either put that gun away or take the safety catch off? It hurts my professional feelings to see a nice gun made a monkey of that way. Just to meet a guy down on the street?
That's one fact learned at last. Don't you realize Waldo described your clothes before he was shot-when he was looking for you-that the description was passed on to the police-that the police don't know who Waldo is-and are looking for somebody in those clothes to help tell them? Don't you get that much?
The gun suddenly started to shake in her hand. She looked down at it, sort of vacantly, and slowly put it back in her bag.
He didn't seem afraid. I guess blackmailers are like that. He was to meet me on the street, but I was late. It was full of police when I got here. So I went back and sat in my car for a while. Then I came up to Joseph's apartment and knocked. Then I went back to my car and waited again. I came up here three times in all. The last time I walked up a flight to take the elevator. I had already been seen twice on the third floor. I met you. That's all. He has lots of meetings.
He's a hydroelectric engineer. He's been all over the world. I'd have you know-". Whatever Joseph had on you is dead stock now.