1953 - I'll Bury My Dead (30 page)

Twenty yards from the corner, Leon slammed on his brakes. The back of the car swung around in a violent skid. He heard the screaming of tires as the other car braked frantically. Beams from the other car’s headlamps lit up Leon’s car as he wrestled with the wheel, steering into the skid. He released the brake and trod on the gas pedal. The car shot into the side street. The pursuing car went on, braking violently as Leon slowed down.

‘Good luck!’ he exclaimed as English opened the door.

English jumped out, took two staggering steps forward before falling heavily. He rolled over, staggered to his feet, and ran blindly for an alley facing him.

The police car had reversed and was swinging into the street as he reached the mouth of the alley. A voice yelled at him, but he didn’t look around. He kept on, his long legs flying over the ground.

There was a flash and a crash of gunfire. Something zipped perilously close to his head; then he dashed into the darkness of the alley.

For some seconds he ran blindly. The alley led to the river, and he came out on the waterfront. He heard the sound of pounding feet coming after him, and he looked to the right and left for cover. A few yards from him was a vast pile of empty wooden crates. He darted over to them and dodged behind them. A moment later a cop came out of the alley, gun in hand. He looked up and down the deserted waterfront, then stood listening for a moment.

English watched him, his mouth in a tight, hard smile. Nick English hiding from a cop! If it wasn’t for Lois, it would be funny, he thought.

He waited, sure the cop would come to investigate the pile of crates. He crouched in the shadows, holding his breath as the cop began a slow, cautious walk toward him.

‘Okay, I can see you!’ the cop barked suddenly, and pushed forward his gun. ‘Come on out or I’ll blast you!’

Sure the cop couldn’t see him, English remained where he was.

The cop came on and began to circle the pile of crates. Moving without a sound, English followed him, keeping just out of sight, until the two of them had made a complete circle of the crates.

With a grunt of disgust the cop went off along the waterfront, flashing a powerful flashlight, his gun thrust forward.

English didn’t move until the cop was out of sight, then he went off in the opposite direction, walking fast, his head bent against the driving rain. He was about a mile from the golf club, and time was running out. He decided to risk a taxi. He couldn’t waste time walking to the club.

He turned off the waterfront and made his way back to the town. As he walked along in the pelting rain, he wondered what had happened to Leon, and he wished he had a gun.

After walking for some minutes he saw a taxi coming toward him, and he waved.

The taxi pulled up.

‘Know the golf club?’ he asked, keeping his head bent so the driver couldn’t see his face clearly.

‘Sure,’ the driver returned. ‘You’re not thinking of having a game at this hour, are you, mister?’

‘A mile farther on there’s a boathouse. That's where I want to go.’

‘I know it. Tom Kerr’s place.’

English got into the cab.

‘Twenty bucks if you get me there in ten minutes.’

‘Can’t be done, but I’ll get you there in fifteen.’

‘Get going!’

English sat back and fumbled for a cigarette. He suddenly felt deflated and tired. So much time had been wasted, he thought. It was now three hours since Lois had walked out of her apartment. The chances were she was dead, strangled by that maniac. Well, if she was, he would avenge her, he thought grimly. Sherman wasn’t going to get away with it this time.

Once clear of the town, the taxi raced along the broad road through the sand dunes that led to the club. They flashed past the clubhouse after eight minutes’ reckless driving. There was a dance on, and English could hear the music and see the couples as they moved around the big ballroom.

Four minutes later, the driver said, That’s Kerr’s joint right ahead. English leaned forward to peer through the rain-soaked windshield. He could see a big wooden shed by the river bank. Lights came through the windows.

He fumbled in his wallet and took out a twenty-dollar bill.

‘Want to wait?’ he said. ‘I’ll be coming back, but I may be some time. It rates another twenty.’

‘I’ll wait all night for that kind of dough,’ the driver said eagerly.

He swung down a steep slope that led directly to the shed and pulled up.

‘You’ll find Kerr in that cabin down by the jetty,’ he told English as he took the twenty-dollar bill.

English walked quickly down the path to the cabin at the shore end of the jetty and rapped on the door.

The door opened and a fat man in a turtleneck sweater and thick rubber boots looked at him enquiringly.

‘You Tom Kerr?’ English asked.

‘That’s right, mister. Come in.’

English stepped into a warm, pleasant room. A girl sat before a bright fire nursing a baby. She looked at English and he saw her give a little start of recognition.

‘I want a motorboat in a hurry,’ he said to Kerr. ‘How soon can you get one ready?’

Kerr looked sharply at him.

‘What’s the trouble, Mr. English?’ he asked.

English smiled crookedly.

‘I wish my face wasn’t so familiar,’ he said. ‘I want to get to a yacht moored in Bay Creek.’

‘Take him there Tom,’ the girl said sharply, ‘and don’t ask questions. Can’t you see Mr. English is in a hurry?’

‘I’ll take you there,’ Kerr said. ‘Give me five minutes. You wait here. I’ll get the boat now.’

He grabbed up his oilskins and went out of the hut.

English wiped the rain off his face.

‘Do you two know the police are looking for me?’ he said. ‘I don’t want to get you into trouble.’

The girl smiled.

‘We mind our own business. Besides, Tom and I have had a lot of pleasure from your shows, Mr. English. And we watched the big fight on the television. We’re glad to do something for you.’

English nodded.

‘I’ve more friends than I thought,’ he said, and came over to look at the baby. ‘Your first?’

‘Yes, but there’ll be more.’

‘When he’s old enough, send him to me, and I’ll give him a job,’ English said.

The girl giggled.

‘It isn’t a boy, it’s a girl.’

‘Send her to me just the same. I’ll fix her with something. Fine kid.’

‘If you want any help, Mr. English, you can rely on Tom,’ the girl said.

English smiled.

‘That’s fine. I may need him.’

The door opened and Kerr looked in.

‘All ready Mr. English. Want to borrow an oilskin?’

English shook his head.

‘Thanks, no. I can’t be wetter than I am now.’ He looked over at Mrs. Kerr. ‘My thanks to you. Don’t forget, when she gets older I’ll do something for her.’

He went out into the rain to a powerful speedboat that bobbed up and down on the heavy swell. Kerr helped him into the boat, cast off, pushed forward the throttle and sent the boat shooting toward the mouth of the estuary.

‘We didn’t talk terms,’ English said, standing close to Kerr. ‘Would a hundred settle it?’

Kerr nodded.

‘Anything you say, Mr. English.’

‘There may be some trouble on the yacht,’ English went on. ‘A girl I know has been kidnapped, and I think she’s on board. I’ll tackle it. You stay with the boat. I’ll want you to take us back if she’s there.’

‘If there’s going to be any rough stuff, count me in,’ Kerr said, his face lighting up. ‘I used to be the MidWest heavyweight champion before I married, and I haven’t had any action in years.’

‘You have your wife and kid to think of,’ English returned. ‘These thugs don’t fight with their fists.’

Kerr reached for a belaying pin and flourished it.

‘Nor do I when I’ve got one of these. Count me in, Mr. English.’

‘I guess I can use you if there are more than one of them.’

They reached the mouth of the estuary, and in the distance they could see the lights of the yacht.

‘Push her along,’ English said impatiently.

Kerr advanced the throttle. The speedboat raced over the heavy swell, throwing a foaming wash behind as it cleaved through the water. English peered through the blinding spray, his eyes on the yacht. If Lois wasn’t on board! he thought. If this was a wild goose chase!

Out of the shelter of the bay the wind whistled and the sea thundered.

English thought it was unlikely anyone on board would hear the approaching speedboat.

‘Cut down speed,’ he said to Kerr, ‘and drift up to her. I don’t want them to know we’re coming.’

‘Sure,’ Kerr said, and throttled back.

The boat, moving on its own impetus, ran on toward the yacht and, in a few minutes, Kerr brought it alongside.

English caught hold of the glittering brass rail and steadied the boat while

Kerr made it fast.

Then they swung aboard.

Above deck the yacht was deserted, but a light showed through two of the cabin portholes.

‘I’ll go first,’ English said under his breath. ‘You keep out of sight. If there’s trouble, take them in the rear.’

He moved softly to the companion hatch and paused to listen at the head of the companion stairway. Hearing nothing, he cautiously began to descend, and as he reached the bottom step, a cabin door toward the end of the passage abruptly opened.

He crouched down, waiting, knowing he couldn’t get along the passage before he was seen, nor had he time to get up the stairway and out of sight. If whoever it was corning out of the cabin had a gun, he would be shot down before he could make a move.

Then he saw Lois.

She came out of the cabin, her face white, her eyes scared. Her white nylon blouse was ripped off her shoulder, and one stocking was down to her ankle.

‘Lois!’ English said softly.

‘Oh, Nick!’ she said, and ran toward him.

III

H
alfway down the staircase, Kerr stopped and gaped. He was expecting to run into a rough house, and the sight of English holding a girl in his arms stopped him short, as if he had run into a brick wall.

But English was oblivious to Kerr’s astonishment. He held Lois close to him, thankful to find her alive.

‘Are you all right?’ he asked anxiously. ‘You’re not hurt?’

‘I’m all right. I - I thought it was Sherman coming back. Oh, I’m so glad to see you,’ Lois said, pushing away from him, embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry to have run into your arms like that, only I was scared.’

‘My dear girl,’ English began, then realized this was no time for idle talk. ‘Is there anyone else on board?’

Lois shivered.

‘There’s Penn. He’s in there. She pointed to another cabin. I’ve been scared to go in there again. I hit him.’

‘You hit him?’ English said blankly. ‘What happened?’

‘He attacked me. I got away from him, and hit him over the head with a bottle. I - I think I may have killed him.’

He could see she was struggling not to cry, and he put his arm around her.

‘It’s all right,’ he said. ‘I’m going to get you out of here.’ He looked over his shoulder at Kerr. ‘Take a look in there and see what’s happened.’

Kerr pushed past them, opened the cabin door and went in. He came out after a minute or so, grinning.

‘Well, you certainly did hit him, miss,’ he said admiringly, ‘but he’s all right. He’ll probably have a cracked skull, but he’s not going to croak.’

Lois leaned against English.

‘I was so frightened he would die,’ she said, ‘but he was such a brute.’

‘Come on,’ English said. ‘You’re going home.’

‘No, wait,’ she said, catching hold of his arm. ‘This is important, Nick. There’s something in the next cabin we must take with us.’

‘All right. Just a moment.’ English turned to Kerr. ‘Think you can get that thug into the boat? I want him.’

‘Sure,’ Kerr said. ‘Leave him to me.’

English followed Lois into the cabin next to the one in which she had been kept prisoner.

‘I found this, Nick,’ she said, pointing to a square leather suitcase. ‘It’s a tape recorder. The tape contains all kinds of conversations between Sherman and Penn, and something that clears you. Sherman talked to me. Penn must have set the machine going. Listen to this.’

She opened the case and flicked down the switch. The two reels containing the metal tape began to revolve.

‘Murder is an odd thing,’ Sherman’s voice said clearly out of the machine. ‘It’s like a snowball rolling down a hill. One murder leads to another. I wouldn’t be in this jam if that cheap little chiseller hadn't tried to gyp me. I was a fool to have picked him to work for me. Before he came I had a good business. Now, if I’m not very careful, the bottom could drop out of it. It’s worth a quarter of a million a year to me, and I’m not giving that up without a fight. I killed Roy English in a moment of anger. It would have been simpler to have kicked him out.’

They stood side by side, listening to the flat, metallic voice, and when it said, ‘I arranged that he should hear about his mistress and Harry Vince. I couldn’t be sure he would kill them, so I did it for him.’

English put his arm round Lois and hugged her.

‘That’s it! That lets me out!’ he said. ‘Now we’ve got him where we want him!’

‘Let’s go now, Nick,’ Lois said, switching off the machine. ‘I can’t wait until we’ve given this to the police.’

English was looking past her, a sudden puzzled expression in his eyes.

‘I don’t remember shutting the door, do you, Lois?’ he said, and walked over to the door and turned the handle. He pulled, shook the door, and then stepped back. ‘That’s odd. It’s locked.’

‘Oh, Nick!’ Lois said, her eyes frightened. ‘You don’t think he’s here?’

‘Of course not,’ English said, and rattled the door handle. ‘Hey Kerr! Open the door. We’re locked in!’

‘Nick! Put your hand on the wall. It feels as if the engines have started up.’

English put his hand on the wall. He could feel a faint vibration, and he nodded.

‘You’re right. Maybe Kerr’s decided to take the yacht in.’

‘It isn’t Kerr - it’s Sherman,’ Lois said. ‘I know it is.’

English went swiftly to the porthole and looked out. He was in time to see the speedboat drifting away into the darkness. Even as he caught a glimpse of it, it vanished from sight, wallowing in the heavy swell.